THE WORLD SHE PAINTED RED |KTH(18+)

cH-76.2| PLEASE DON'T STOP~

Rain hammered around them like war drums, the storm outside no match for the chaos inside their veins. His kiss was brutal—wild and consuming, like a man who'd been starved for too long and finally snapped. Her moan broke between them, swallowed by his mouth.

The cold glass behind her shocked her spine when he pinned her there, but the fire raging through her veins burned hotter, devouring every shred of sense she had left.

"Bella," he rasped against her lips, voice shaking with fury and hunger, "I'm done holding back."

The glass door rattled under the force of his body as Taehyung pinned her against it, the storm roaring like a beast around them. Rain crashed down in merciless sheets, soaking them to the bone, but neither of them felt cold—because the fire between their bodies was an inferno.

Her legs were already locked tight around his waist, clinging to him as if she'd never let go. Her soaked white skirt rode high over her thighs, plastered to her skin, her skirt sticking to every curve as the storm turned her into sin incarnate.

His mouth crashed against hers with bruising force, and she didn't just take it this time—she gave it back, matching his hunger with a ferocity that made his knees weaken. Their lips clashed in a storm of teeth and tongue, devouring, sucking, biting—each kiss leaving them more breathless, more desperate.

Her nails dug into his drenched shoulders, clawing for more as she tilted her head, deepening the kiss, her tongue tangling with his like she wanted to swallow his soul. A ragged moan tore from her throat when his teeth caught her lower lip, pulling, and instead of shying away, she growled against his mouth and kissed him harder—hard enough to steal every ounce of air from both of them.

"Fuck, Bella..." His curse vibrated against her lips, raw and guttural, as if he was breaking apart in her arms. And she smirked. His hands gripped her thighs tighter, lifting her higher, slamming her back into the glass so hard it shuddered, rainwater running down like liquid fire around them.

She broke the kiss just long enough to gasp, their foreheads colliding, breaths mingling, she whispered, "Mine! you are mine now!" and then she dragged his mouth back with a savage pull, kissing him like she could never get enough—like the rain, the thunder, the entire storm wasn't chaos enough for what burned inside her.

He groaned into her mouth, a sound so dark it made her core ache, and then his lips tore down her jaw, biting along her throat, sucking her pulse until she cried out, her nails leaving crescents in his skin. He tasted rain, salt, and her—God, her—and it drove him insane.

Lightning split the sky behind them, illuminating the hunger in his eyes when he pulled back for a second, rain dripping from his lashes as he growled, voice like gravel:
"Yours. Always fucking Yours."

And before she could breathe, his mouth crashed onto hers again, even harder, swallowing her gasp as his hips ground into hers, pinning her like a predator keeping its prey. Her legs tightened around him, her body arching into his with shameless need, her kisses just as savage—sucking, biting, breaking him apart with every flick of her tongue.

The storm outside was merciless.
But it was nothing compared to them.

The storm screamed around them, rain pounding like war drums against the glass as his growl vibrated against her lips, raw and primal. His soaked vest clung to him like a second skin, his muscles flexing as he pinned her harder, her legs wrapped tight around his waist.

Her soaked white skirt was plastered to her thighs, riding up scandalously high with every desperate grind of her hips, the cold glass at her back no match for the inferno between them. Their mouths were chaos—teeth clashing, tongues tangling, sucking, biting—kissing like they wanted to consume each other alive.