Taehyung's breath hitched the moment Isabella finally responded.
Her hands moved- finally- with purpose. One slipped up his chest, fingers grazing over the crisp fabric of his shirt, feeling the heat and tension beneath.
The other tangled gently into his hair- soft at first, then firmer as she deepened her kiss to match his.
It wasn't cold anymore.
It wasn't distant or angry.
This was passion.
Fire.
Taehyung's lips left Isabella's mouth, trailing down with purpose. He kissed her hard, open-mouthed. And when he reached the delicate collarbone, the soft dip where skin met shoulder, he sucked. A mark bloomed instantly under his lips: red, warm... possessive.
Hard.
Each kiss that followed burned hotter than the last—fueled by anger at being ignored all day...His teeth grazed slightly after the perfect mix of punishment and passion fueled by yearning for a woman who had vanished without explanation...
And now? He was claiming every inch of skin he could reach. Each press of his lips burned hotter than the last.
No tenderness. Just possession.
The moan slipped out of Isabella deep, involuntary, and raw. Taehyung felt it vibrate against his lips.
Her neck arched on its own, exposing more skin to him like an offering.
He didn't hesitate.
In one sharp tug, her blazer came off. The fabric slid down her shoulders and fell onto the conference table beneath them with a soft rustle. Now she was in just her fitted white blouse... buttons straining slightly at the tension of their closeness.
Taehyung yanked her even closer by the waist, eliminating any space between them that might've existed seconds ago. Their bodies pressed flush, chest to chest, heartbeat syncing through layers of clothing.
Taehyung kissed lower, relentlessly moving down from her neck, over the curve of her shoulder, then along the delicate line where fabric met skin.
The first button of Isabella's blouse came undone, pushed aside by his lips as they traced hotly toward the *crack* between her breasts.
Not rough. Not aggressive in a violent way, but with intent. A man on a mission to taste every part of her that had been denied to him today.
His mouth hovered there for half a second... then closed in.
A kiss right at the edge- just above soft cleavage, and it sent fire through both their veins.
The push came suddenly, firm, unexpected.
One second, Taehyung was lost in the heat of kissing her, his lips on the edge of her cleavage... and the next, Isabella shoved him hard.
A sharp space opened between them.
The air shifted instantly, from burning passion to icy tension.
"Stay away," she said. Cold. Clear. No room for argument. Her voice didn't waver.
She wasn't flustered or shy anymore. She looked directly at him with eyes that weren't soft- not even a little.
Taehyung took a step forward, hands still slightly raised, not to grab her, but as if he wanted to reach for her.
"Bella—"
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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...
