Intimately Enchanted → pjm ✓

Chapter 9

Lorraine's heels clicked the floor in perfect tuts as she legged through the deserted corridor, her skin prickling hot because she knew he was analysing her body from behind with that drowning gaze of his.

She turned around to look at him, eyes sultry and heavy from the alcohol as she opened the door of the last gate of the corridor with her key card in one swift swipe.

It was something addicting in the way he caught her lips. Jimin's lips tasted of champagne and Lorraine's grazed her tongue ever so lightly to savour it, her nails digging into his nape as he held her firmly against himself, pushing her on the wall and increasing the pace of his lips.

Lorraine's reflex was instant when she gripped his shoulders and switched the positions, making Jimin lean against the wall. This was the thing about Lorraine, one of the first things that caught Jimin's eyes, while most women wanted Jimin to take them against the wall, dominate them till they were screaming his name, Lorraine took matter in her own hands. He wasn't surprised with it the first time they slept together, taking control sounded very Lorraine-ish.

Still, he couldn't exactly point her as a control freak because she loved giving control to Jimin as much as she loved stealing it from him.

There it was, the radiation of something darker, merging with their brewing lust so perfectly, it was hard to disguise. But it was there. Lorraine could feel it.

She furrowed her eyebrows, their lips detaching as Jimin's plush lips grazed on her neck, sucking red marks on her golden skin as his hips pressed against hers in desperation.

It was fast. Too fast to contemplate rational thoughts. Desperate hands clutching onto each other clothes to tear the restraints apart, lips chasing in the dark and bodies rolling perfectly. Greedily gulping down each other's moans and gasps.

Skins colliding, Jimin picked Lorraine up as she wrapped her legs around his waist, biting and sucking at the clammy skin of his neck as he pressed her on the wall instead.

"Fuck." She muttered, not getting enough of him. He grabbed her by her neck to pull her into another indulging kiss, their  clothes crippled, hair messy and skin hot and clammy by now.

It was when Jimin's hand went under her dress and almost grazed her panties is when the dark crippling feeling that was brewing up in her tore itself apart from lust, making an overwhelming rush of fear crash through her.

"Stop." She breathed out of a sudden. "Put me down."

Jimin halted his actions and quickly removed his hands from her and quickly put her down. She had problem balancing herself on her own legs but she somehow managed. Tears brew up in the corner of her eyes, her heart thrumming heftily against her chest, thankful Jimin couldn't see them in the dark.

But he surely could sense it.

"Lorraine, is something wrong?" He asked, perplexed. His hand went to stroke her cheekbones and that's when he felt the tears.

He furrowed his eyebrows, not understanding what suddenly happened to make Lorraine cry. It was the first time he was seeing her such a mess. She was always so gathered up.

Lorraine shook her head, lightly pushing at his chest to move him away from her. It was now that she realised she was feeling more, and it wasn't good. It was ripping out something twisted from within her. More twisted than her exterior, it could damage her in the process.

"I..." She whimpered, her mind buzzing and body burning white hot. She needed to cut Jimin off, for her own good. This wasn't her. These feelings weren't her and they were fucking up her brain.