May 1, 2020
Book Two of the UNDONE series, following unrivaled
Jeon Jungkook is one of the youngest security experts in the country and he is working to keep his boss's company out of crisis. He is not alone. His friends are all professionals and d...
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*Author's note....play 10,000 hours)
She had turned down the bed and had soft lights around the room, but he noticed none of that.
He caught her as she reached the bed and pulled her hips back to him, her back pressed to his hard chest, slipping his hands around her waist and kissing her neck again.
She relaxed and reached behind her to play with his hair. He slowly moved his hand from her stomach down toward the heat building between her legs.
“Lyra….are you sure? I can’t wait much longer,” he whispered, his fingers finding the opening of the robe, his thrusts growing harder.
“Tell me to stop….if you don’t…” the rest was lost in a hard kiss.
She reached and grabbed his wrist as he moved his hand closer to her and squeezed it tightly.
“Please,” she breathed, “ please don’t stop.”
Her breathy pleas shook him and he kissed her once more before he dipped his fingers into her.
She kept a tight grip on his wrist, holding him to her. She cried out at the first touch and he cursed as she began to ride his fingers.
“Fuck Lyra, already…baby….yes …” he could no longer form sentences but words were no longer needed.
He whispered in her ear, encouraging her, watching her take her pleasure until finally she whispered, her voice deep and husky, " need.......please.........." the rest lost in a deep moan as she shuddered in her release.
Jungkook was so hard he was hurting, aching for her, waiting for her.
She moved slowly, her legs shaking, but she turned and reached for him, unbuckling his pants while she kissed him again and again.
She unzipped him and groaned again as she got her first feel of his hard length.
She had seen him aroused, but that did not prepare her for the feel of him in her hands. She pushed him away just enough to push the pants down his hips.
He ripped his shirt over his head and she reached to touch him, running her hands over his hard body.
While she was exploring him, he hissed, each touch torturous to his aching body.
He grabbed the bow that tied the belt to her waist and was rewarded with the robe falling open, like unwrapping a gift
She shrugged it off, the silk fluttering away from her, leaving him to curse again as the black underwear was revealed.
She really did not play fair.
He dreamed about her in that underwear.
He pulled her against him again and kissed her as he unfastened her bra.
He caught her groan in his kiss as the restriction was removed and her breasts were freed and then pressed bare against his chest.
He knew they were both too close and his control was too close to nonexistent to do what he wanted to her.
He promised himself that later he could spend hours touching and teasing and tasting those hard buds now dragging against him with every move, every breath, torturing him.
As he slipped his hands in her panties to squeeze her rounded ass, he could only think of one goal, he had to be inside her, now.
She was already ahead of him. Her release earlier had only teased her for what she wanted. She tugged her panties down and he stepped aside to let her remove them.
She pushed down his briefs, unconsciously licking her lips as the length of him was revealed, long and hard, already glistening, beautiful.
She was focused on her raging need at the moment, but she promised herself that soon she would take him in her mouth and taste and tease him until he begged and then pleasure him with all she had. But right now she needed him to fill her.
She crawled on to the bed, drawing him with her until he was braced over her, cradled between her thighs, the heat of her arousal already soaking him.
One look was all it took. But in that look was trust and surrender and need and lust and a fire that had been smoldering for months, now burst into flame.
He paused for a moment. As badly as he needed her, he wanted to make sure she had no regrets.
“Lyra….baby…..” he whispered.
“Jungkook…yes….please I want you, I want us,” she answered, tears shimmering in her eyes.
Groaning at the trust she had placed in him, he moved to her, feeling her heat engulf him as he slowly entered her.
He cursed again, as she arched at the feeling, those tiny sounds becoming almost guttural in pleasure.
“Yes….Oh……” she was humming and talking nonsense words, encouraging him as he came to rest, fully sheathed in her.
“So so so good" he breathed as he began to move, slowly stroking her.
She was watching his face, moved by the concern she saw, but also the care. He was doing his best to hold back for her, make sure she was taken care of.
Once she had adjusted to him, she lifted her legs higher on his hips and tangled her hands in his hair.
The combination drove him crazy and he began to thrust harder and faster.
He watched her face as she smiled, then saw when the wave began for her.
She clutched his biceps as he rolled into her and then he felt her break around him as she arched off the bed and stuttered “oh J..Jj..Jungkook!”
The rippling, hard contractions of her release drug him under, as he gave up all pretense of control and rocked her with hard thrusts, shaking her body with every one, until he burst into climax, throbbing deep inside her, his head thrown back and the most beautiful sounds falling from his lips.
She grabbed his shoulders and held him tight as another wave of pleasure hit her.
He fell into her arms, struggling to catch his breath as she wrapped her arms around him and soothed his hair, dropping kisses on his temple.
They lay like that, wrapped in each, whispering sighs and moans, dropping sweet words of pleasure and kisses.
Jungkook felt overwhelmed. He felt as if every nerve in his body was firing at once. He was feeling not only pleasure, but deep, deep contentment.
He honestly did not know if he had ever felt this way before. Then he decided it did not matter. He felt this way right now and he wanted it to continue.
Lyra lay with his weight covering her body, his breath beginning to even out.
The heat of his body chased away the cold places in her for which she had lost hope. She felt safe with him. Totally naked and vulnerable, she was content, no fear would penetrate this safe place. She hugged him to her as she realized the truth of that.
She ran her nails across his shoulders and laughed as he lifted his head and smiled at her.
Those eyes again! Bright and filled with a sparkle that promised both Paradise and wicked pleasure.
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