He rises from the bed in one slow, fluid motion, water still dripping from his hair, trailing down his chest like liquid fire. With one hand, he grips the hem of his soaked vest and peels it off—slow, deliberate—muscles flexing under skin that glistens in the dim light.
Her breath catches.
Her lashes are heavy with raindrops, her eyes dark and devouring as she drink him in.
She move before she even think—up on her knees, closing the space between her. Her hands glide over his chest, tracing every hard line, up to the strong column of his neck. Then she pull him down into a kiss that steals the last of her restraint.
"I love you, Taehyung..." she whisper against his lips, her voice trembling with a vow carved from bone-deep truth. "And I mean it. Always."
His groan rumbles through her chest, and his mouth claims hers again—slow, hungry, like he wants to brand her soul with his taste.
His hands slide down her sides, gripping her hips as his fingers find the zipper of her skirt. With one sharp tug, the fabric pools down, leaving her bare in the storm's silver glow. The last shred of distance between her is gone.
her palms flatten against his stomach, trailing lower as she kiss him harder, bolder. Buttons snap open under her fingers until his pants hang loose. He kicks them away, helping her strip the last layer off him until he's naked before her—hard, carved like a sin she'll never stop committing.
Her hand finds him. Thick. Hot. Heavy in her grip.
A guttural groan tears from his throat as his head falls back for a fraction of a second.
She pull back just enough to glance down, and her breath hitches.
He catches the flicker in her eyes and smirks, dark and wicked.
"Like what you see, Bella?" His voice is low, dripping sin.
Her cheeks flame, but her chin tips up with bold fire as she murmur,
"Now I want to frame this in my bedroom."
His laugh is a deep, sinful sound that vibrates through her bones before he crashes his mouth onto hers, devouring her with a kiss that tastes like storm and danger and everything she'll never give up.
In one swift motion, he lowers her back onto the bed, his body hovering above hers like a predator—but his touch... his touch turns into worship.
His lips leave hers only to start a pilgrimage.
First, her ankle.
A kiss that lingers, soft yet claiming.
Then another, higher—her calf, her knee, slow and reverent.
Her breath stumbles, her fingers fisting the sheets as his mouth travels higher, tasting the inside of her thigh until his hot breath ghosts over her most sensitive place, making her jolt. But he doesn't rush. No—Taehyung makes her ache for it, his lips grazing ywr skin without mercy before gliding upward.
Over her hips.
Her belly button.
A trail of fire leading up, up, until his mouth presses between her breasts—kissing the damp skin there, sucking gently before dragging his tongue along the swell like he's mapping her in sin and worship both.
He moves to her throat next, his teeth grazing, biting lightly, then soothing with a kiss that makes her pulse riot beneath his lips.
Then—her jaw.
Her lips again—deep, slow, stealing every breath until she were trembling.
He kisses her like time doesn't exist, like the world outside could burn and he wouldn't let her go.
Then his mouth drifts higher, brushing the tip of her nose, soft as a secret, before finding her temple. He presses a kiss there—long, lingering, as if carving a vow into her skin.
When he pulls back, his eyes blaze molten as he whispers against her hair,
"I love you."
Three words. Raw. Final. Like an oath.
And before she can breathe, his mouth claims hers again, his body sinking lower, ready to ruin her slow and deep, in a way that'll leave her soul branded for eternity.
When he whispers I love you, something inside her shatters so hard it feels like bones breaking. Before the pieces can fall, his mouth claims hers again—slow, deep, endless. And then, he slides into her.
Not brutal this time.
No war.
Just one long, agonizing thrust that fills her completely, steals the scream from her lungs leaves her trembling as her nails carve down his back.
"God, Bella—" his voice wrecks against her lips, his forehead pressing to hers as his hips roll forward in a rhythm that feels like worship and sin tangled together. "You have no fucking idea... how long I've waited to feel you like this."
Every thrust is deep, dragging, grinding against every nerve until her body arches into his, desperate, her breath scattering into broken moans. His arms lock around her like chains—one hand gripping her thigh, hitching it higher, the other fisting the sheets as if holding back from tearing the world apart.
Her hands are everywhere—one clawing down his spine, leaving angry red marks that make him groan into her mouth; the other tangling in his soaked hair, yanking when the pleasure spikes sharp enough to make her cry out his name like a plea.
He buries his face in her neck, sucking, biting softly before soothing the sting with his tongue—kissing a path to her shoulder as he thrusts harder, deeper, every movement breaking her more. Her lips part on a gasp, then a moan so raw it makes his hips slam forward like he's addicted to the sound.
"Bella..." His groan is rough, torn from the pit of his chest as he grips her jaw, forcing her dazed eyes to his. "Look at me—don't look away when I take you like this."
She try—but then it happens.
Her head tips back, eyes rolling as the pleasure claws up her spine like wildfire. And that's when she see it.
Above her—the ceiling of glass.
The storm raging beyond. Lightning slicing the sky in white heat. And beneath it—a reflection that steals your breath.
Taehyung.
His powerful body moving above hers, muscles flexing with every slow, ruthless thrust.
her arms wound tight around him—one hand gripping his hair, dragging, the other raking his back open like she need him in her blood. Her mouth parted in a silent cry, tears streaking down her temples, lips trembling as his name spills out like a broken prayer.
The sight sears itself into her soul. Two bodies tangled under a ceiling of glass, drenched in moonlight and storm, moving like nothing else exists.
Taehyung follows her gaze, sees what she sees, and something inside him snaps. His rhythm falters—just for a breath—before his thrusts turn deeper, slower, grinding until she feel every inch, every ounce of him branding her from the inside out.
"You see this?" he growls into her ear, hips slamming forward so hard the bed rattles. His teeth graze her jaw as his voice drips fire:
"No one... will ever have you like this. No one will ever fucking see you like this. Only me, Isabella. Only me."
He grabs her jaw, forcing her dazed eyes to his. His stare is molten, feral, but behind it—something else. Something raw.
"And listen to me—" his voice cracks as his forehead presses to hers, every thrust hitting deeper, slower, dragging the truth out of his soul—
"No one will ever have me like this either. No one has. No one fucking will."
Another savage roll of his hips makes her cry out, and his words burn against her lips as his breath shudders—
"Not my body. Not my heart. Not my soul. Only you, Isabella. Always you."
Her response is a strangled moan, her head pressing back, eyes rolling again as she choke on his name:
"Taehyung—God—"
The orgasm hits like an earthquake—violent, devastating—her nails clawing deep into his back as her body arches, her scream breaking against his lips because he doesn't let her breathe without him.
He doesn't stop when she shatter.
His thrusts grow ragged, desperate, his moans breaking against her skin as he buries his face in her neck, sucking hard, marking her with bites she'll feel for days. His body trembles as he drives one last time—deep, possessive—before spilling into her with a guttural groan that sounds like pain and ecstasy and home.
And still, he doesn't let her go.
He stays inside her, crushing her against him like he can weld her into his bones. His lips trail soft kisses up her jaw, her temple, her hair, whispering against her skin with a voice cracked open:
"I love you... I love you... fuck, Bella, you're mine. Always."
Above her, the glass ceiling holds the storm—and beneath it, the war between love and ruin finally surrenders.
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Fanfiction"Beautiful....And I really want to create a mess....A beautiful mess." His lips brushed against her ear with each word, sending a shiver down her spine. His words caught her off guard, causing her to burst into laughter. 'You want what?' she managed...
