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Chapter 12 - Adaline Seitz

Dragging against his full bottom lip, his teeth leave behind an ivory tone in the tender flesh, the muscles of his jaw tightening as he waits. His uneven eyelids hood over his pupils that are blown so wide they engulf the deep brown swirls of his irises like a snowstorm in the middle of a harsh Siberian winter.

His pendant is gently swaying between our chests, catching the warm sunrays as if it's a lizard sluggishly splayed out on a rock. The only contact we have is the slight brush of his pants across my still quivering thighs, his straining erection just mere centimetres from my flushed folds.

Images of Yoongi flash through my mind, shifting like glimmering stars and constricting my heart with wicked claws that prevent me from taking a proper breath. I know I'm only clinging onto the memories of what we once were, hoping to see the genuine curve of his lips he graces me with whenever he figures out a verse.

What scares me is the possibility that Yoongs is the only one willing to accept me for who I am, for who I was and will be. Scratch that, it fucking terrifies me.

But, there's one detail about Taehyung that's calming my irregular heartbeat and blurring the features of my boyfriend into oblivion - there is no coercion in his expression that I'm usually confronted with during my working hours or the rare intimate moments with Yoongi.

Not a flicker of hesitation is staining his respect for me and if I show any sign of not wanting to go further, he'll retreat and comply with my wishes, no questions asked. I know that he will, the promise of it is emanating from his every pore like the natural scent of his skin bathed in a golden hue.

He isn't expecting me to pleasure him back.

My fingertips glide along the gentle dip of his collarbone to come in contact with the thin silver chain around his neck, twirling the polished pendant before contouring the shape of his Adam's apple. His swallow is slow while my thumb brushes across the beauty mark adorning his soft lips, causing them to part.

I mimic the simple action after burying my teeth in the flesh of my inner cheek. "I'm not even aware of how much I'll fucking regret this." Words tumbling over my tongue are like the orchestra's diminuendo cadence, getting lost in the silkiness of his mouth once the distance dissipates between us.

A hint of timidness flavours the tilt of his head before he allows himself to sink further into the sensation and press his ravenous lips harder against mine. Forcing me deeper into the sofa with the weight of his large hand that moves to rest on my hip, he ardently slips his tongue into my mouth and lets me taste myself on him.

Taehyung takes a fervent breath through his nose when my palm outlines the form of his firm chest down to the hem of his trousers, sliding below the fabric to grasp his ass and pull him to me. His hips buckle under my command, which leads him to nestle his heavy cock amidst my trembling thighs.

The warmth blossoming inside him is contrasting the metal buds pierced through his nipples as his skin touches mine, his slender arm enveloping my waist to lead me into a graceful arch. My other hand glides along the slope of his shoulder, tracing the smooth muscles before it weaves through the dark curls at the back of his neck.

Shuddering like a flicker of sunlight reflecting off of the dewy leaves, I hum in approval against his lips stained with red once his knuckles skim across the expanse of my abdomen. His tongue is pliant as it draws the line of my cupid's bow, the tip of his nose gently nudging my cheek to make me turn my head to the side.

A string of curses laces the air hissing through my clenched teeth while he paints the column of my neck with his attentive mouth, softly sucking on the delicate skin just below my jaw. The pad of his thumb circles my nipple, which hardens under his unhurried touch, sending flitting prickles of pleasure throughout my frame.