The Pretend Wife

Fourteen.

16+⚠️ incoming

taeyong let out a groan as he caressed jennie's smooth and creamy skin beneath the satin lingerie that she was wearing. he bent down to capture her full and luscious lips and jennie moaned as taeyong trapped her lower lip between his own and sucked it gently.

her fingers slowly crept their way beneath taeyong's shirt and lovingly skimmed his muscular back. taeyong pushed jennie deeper into the pillows stroking her lips with the tip of his tongue as if pleading for access.

jennie willingly obliged and parted her mouth beneath his as he eagerly slipped his tongue to taste her sweetness. their tongues met and dueled and jennie let out a shiver as taeyong lightly caressed the smooth skin of her belly.

taeyong broke their kiss and he started to rain soft kisses from the edge of her jaw trailing down her long, elegant neck. he stopped to suckle the sensitive spot at the base of her throat.

"taeyong" jennie groaned his name as her arms tightened around him.

with out missing a beat taeyong's head moved lower tracing the edge of the neckline of jennie's negligee with the tip of his tongue. he brushed his fingertips lightly over her sensitive peaks earning him another moan from jennie's lips.

taeyong's breath was labored and erratic as he slowly kissed his way back to jennie's lips. as he claimed her lips once again he slowly slipped the delicate straps of her negligee from her shoulders and gently caressed the creamy mounds that he had exposed.

jennie grabbed hold of taeyong's face and urged him to look at her in the eye. her eyes were ablaze from the passion that she was feeling at the moment. as she held taeyong's gaze she whispered three short words that finally made taeyong lose the last shreds of his control.

"i want you."

•••

taeyong snapped his eyes open. he was panting and gasping for breath as if he had just run the marathon. beads of sweat were forming on his forehead and his whole body was drenched with sweat. he lay still in the darkened room as he waited for his frenzied heart to steady. it was just a dream.

it was all a dream. he tried to get his bearings straight and realized that he was on the floor wrapped in a heavy comforter. he pulled himself up into a sitting position and spotted jennie sleeping soundly on the bed. taeyong gave a soft sigh and plopped himself back into the comforter.

here he was in his wedding night and he was sleeping on the floor. apparently his subconscious mind did not allow him to get away from what he was trying so much to avoid. as he lay there he recalled the events that happened earlier that evening.