"You fucking kissed me in front of everyone!" Jungkook snapped, his eyes flashing with anger.
"Yes, and?" she shot back.
"The picture of you forcing your kiss upon me is all over the fucking internet! This has been a fucking scandal for fuck's sake...
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-Chapter Forty One- He fucking burned him.
Jungkook yanked the blanket down in one swift motion.
His wife laid out in nothing but his oversized shirt, barely covering the outline of her nipples, her thighs slightly parted, her skin glowing.
She looked ruined in the most beautiful way, still wrecked from before, breathing softly with the scent of him wrapped all over her.
And God, that scent on her, his scent, drove him mad.
Obsessed wasn't even the word anymore.
He sank down slowly, his hand gliding over the softness of her thigh, savoring the feel of her warm skin under his palm.
His fingers parted her folds gently, and when he saw how soaked she still was, he bit down on his bottom lip, groaning under his breath.
"Fuck..."
Sliding between her thighs, he took in her scent like a drug, breathing her in until his control slipped entirely. And then—his mouth was on her.
One lick.
Then another.
And another, deeper, hungrier.
"J-Jungkook," she whimpered, instinctively rocking her hips into his mouth.
But then her eyes snapped open—and what she thought was a dream... wasn't.
It was him.
Jungkook.
Between her thighs, tongue deep inside her like he was starving.
Her breath caught. "Jungkook..." she gasped, her voice broken, head falling back as her eyes rolled up.
He pushed his tongue in deeper, curling it just right, and a moan ripped from her throat.
"You drive me fucking insane," he growled against her skin, his voice muffled and wrecked with desire. He bit her inner thigh hard enough to leave a mark, and she trembled beneath him.
"I'm going mad, Kenzie... I don't want to think about a world where you didn't walk into my life."
His voice was raw, raspy, and obsessive, sending chills through her as he dove back in, devouring her like a man possessed.
She fisted his hair, pulling him closer, guiding him, owning him.
"You're a fucking masterpiece... my filthy little caramel," he groaned, his tongue relentless, fingers digging into her thighs to keep her open for him.
Kenzie tilted her head back, only to catch him with one hand buried between his legs, stroking himself slowly as he devoured her. Her breath hitched at the sight, so filthy, so intoxicating.
