Lust ➳k.th

XV

❝ But I love it when I taste you
nothing can replace  you.❞

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S O F I A

SOMETHING ABOUT TONIGHT made it seem so beautiful there was nothing more blissful then this, aesthetic. The kind of a feeling I couldn't deny, like a wish finally came true like dream turned to reality I was finally his and he was mine.

My lips tingle, the sensational feeling of lips still burning mine, kissing him is like kissing the wine you could never forget the feeling yet again you want it more when you know that it's bad also.  Considering he is my teacher but even if it is wrong, it feels so right like this was meant to be this ‘us’ was always there.

A faint smile melted at my lips as sighed and leaned back, looking ahead I stared at the long and dark road, the trees passing us like a blur whilst we drove through the quiet beauty of the night.

a gasped escaped my lips when I feel his hand on my thigh, slowly, tenderly caressing it. My heart beat increased am unknown feeling of belonging brush through me as I with my lips ajar I dared to glanced at the man. 

A playful smirk that have embraced his lips as he drove quietly like nothing was wrong.

“Taehyung?”

“Hmm?” he mumbled as his fingers draws circle across my thigh making it hard for me to hold back.

             “What are you doing?”I ask with a raise of an eyebrow, as the man spared to look at me with his lips twisted in amusement.

“Doing what?”he inquires with a lazy grin as couldn't help but feel my heart skip it's beat. I know what is he trying to do.

“Don't act innocent I know what you are trying to do,” I spoke, my voice sounding breathless as I felt his hand going lower, nearing my throbbing core.

“Why I like my hand there,” he say with smirk and I try not to blush.

Averting my gaze I could still feel the man's stare at me, whilst I calm the wildness growing in my heart.  Soon the car came with a halt in front of the house. 

“Freshen up,” Taehyung murmurers as we entered with his eyes burning into the very soul of mine, and I sighed at the touch of his hand as he gently stroked his thumb against my lips as he continues to speak,“I am going to make dinner for us.”

His touch was almost unbearably light, leaning closer he whispered over my jaw,“Don’t take long.”

He then abruptly drew back, his large hands letting go of my face. And he just look at me.

“I’ll go get changed,” I whispered, uncomfortable with his scrutiny. I knew I was considered to be attractive among the years as I grew old, but I was no legendary beauty and he was examining me as if he wanted to catalogue my every feature.

As I entered the wage tranquil of my room, my body leaned against the closed door. Placing my hand against my heart I could feel it beating wildly for him, nothing could define the pure feeling of joy that proclaimed the very senses of my being, blossoming me into a woman in love.