HIS: Princess (Seokjin) | {Book 7} ✔️

{XXVIII}

"Be mine, take me, accept me...say yes." I asked, after pulling our lips away to speak, desperation clinging to every single letter and syllable.

I could cry but I wouldn't. This was too important a moment for tears to interrupt.

"One word Princess." I continued, my lips lingering close to her own. "And I'll take you to your happy ending. One word...and you will make me the happiest Prince in the entire universes."

Like a decade had passed in a second, her words were in slow motion.

"Yes." Princess finally nodded.

"That's all I need." I pecked her lips once more before I pulled her along faster, my body eager and my mind eager to show her how much I wanted her.

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Once through the door, I pressed her against the door, tasting her lips, her flesh and her flavors.

How desirably and addicting her taste was...

Her finger fought as she grasped my shirt, hair and neck. Whatever that she could grasp ahold of she would feel it under her palm. I hummed as she pulled and tugged as I pushed for more of her.

Clothes discarded, they laid aimlessly and uselessly on the wooden floor, creating a path from the front door to now my bedroom. In this familiar place, where my dreams and illusions had fueled my nights as I pumped myself to fake ecstasy, my Princess—real as the twitch of my cock—stood before me bared for me to touch and see.

I kept touching, exploring parts of her that I had little memories of. The parts that had been felt so long again, that it was too faint, but now there was no need for distant conjurings of the past, Princess was in front of me.

Bared for me, her body was plump, and luscious. There was so much more to see of her, and so many more parts of her that I would be able to touch and shower with my touch. Her body was so full, filled generously and beautifully.

You are my Princess.

I pulled my shirt above my head and I held it tightly in my hands as I groveled at her figure. It graced me with her presence and she had finally granted me the chance to be her Prince.

I took the time—much needed for me—to study the Princess in detail. I ignored the throbbing that began from the thickened member.

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"Jin...say something." She wiggled in front of me, as she got shy, more withdrawn to herself. I just stared at her though, raked my eyes at every detail. At that moment, I could not realize that she could have been uncomfortable with her naked body being stared so intently. "This...please just don't stare."

My eyes took in her every details, the thin grooves of her stretch mark, and had no desire to stop anytime soon. I had to because if it was a dream, I would need to have the memories, the images to comfort myself through out the nights.

Slowly I counted each moles, each scars, each stretch masks, each bumps rising on her precious skin. I traced the outlines of her sloping body, and the peaks of her breasts, especially the pointed nipples that were worthy of good sucking and my undiverted attention.

"What?" Princess asked as I mumbled to myself. My body reacted naturally to the body's needs, more and more it strained against the restraints of my black jeans.

Those curves, that skin and the curls that led to her royal treasures. The jewel that I coveted and the treasures inside I would soon divulge into. This was a miracle and a gift.

"Jin," Princess looked at her toes, her pretty eyes hidden from me, as she had not been stared as a woman for some time. But she would always, always be my Princess, and I would always desire her.

"You're real." I groaned, not in whine but because she was real. With my thumb and index, I tilted her head so I could see into her eyes. "You're here...in front of me. In all your glory, Princess, do you know how long I've waited for this—you?"

"Seokjin...", a captivating moan escaped her and I felt a twitch in my groin, signaling its impatience. The ache was unignorable.

"Be ready for this Princess." It came out as a growl, surprisingly. I had wanted to be sweet, but there was a beast inside of me that seemed unsatisfied with the current progress.

My hands held her cheeks between them, before I pressed our lips together. Her eyes fluttered closed, and I pressed for more, a suffocating kiss shared as we stole the air that belonged to one another.

A kiss before the night of us.

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I should not have to warn anyone, right?