Serendipity: The Amazing Journey Of A Soulmate

26. Gone with the sin

WARNING!!!!

This chapter contains mature content
You read it at your own risk

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The kiss is full of hunger and desire, but not sloppy. Not as the one in the park. This kiss is calculated, each movement of our lips like the choreo of a dance. Our tongues sway together, his fingers curled in my hair, cradling my head. Namjoon breaks up the kiss, only to move his mouth on my jaw, where he slowly places wet kisses while his other hand goes down my bare back, making my skin prickle despite the waves of heat reverberating through me. "Bogosipeosseo" he whispers in my ear.  I missed you. "It was fucking torture without you" he continues, slowly biting my earlobe as he pulls me closer to his body. The action makes my body react instantly, a moan escaping my mouth. My hands are on his chest, gripping tightly the fabric of his shirt in my fists in an attempt to get him closer to me. His mouth is on my neck now, biting and sucking the soft skin like an animal on the verge of starvation. My moans and warm breaths in his ear make him let out a low growl of pleasure which only makes my insides tighten with wanting. He releases my head, his hand traveling now down my body, until it reaches the deep cut of my dress and my exposed leg. We're so close right now that I can feel his protruding erection pushing on my stomach. Jesus Christ, Namjoon. I'm so turned on, I can barely think straight. Letting myself prey to the growing lust that's taking over me, I grab each side of his collar and pull hard, ripping the shirt off him. The buttons spread on the floor in all directions, while his hand is underneath my dress, grabbing my thigh. His curious fingers slowly make their way to my bottom, exploring every bit of skin. He goes deeper and deeper and if he continues like this, he will notice the wetness between my legs. Namjoon's hand suddenly stops its inspection as he realizes something. "Inna... where is your underwear?" he asks, his eyes growing wide with surprise mixed with something else. "I'm not wearing one" I answer seductively as I put my palms on his chest and push him hard. He's at arm's length from me, slowly panting and watching me with lustful eyes, like he is about to take a bite of me. I smirk devilishly at him right before I start peeling off my dress from my shoulders, taking my time with this process. His eyes follow my every movement, his chest going up and down. I'm watching him too, my eyes fixed on his handsome face. A trail of sweat is glistening on his forehead in the dim light of the bathroom and he is biting the inside of his cheek. Hard. Yes, I love his reactions to me. I let my dress fall to the ground, stepping aside to get out of it. I'm standing completely naked in front of him, never feeling more confident about my body than I am feeling now. That gaze of his...that gaze is dangerous, feral. His eyes devour me, they make love to my body and I'm almost certain this stare alone can be my undoing. "You're fucking gorgeous!" Namjoon growls with satisfaction. I approach him like a feline and grabbing his face with my both hands, I stand on my tiptoes and start kissing him. First, his plump lips, so soft and delicious. Then I move to his neck, running my tongue down on his Adam's apple and along his collarbone. I carry on with his toned chest, while he waits patiently to see what I have in store for him. My unashamed hands examine his tanned torso, while I continue placing kisses here and there, teasing him with my tongue. I know it's driving him crazy. I can sense his body tensing under my touch, each muscle twitching. He bends down a bit so he can be at my eye level, letting his head fall on my bare shoulder, breathing in my scent. "Take it off, baby" I murmur in his ear, ordering him to remove his shirt, while my fingers stop at the belt of his pants, undoing it along with the top button.

"Always so bossy, my little Ares" he murmurs on my skin, as he places a kiss on the sensitive area behind my ear and takes off his shirt. My knees almost give out at that, his endearment rattling me on the inside. He's not calling me ridiculous nicknames, but instead he uses the name of a god. His choice of words is more than a reply to my bold sexual actions. He knows that I am not fragile. He knows that I am a fighter and I will bravely stay by his side, always and forever, facing together the malice of the world until the very end. He is treating me as his partner, his equal and in this very moment I'm falling for him even harder. As if sensing the weakness in my bones, he grabs my waist and lifts me up, placing me on the sink countertop, while he quickly gets rid of his pants and boxers in a smooth move, throwing them aside to join the other clothes on the floor. I gape at him, my mouth dry as I watch him in all his splendour, naked in front of me. His body is perfectly shaped, proportional to his impressive height: broad shoulders, small waist and delicate muscles coated in flawlessly smooth skin all over his upper body. He is fit, but not like the males hitting the gyms and with obscenely big muscles. He has the body of a dancer, of a performer, strong, but graceful. And that strong V line...My eyes are fixed on his lower area, his length making my thighs close tightly together, trying in vain to ease the sweet pain throbbing between my legs. Gods help me!