THE WORLD SHE PAINTED RED |KTH(18+)

CH-76.3 | SCREAM MY NAME!~

His fingers never stop. Not for a breath. Not for mercy.

They slam into her harder, curling deep with every thrust, pulling broken gasps from her throat as her nails dig into his soaked shirt. Her legs are locked around his waist, her back pressed to the cold glass, but nothing feels real except him—his hands, his mouth, his heat.

Her head drops forward, lips parting on a strangled moan. "Tae—"

Suddenly, his hand shoots up, snatching both her wrists in one brutal grip. With a savage jerk, he slams them above her head against the glass, the impact echoing under the roar of rain. Her gasp tears through the storm as his mouth drags to her ear, his voice a dark rasp that shakes her bones:

"Keep them there."

Her pulse riots. Her breath splinters. But she doesn't fight it—can't—because the hunger in his eyes is molten, merciless, and it destroys her.

Before she can breathe, his other hand is back between her thighs, shoving her skirt higher until the drenched fabric is around her hips. Then—God—his fingers plunge inside her, ruthless and deep, curling hard enough to rip a cry from her throat.

"Taehyung—" The sound is raw, shuddering.

"Louder," he growls against her throat, his teeth scraping, then biting hard enough to make her gasp again. His mouth scorches a trail down her rain-slick skin, sucking marks into her collarbone—marks that will scream his name tomorrow. His fingers thrust faster, harder, his palm grinding against her clit until she's shaking in his grip.

She arches, her head slamming back against the glass, her body unraveling like wire pulled too tight.

"Taehyung—please—"

He drags his mouth up to hers, his voice a low snarl between brutal kisses.

"Please what, Bella? You want me to stop?"

Her laugh is a broken sob, her nails curling helplessly against his iron grip.

"No—God, no—"

"Then fucking take it," he snarls, slamming his fingers deeper, his hips pinning hers so hard she swears the glass might crack. Lightning flashes, painting his face in silver fire as his eyes bore into hers—dark, feral, hungry like sin.

"Look at me," he orders, his forehead pressing against hers as rain drips from his lashes. "I want to see your face when you break for me."

And when her eyes meet his—wild, drowning, lost—she shatters.

Her climax rips through her like a detonation, her scream swallowed by his mouth as he kisses her savagely, his tongue devouring every broken sound she makes. His fingers don't stop, not even as her body convulses, milking her until she's trembling in his hold, wrecked and breathless.

But he doesn't let go of her wrists.

Not yet.

When he finally pulls his fingers free, it's slow—deliberate—making her whimper against his lips. He drags those same fingers up, pressing them against her swollen mouth before shoving his thumb past her lips, his voice a raw whisper:

"Taste yourself."

He felt himself hard, when as her tongue curls around him, sucking hard, her eyes locked on his with something dark and unspoken. His smirk curves dangerous as sin

Her back slams into the rain-slick glass with a thud, the storm roaring behind them, but it's nothing compared to the storm in him.

Taehyung's grip on her thighs is bruising, desperate, like he's terrified she'll vanish if he lets go. His soaked vest clings to his body—each breath carving deep shadows into his chest as he presses into her, forehead resting against hers, eyes burning.