The Devil's Sanctuary

Jungkook surges forward, closing the scant inches between them until their lips almost brush with every word he speaks. His dark eyes are now swirling with a primal, possessive hunger.

"You know I am not a patient man." he rasps, his voice dropping an octave and vibrating right through her chest.
"I am going easy on you because you need to rest. So don't you dare provoke me..."

Jia's breath hitches; her lungs suddenly felt too small. She can smell him, that intoxicating mix of expensive sandalwood, rain, and the faint, metallic scent of power. His eyes search her, stripping away her sassy exterior until she is shivering beneath his gaze.

"...unless you want my fingers to dig deep inside you..." he continues, his voice a velvet threat. He leans in closer, his nose brushing against hers. "And explore that plush cave relentlessly to make you roll those sassy eyes of yours until your legs are trembling vigorously and you beg me to stop. Arrasseo?"

He doesn't move. He waits, his pupils blown wide, watching the way her pulse throbs at the hollow of her throat.

"Arrasseo?" he repeats, his thumb tracing a slow, dangerous line upward, stopping just at the edge of her heat.

"A-Arrasseo." she breathes out, the word barely a whisper. Her voice is shaky, betraying just how much he affects her.

A ghost of a dark, satisfied smirk plays on his lips. He doesn't retreat; he stays right there, his dominant energy simmering between them. He leans in, his lips hovering a hair's breadth from her ear.

"Good girl."

he murmurs, the praise sounds more like a claim. "Now, stay quiet and let me look at you. I've spent all day dealing with filth... I need to remind myself why I bother coming back to this world at all."