HIS: Princess (Seokjin) | {Book 7} ✔️

{XXII}

"Jin I am so sorry."

Princess was huffing and panting. I knew she had run up all the way here.

Why had she done that? She could have taken her time, but she was a mother. A beautiful, kind, mother of a little Princess.

I looked at Princess. She looked exhausted, but still so regal.

"Princess, it's alright. Take a breather."

"Is Su...is she asleep?" Princess finally asked but she sounded so regal, so fantastic. Just like how I imagined.

"She woke up, but fell back asleep not long ago. Looking at them, they almost look like siblings." I chuckled at the image.

They were so cute as they held each other's hands as they braved themselves without a nightlight. I had tried but they had scolded me saying that parenting takes courage.

I couldn't help the yawn that escaped me. It was late into the night.

Keeping the two bundle of running joys were hard and exhaustive but rewarding for sure.

"You just be exhausted, I am so sorry!"

I shook my head. Then I realized that I hadn't even properly let her in the house. The door still standing open between us.

"Come in." Be bold, I told myself.

"No, I just..." She closed the door, but she looked everywhere but me. She seemed hesistant.

Then that was when I saw her. She was beautiful.

She was dressed in a dark blue dress with a blue apron on. She looked so delightful in it.

"Oh, this," Princess looked at herself, and she brushed the clothing with her hands. "I work at a night cafe," I couldn't help but follow the way her tongue moistened her tinted lips, "uh, Jin....can you stop looking at me like that?"

Princess rubbed her hands as she looked up at me. I had not known I had taken a step forward toward her, to be closer to her.

"Huh?" I pushed my glasses up and snapped out of it. She looked so good, as she bit on her lips. Princess also had makeup on, her long eyes lashes coated in black, her eyeliner natural. I was close enough that I could hear her quickened breath. "I'm not looking at you in any way."

"Yes, you are..." She shuffled her feet as she took a step back but she almost tripped on one of the little shoes that she would have fell and hit her head on the wooden door behind her.

My hands moved faster than my own thoughts and commands from my brain. I moved and held her hand before pulling her to me. She crashed to my chest, and all I could feel was softness like the softest pillow, as if I was in the clouds.

All I could hear was my chest pounding in my chest cavity. She made my heart muscles pump blood faster than a marathon. She made my hands more sweatier than nervousness. And she made me more addicted and full of lust than any arousing thing in this world.

I took a step forward, as I led her by holding her waist, her body so soft and womanly. I had her in my arms and I pushed her until her back touched the door. Her nails scratched the wood that was behind her as her breath hitched before she tried to distance our bodies with her hands.

How could she?

Our bodies were already so close, her inner thighs feeeling the warmth of my sweats as she looked up at me with those nervous eyes. Her dimples was set on each side as her heart pounded in her chest.

We were like magnets. Two opposite poles that could only be attracted with futility.

There was no denying it. No denils could be spoken in between us. It wa so evident, my body was alive as the desire to sleep escaped. It was replaced in an instant with a desire to share and fill her with myself.

A physical expression of all that I felt for her and wanted for her.

All was still for the two of us.