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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She squealed in surprise, but it came out like a strangled moan. The very sound made him harder, more frantic. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and clung to him as he stepped out of the tub.
Two steps and he reached the soft rug in the middle in of the room, one more and he had laid her down on the floor and covered her body with his own.
He kissed her over and over until her head was swimming. He was covered in her arousal and groaned as she played her tongue on his lips.
With a hard breath he buried himself deep inside her, moving immediately, cursing and calling her name.
She watched his face and immediately knew there was no way she could catch up to his passion this time. She held him and welcome his body into hers. She knew this feeling. It was the need to bury the doubts and fears that haunted him. She wanted him to bury them forever, taking instead this memory in their place.
She held him as his thrusts grew harder, rocking her body across the soft rug, the hard floor holding her body prisoner to his.
Jungkook was lost in the feeling of her, the way her body held his tightly, her arms and legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper, the water and the lingering soap making their bodies slide easily against each other.
His thrusts grew harder and faster as he rocked her body with his. He knew he was reaching the limit of his control. He saw her face fixed on his, registered the love and the wonder there.
“Lllyra….I..need…” he tried as his body spiraled out of control.
“I can’t…” he growled, “please…”
She arched against him, raking her long nails down his back, drawing guttural groans from him.
“Shh..don’t wait baby,” she said, cupping his firm ass in her hands, meeting his every thrust, “ let go…..give it to me….”
He did what she demanded. He let go completely, wildly thrusting into her until his release slammed into him, throbbing into her again and again.
She watched his face, in awe of the abandon she saw there, the power of his climax. She memorized the beauty as his face creased in a frown, his tongue darting to caress his lips as he emptied into her. She would never forget this moment.
He dropped onto her, struggling to catch his breath, resting in her arms. She ran her hands across his shoulders and back, loving the feel of him, his strength even when he was spent.
He finally raised his head, worry shadowing that beautiful face.
“Lyra, baby, I am sorry,” he said, his voice still a husky whisper,” I didn’t….you didn’t…”
“ Shhhhhh…” she stopped him, tracing his lips with her fingertips, “ don’t you dare. That was one of the most amazing things ever, a perfect gift.”
She kissed him tenderly. “I never want to forget this.”
As she caught her breath in the shelter of his arms, she had no idea what she would do first to put her life back in order.
But without a doubt, she knew two things, she adored the daring boy looking down at her, but she loved the man holding her in his arms.
He made her feel safe. He taught her to trust again and he showed her how a man was supposed to love a woman.
He was a man grown, clever and kind, loyal and true. A man to take pride in. A man deserving honesty and real love. In the days he doubted these truths she would remind him. She loved him. She intended to made sure he knew that every day for the rest of her life.
He saw the emotions flittering across her face. He trusted she would share the thoughts that made her shine like that one day, when she was ready.
He wanted to spend the rest of his days learning what those sighs and looks meant.
“Let’s Go!” he said.
He stood on still shaking legs and pulled her gently to stand with him.
She smiled up at him and he bent to kiss her upturned face. With a soft sigh, happiness settling deep in her bones, she turned to finish in the bathroom.
He watched as she bent to release the water in the bathtub and extinguish the candles, admiring her curves, the way her hair escaped in curls around her head, the humming she had no idea she was doing.
As she went about straightening the room, suddenly she slipped on the water they had sloshed over the tub. Before she could react, strong arms encircled her and lifted her to safety.
She squealed as he lifted her, still trying to catch herself from the near fall.
“It's ok, “he whispered, “I’ve got you.”
She nodded at him, eyes misting, it was absolutely the truth. She was his.
He shifted her slightly until she was securely cradled in his arms. She sighed as he began to move, encircling her arms around his neck, turning so that their chests were pressed together, hearts beating in rhythm.
He kissed her again, long lingering kisses, his lips claiming hers again and again, teasing but not touching her tongue with his.
He began to move and she clutched onto him tightly.
“Wait….” She said, searching the room for any candles left burning,” wait…where are you going?”
The look he gave her had her tingling before he even opened his mouth. Then he spoke and she was undone.
He bent his head closer to her, a lock of hair falling perfectly to caress his forehead.
“Oh baby….” He growled, shooting a jolt of white heat straight through her,
“Didn’t you know?” He whispered, pausing for one more wicked kiss “We are just getting started.”
With that he carried her in long strides through the door, to their bed, into their next.
As usual, Jungkook was so right!
They were just getting started!
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And in just this way, it is time to leave them for now. 😢
