our trail of gold ; jeongcheol

Chapter 14

"The sight of your black hair makes me go mad, Jeonghan. I want to take you in my arms and ravish you tonight. Let me... Jeonghan."

"Wh...what?" Jeonghan shook his head, wriggling in the tight hold of his ex-husband's arms. Every touch made the flames of desire lick against his skin, but he didn't care as his mind protested in confusion towards the man that tormented his very soul.

"Stop it Seungcheol," he whispered tiredly. "I don't understand anymore. You hate me. We're divorced. You left me Seungcheol. I love you but you left me. Why are you doing this? You already own my body and my heart. Must you stake your claim on my sanity also?"

Seungcheol's nose touched his cheek, breathing in his scent and murmuring a gentle kiss. The softness stilled the matchmaker, pores tightening and bumps flitting across his flesh as a chill settled in. "Do you trust me?" Seungcheol's words were spoken unto his skin.

"Trust... Seungcheol, what–"

"Trust me Jeonghan. Love me. Let me devour you. Please. Before I go insane." He hissed the remaining words and his fingers dug into the flat stretch of his abdomen. "The need for you makes me do crazy things Jeonghan. Just the mere thought of you makes me swell. Makes me hard." His sharpened teeth grazed the underside of his chin, and the raven moaned lowly, pressing his legs together at the jerk between his thighs. "And you're wrong, my little Jeonghan."

Seungcheol's fingers stroked the matchmaker's cheek, and he whimpered at the man's words, touch, and the unfamiliarity of the situation befalling him. "I don't hate you. Even if I tried, I never could." The fingers rubbed against the red of his pouted flesh, slipping inside the moist pucker. "Come with me Jeonghan. Let me devour you. And feel the years' longing that has built up within me."

—

Jeonghan didn't move nor speak in the confines of Seungcheol's Benz. He couldn't even begin to digest what just happened, or why he was within sitting distance of the man who broke his heart and soul (and owned it).

It had to be a dream. It was. It had to be.

The raven blinked and his fingers touched the rough smooth tan of the dream Seungcheol's face. His ex-husband's head turned, and Jeonghan gasped, fingers curling.

"Oh god it's real." He brought his fingers to his lips to quiet his hyperventilating. Real Seungcheol's face creased into a smile-smirk that was too damn familiar, and Jeonghan whimpered at the closeness of the expression.

"Calm down Jeonghannie."

"Calm down? I don't understand what's happening. You hate me. You left me pining after you for the past couple years, only to reappear and fuck with my head. I can't take that Seungcheol. If this isn't real–"

Seungcheol's arm shot out, and Jeonghan's palm was roughly grasped. His fingers were squeezed – painfully – until it was yanked near Seungcheol's lips, oddly shaped and beautiful. A gentle kiss was rubbed onto his knuckles. Jeonghan shivered and Seungcheol smiled against the skin of his palm.

"Can you resist me Jeonghan?"

"L-look in front; t-the road..." Jeonghan stuttered.

"But I wish to look at you love."

"The fucking road," Jeonghan whimpered, yanking his hand away. It thudded against his chest, burning from the touch of Seungcheol's lips. The business man chuckled, gorgeous in his pin striped suit as the sound rippled in his chest.

"I always knew you had a feisty streak in you Jeonghannie. I'm glad."

—

"Begin."