Would she like it when she’s conquered by her man?
Yes. Yes, she would.
You shivered like the foxed pages of a poorly bound book, scattering away in the warm embrace of his levanter. Never wanting to be whole again. His words… Each one loaded with volumes worth of meaning, unspoken truths, and secrets to be taken to the grave. Each one loving you to last for a lifetime, promising to love you even more in the next. And even more in the one after that.
Only you in all the lives that could be bestowed upon him.
Would she like it when she’s conquered by her man?
Yes. Yes, she would. She had been waiting for that very moment all along.
And she had run all out of patience.
You suddenly jerked forward and threw your arms around his neck, barely able to contain the urge to swallow him whole. You wanted to love him in all the ways you knew. Fondly. Vehemently. From the bottom of the abyss that was your charred heart. Like you never loved anyone else.
“Make me feel how much you desire me in my bones,” you touched his face, breathing all erratic like you were on the verge of choking on lust, “Talk vulgar, act vulgar, drown us both in pleasure.”
His beautiful eyes were painted dusk in less than a moment. He wanted to love you in all the ways he learned. Delicately. Torridly. From the bottom of the pristine waters that was his soul. Like he was going to die that night.
He harshly pulled you close from your waist and completely surrendered to his morbid appetite for you.
The threshold of gentleness had been long breached. Now it was all open-mouth kisses and scratches on skin. His hands were trapped in the indecisiveness between tenderly caressing you versus groping your supple flesh however brutally he desired. Out of complete instinct, his fingers reached between your legs, collected your slick, then smeared it all over your lips—his very own silver platter to dine on you. You tasted like you loved him back. You tasted like you belonged together.
“I would fucking kill for a drop of your taste, darling,” he spoke through his incessant kisses, “I would die for you if you so wished.”
You couldn’t bear the thought even in a hypothetical context. You hugged him tighter to shelter him, to protect him from every imaginary arrow that may come his way. So that nothing could ever harm him. You would die for him if he so wished.
But it would be a lie to say you never contemplated eradicating whoever was standing between you. Whoever was the reason why you could never be together in this lifetime. Yes, you would earn yourself a one-way ticket to a boiling hot tar pit if you acted on it, but would it really matter if you got to love Hyunjin until your last breath?
Your mind was meandering. You couldn’t think straight. All this time, you thought your feelings for Hyunjin were this quiet small pond in a garden, decorated with vibrant lotuses and little frogs residing in them, but turns out it was a bottomless ocean with no land in sight and you were a prisoner in an abandoned ship. It was too late to try and force it to sail towards the shores.
The love you harbored for him had already started to consume you.
You tackled him with all your might and took him under you, stealing his breath away with deep kisses, then nudged him to move until his back was flush against the headboard. You straddled his lap with the grace of a queen sitting on her rightful throne, caressing his damp hair still velveteen to the touch as he kissed all over your collarbones.
“What was the very first thing I taught you?” you lifted his chin to have him look into your eyes.
“R–Respect.”
“This is where you disrespect me,” you put his hands on your hips, “Only here. In our bed.”
Did you just say… our bed?
Our bed?
Knowing full well you were going to raise a violent storm in him?
If you were this hellbent on killing him, why didn’t you just shoot him right between his brows then?!
Yes. Yes, this was your bed. This was where you belonged. With him. In his arms. Right inside his ribcage where his heart was supposed to be.
“Feel it. Feel how much I’m burning for you,” he kissed your hands frantically, then pressed them on his cheeks, “Please have mercy on me, I’m dying!”
He was beseeching in moans, but you couldn’t make do. You wanted to rile him up until he was shredding his sheets. Until he forced his shell to break open and emerged from his cocoon as a full-fledged man. Until he discovered the things he should not be doing as a decent human being but got so weak in the claws of lust that he just bent to it.
“Whisper things to me, darling,” he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hands running from your waist up your back, “Tempt me. Entice me.”
Tempting him. All you really had to do was put up a mirror because Hyunjin was temptation in corporeal form. He was the one enticing you. Just hearing him talk like that churned your insides like he was ravaging you. On god, no man alive could be this passionate.
There was just no one like Hyunjin.
“That night… At the bathhouse…” you started to grind up and down his rock hard cock resting on his crotch, your wetness coating his entire length like a fresh coat of varnish, “Would you like to know what I was thinking of?”
“Yes,” he breathily responded, eyes closed in ecstasy while melting into a puddle under you, “Tell me. Tell me everything.”
You slowly positioned his cock against your entrance and made absolutely sure he wouldn’t breach you more than a single knuckle deep. You started fucking yourself on him very very shallowly so as not to overwhelm him. As if you were about to break him in.
When in fact, you were terrified of what you might turn into if you just let yourself go.
“When you call me darling,” you looked into his half-open eyes and began your narration, “it gives me butterflies, but it also sparks something else in me. Something sinful.”
“H–How sinful?”
“In every depraved and debauched way you could fathom,” your breathing started escalating, “I imagined what it would be like if you had me in my sleep. If you had me whenever you desired me. Wherever you desired me. I wanted to serve you even when I wasn’t conscious. I wanted to hear you moan darling in my ear when you emptied yourself inside me.”
“Darling, please…!!!”
Still on the very shallow end of the water. Maybe not even a single knuckle deep. But Hyunjin was already a mess like you were fucking his life out of him, eyes rolling back, much much deeper moans like he was in pain every time his tip barely made it in. You reached back and caressed his balls behind you, and just feeling how tightened they were made you throb. You wanted to do so many things to him all at once that you were getting dizzy trying to land on a decision and miserably failing.
“God, you’re so full,” you pressed your forehead on his, “We need to drain you, otherwise it will hurt.”
But you weren’t draining anything. On the contrary, you were filling him up even more with your sweet torture, and he felt like he was running a delirium-inducing fever, squirming and sweating all over.
This was hell. And he wanted to die here.
“If you’re not going to quench my flames, then incite them,” he slammed his hands on your waist, panting hard like he was gasping for air, “Burn with me. Until there is nothing left of us.”
You deluded yourself into thinking you were just being merciful when in fact you were fervidly yearning for Hyunjin even from this close, and you weren’t going to be able to resist him anymore. Not for the sake of teasing him. Not for the sake of edging yourself.
Not even if there was a gun to your head.
“Are you ready?” you properly aligned him this time and sank your fingertips into his shoulders, trying to brace for the impact about to hit you much worse than it was going to hit him.
“F–For what?”
“To be my man,” your breath blew like a warm breeze on his skin.
He looked half-confused. You did let him in just a second ago, and he was… On the very brink of… Because you were moving on…
There was more to all that?
“This… This isn’t it?”
You pressed his tip right on your soaked entrance, and he knew. He knew he was way past the gates of hell when that gust of fire suddenly enveloped him. It was too late. He was about to meet the devil herself, and she was going to demand his soul as the ultimate sacrifice.
Was he ready? Was he ready to sell his soul for all eternity?
You were slowly lowering yourself on him, and he was sinking into you inch by inch. Too wet. Too warm. Too fucking tight. Hyunjin felt the fire morphing into a gigantic serpent coiling around him and squeezing the soul out of him. He had asked for it. He had told you to incite his flames.
And now he had to watch his entire existence go ablaze. Until there was nothing left of you.
“This isn’t even the half of it,” you confirmed his untimely demise and took his lips between yours. One kiss that took his breath away, and he knew. He could see his fate in the shooting stars in your eyes.
He had lived this life just so he could die in your arms.
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