Every touch was a subtle promise of otherworldly devotion and warmth.
~ Memory Journal: The last page 13 ~
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"Take me however you want, my loves."
A spec of confidence glimmers within her as she watches them freeze for a moment, simmering on her reply. However, it immediately pops with the renewed heat within their eyes, hotter than before, a promise of heaven and sin intertwined.
Namjoon quakes at her back. A deep rumble vibrates on his chest. He's somehow amused with the challenge she just laid out to them. But it was not a challenge. It was -
Her heart stutters. Eyes, widening. The cloud of lust clears for a moment. Realization zings every part of her.
What she said was a total submission.
She just willingly and seductively granted them free reign of her body.
They are soulmates, so why hesitate? But the way Seokjin asked her made her stomach churn, not on disgust. No. But something so filthy that she sure had imagined multiple times long ago.
Them and her, entangled with motions of love-drunken dance. Her, spinning in endless ecstasy. Both possessed and free.
She likes that. No. She loves that.
Do they realize how she gives herself away to them?
If someone would ask her months ago, she would just awkwardly laugh and wallow with loneliness gripping her down to her void. And here she is, anticipating.
Her eyes daringly lock on each one of them.
Seokjin's brow tilts, obviously devising something sinister, yet smiling with tenderness, so contradictory and dangerous. Hoseok is smirking, looking much challenged, as he walks towards Yoongi's side. And Yoongi -
She yelps when the entire room whirls around as Yoongi suddenly pulls her to his arms. He easily manhandles her into straddling him. Skin to skin. Both flushed with the heat oozing from their very soul.
Her sharp gasp resounds before it muffles into a hum and a breathless pant.
Her feet, tangled with Yoongi's legs, makes her loose balance and topples to his body. Her breast squished on his naked chest, nipples pebbling tight. His temperature, boiling. Yet, the latter only growls and groans before capturing her lips, stamping a seal with love and affection.
Someone chuckles.
Another giggles.
Then, a clicking of a tongue.
The haze of lust comes flooding once again.
She and Yoongi are too engrossed on each other that they fail to notice how the mist of hunger consumes the three other men, watching them kissing. Mainly her. With the way her mouth readily opens for Yoongi to venture and conquer. With how her eyes flutter close in total surrender. And how she starts to rub herself to Yoongi, like a cat in heat.
Then, begrudgingly, they let go. A string of saliva connects them before Yoongi seductively swipes it with his tongue. His hand cups her face, caressing his thumb on her cheeks while his other hand anchors on the bed, propping their bodies up. His eyes are full of adoration, yet deep within she can sense pride and overwhelming passion.
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