Intimately Enchanted → pjm ✓

Chapter 34

Lorraine had an instinct to devour each time she saw Jimin's pretty lips in front of her, swollen and red and fuck...

It was in the way he reacted to her actions. Like the way he gasped and moaned without hiding it if she was kissing his neck. The way he'd fall back on the bed or the way his eyes would roll back in pleasure.

Jimin looked like sin under the neon red lights. His skin glistened with a layer of sweat and hair sticking to his forehead. His red lips were parted to let out soft pants, looking at Lorraine with siren eyes, dazed and drawing her towards him. 

Once again, she surged forward, capturing his lips with hers and moving them with ferocity, the passion unyielding. Their tongues were intertwined, fighting for dominance, teeth clattering and saliva dripping down their chins. The moans Jimin let out in the kiss were guttural, raw, made Lorraine's stomach pool with heat.

Jimin was hers. Jimin's lips were hers. Only she could taste them. The desire to claim was running wild in her veins and clawing at her skin. Her hands were disappeared in his hair, messing them, just the way she liked. His hands were on her waist, hold tight to keep her pressed against him, both on their knees as they kissed the everloving soul out of eachother.

His hasty hands went to untie the knot of her wrap dress, expertly loosening it and exposing her skin to the cold atmosphere of the room due to the air conditioner. Feeling the skin under his hand, his touch worked like coals on her.

Lorraine detached their lips to attack his neck instead, pushing him down to sit as she straddled his lap, biting and drawing out moans from his mouth.

"Crawl a little further up the bed."

She ordered, whispering in his ear, trailing his lips ever so lightly on his red skin. He choked back a whimper and nodded, pushing himself back until his back was pressed against the headrest. She was quick to move on top of his lap again. Jimin's eyes were lost, hooded with lust and hunger.

She picked up the glass of red wine kept on the side table and took a sip. Fuck, because it helped. It helped her come down from the high of Jimin and focus. She kissed him again, caressing his cheeks with her thumb. Their lips pressed together again, raw and messy.

Her nails dug into the skin of his nape as he bit at her bottom lip, tugging and licking, veins blistering hot. Their lips detached when he moved south, kissing his way down her neck and chest, undressing her with his teeth. Lorraine's chest rose and fell in deep breaths, shuddering and moaning softly.

He moved his his mouth down her body until he reached her navel, leaving a kiss there, a soft press of his lips that was able to make her feel infinite things. His hands which were resting on her waist held even tighter and lifted her up till Lorraine was on her knees in front of him.

Jimin slowly pulled her panties down her   thighs before throwing them away somewhere in the room. He looked up then and Lorraine's breath hitched in her throat by the intensity the pair of chocolate orbs held, infinite depths of lust and hunger, the need to devour, fucking same as hers.

His hand moved down to her thigh, squeezing the honey flesh before hoisting her leg on his shoulder. Lorraine inhaled a shaky breath, her eyes locked with his, unmoving.

Without breaking the gaze, Jimin opened his mouth and pressed it against her clit. Lorraine jerked a little, a moan slipping past her lips even though she was ready for it. Fuck, she wasn't ready for it. Jimin's mouth was so hot and wet against her folds, the way he pressed his tongue flat against her, eyes never leaving hers. Lips plump and raw red as she moved his damo hair from his forehead.