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[11] His Will

Yoongi was an incredible kisser.

He had an uncanny ability to press his lips somewhere on my body and achieve involuntary reactions that I didn't know were possible.

We hadn't even removed any articles of clothing yet, but there I was, ready to orgasm at the touch of his lips to the patch of exposed skin between the hem of my tank top and the elastic of my pants.

Hell, I nearly came at the image of Min Yoongi dropping to his knees in front of me, let alone him looking up with hooded eyes as his teeth scraped gently at my hip. His hands slid along everything he could touch, gripping my thighs, squeezing my ass, pushing my top up to my ribs like he did in that cursed elevator.

Or blessed elevator? Should I be thankful?

For the first time all night I was too hot, so I shamelessly peeled off my shirt and threw it god knows where in the hotel room. He pulled back, sat on his heels and took a long hard look up at me. Under the heat of his gaze, I resisted the urge to cover myself with my arms. Now was not the time for modesty. He could have gone back to whoever was waiting for him, but he chose me. I bit my lip instead.

Yoongi growled in a primal sort of way that sent shockwaves to my core. His fingers hooked around the waistband of my pants and yanked them down to my ankles with urgency. I yelped in surprise.

He looked back up at me, eyes searching my face. He may not have had the words, but I could tell he wanted to make sure he wasn't pushing me too far. I knew in that moment I would let this man do anything he wanted to me. To communicate this, I reached forward and tangled my fingers in his hair while I stepped out of my sandals and pants. He leaned into my hand and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment.

His eyes snapped back open, ablaze with renewed hunger. He tightened his fingers on my hips and pulled me to him so that his nose pushed against my clothed mound. His hands wrapped around my thighs, slipping between them from behind, urging them apart. I complied with a whimper of anticipation, throwing my head back and tightening my grip on his silky hair.

He guided one of my legs over his shoulder and bit the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. He soothed the sting with his tongue and then turned his head towards my core. I steadied myself by holding the top of his head, unable to keep my hips from bucking towards him.

His arms snaked around my legs to support me. He pulled my panties out of his way with his teeth.

"Fuuuck!" I shouted as I felt his warm, wet tongue draw a deliberate line from my entrance to my clit. He started to devour me with such fervour that my legs began to shake with pleasure, threatening to give out, but he held me steady.

His grip on me grew stronger and he pulled me into his face. His tongue moved at superhuman speed, assaulting my clit in a way that had me barreling towards a climax in less than a minute.

My whimpers grew needy and I tugged on his hair, signally my oncoming orgasm. I began to subconsciously grind on his face, body seeking more friction to push me over the edge. He release a lewd moan that went straight to my heat, making me throb.

But then he stopped.

The mother fucker fucking stopped.

I cried out in frustration when he pulled away, this time denying my orgasm intentionally. I looked down at him in disbelief, blinking away the tears that had formed in the corners of my eyes.

I expected to find him smirking evilly like a spoiled fucking tease, but I was wrong.

Instead, he looked possessed with lust. It made me quiver with excitement. This man knew exactly what he was doing and I was willing to submit completely to his will.

He stood and kissed me hard. I could taste my own bitterness as his tongue pushed into my mouth. This time I didn't compete for dominance. He had succeeded in taming me. I was at his will.

He rid me of my bra and pushed me towards the bed, seating me on the edge and laying me backwards. He trailed burning hot kisses down my neck towards my breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth and grazed the other with his thumb, coaxing them to harden and making me groan. Satisfied with my reaction, he continued on his track downwards, kissing and licking to my navel and then to the top of underwear.

He settled himself on the floor between my legs and made intense eye contact as he slid my panties off. He only broke it to focus on the apex of my thighs which was now completely exposed to him.

I gasped as he slowly spread me with his thumbs. His eyes flitted up to my own that remained trained on him, since I knew by now that he wanted me to watch. One of his thumbs began to rub slow circles on my clit, which was incredibly sensitive by now. He looked like he was thinking hard, probably translating something in his head.

"I want to hear you." He finally growls. "You understand? I want it... loud."

I nodded vigorously. He didn't need to tell me twice.