Prince of Hearts

Chapter 19: Tangled ⚠

Author's note: This chapter contains explicit sexual content. If you are less than 18 years old, or if you are uncomfortable with such content, I beg you, please don't read this. It's completely safe to skip this chapter. You aren't going to miss any of the story.

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His dark eyes burned into yours, the dying flames of the fireplace reflecting in them as pinpricks of light. The smell of wood-smoke and rust clung to him. His warm breath blew over your lips.

"Princess." His voice was hoarse, and the sound of it sent a shiver through your spine.

His thumb came back to press against your lower lip, making you taste the salt of the tears that he had brushed away.

"Kiss me," you said.

He closed his eyes and kissed the corner of your lips.

You turned your head to catch the kiss on your mouth, but he pulled away, a teasing glint in his eyes. He kissed the tip of your nose, the top of your cheekbones, the curve of your jaw. But you wanted to feel him against your mouth. You wanted to taste him, to be filled with the kind of desire that made your toes curl.

You groaned in frustration as he kissed your left eye, and then the right. He chuckled, pulling away again.

"Kiss me, you coward," you hissed.

His other hand stroked your hair, almost as if he were soothing a feral stray kitten. You glared at him, and he smiled.

Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you lifted yourself off his lap, covering his mouth with yours.

His hands stilled. You took his lower lip between your teeth, dragging the soft flesh against the pointed edge of your canine. He pulled you to him, his returning kiss stealing the breath from your lungs.

His tongue snaked into your mouth and you gasped. Gone was the teasing. He kissed you like he meant it, like he wanted to make every inch of yours his. He plundered your mouth, leaving you boneless and weak. Putty in his arms.

Air rushed into your lungs as you pulled away, panting. But he didn't stop. He tilted your head back and his lips traced the arch of your neck. Your pulse jumped against his tongue as it dipped into the hollow of your throat. He licked from there to the crook of your neck.

You closed your eyes and let out a moan.

His teeth grazed the skin there. You shivered. He nibbled and licked again.

"J-Jimin." Your fingers curled into his hair.

He was doing something strange to you. He sucked and licked and bit in succession. Your heart beat too loud and too fast. Heat simmered under your skin, flowing through your veins and pooling at your centre as a dull, throbbing ache.

"I want you." His lips moved over your collarbone.

"Then take me," you whispered to his mouth, cupping his face in your hands.

"Not here."

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The pillows fell to the floor. Your body sank into the bed, your limbs tangled with Jimin's.

"Tell me what you want." Jimin breathed over your neck, his hair brushing your skin.

"I— I want to see you." You sat up, a hand on his chest. "All of you."

His hand went to the top button of his tunic. You placed a hand over his, stopping him.

"I want to do it."