Chapter 13*

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I tried to breath deeply but it was Namjoon's kisses that helped me relaxed my body a bit

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I tried to breath deeply but it was Namjoon's kisses that helped me relaxed my body a bit.

He raised my hips and saw that he's telling the truth. Only a bit of him started to enter me. I could still see the grooves of the tip outside.


He started rubbing my clit and somehow, the burning sensation stopped and it started to feel good. I closed my eye and let my senses take over.



When I started moaning, I felt something ripped inside of me accompanied with pain as I felt my inside stretched out.


Namjoon leaned towards me with his elbow supporting his weight as his hands caress my face. I opened my eyes and he looks both happy and concerned.

"Just a few more, Princess." He said. "You're doing really great."

I nodded and he kissed my forehead where bullets of perspiration already appeared. I could feel him entering me, a little bit more each time and I can't help wondering how long his equipment is.


"The worst part is over." He said as we began kissing me.

He was gentle when he started moving. It was slow and careful. After a while I found myself moaning his name again as my legs wrapped on his waist and he entered me repetitively.


"Choose me." He said as his thrust increases the tempo. I nodded.

We both soon screamed our passion as Namjoon slumped beside me.

I felt Namjoon's hand sliding accross my stomach. I turned my face to him and he kissed me gently.

"I'm not sorry I did this." He said.

I felt happy. Hearing those words. I felt happy that he didn't regret anything because right now, I don't.


"I'm not sorry, too."


"Brutal."


"Why?" I said as I tapped his shoulder.


"You have a boyfriend idiot. Fuck. I'm supposed to convinced you first but shit, I can't help it when I'm with you." He said as he flicked my forehead. "Break it up with him, okay?"



Namjoon kissed me again and for the first time, I have no answer. He kissed my shoulder and then we slipped into slumber.




There was a vibrating sound. It was Namjoon's phone on the night stand near me.


Hani

So he knows my sister's number as well. I wonder why they are keeping tabs on each other. There's no use wondering, I answered it.


"Fuck you, Namjoon. Where's Jan? Did you fight again? I can't contact her since last night!" Hani's voice is perflexed to say the least.

"Hani, it's me."


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