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⚠️ WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT. READ AT YOUR DISCRETION.⚠️
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In Kim's Room
"I want to see how much you admire me," Tae said, voice low and teasing.
I looked at him—he was breathtaking. Ethereal. Everything about him pulled me in. His eyes, his body, the way he looked at me like I was something precious. I reached out and ran my fingers across his chest, slowly, like I was memorizing him.
"You're beautiful," I whispered.
He smiled softly. "Not as beautiful as you, baby."
Tae had already undressed, standing tall and confident before me. He leaned down, brushing his lips over mine, the kiss slow and tender. Every time we kissed, it felt new. Sweet. Deep. Like I could drown in him and not care.
He paused to look me in the eyes.
"Kim," he murmured.
"Mm?"
"I love you."
The words hit me like a wave. I blinked, startled, heart stuttering.
"I… I love you too," I replied, my voice trembling with hesitation.
He smiled, brushing his lips against my temple. "Don't rush it. Take your time. Just don't ask me to stop saying it to you."
His mouth found my neck, planting kisses that made me melt beneath him. I moaned softly, threading my fingers through his hair.
"I meant what I said," I whispered. I didn't want to question it—I only knew that I didn't want to let him go. Ever again.
"Tae..."
"Yeah, baby?"
"Thank you. For not giving up on me."
He paused, brushing his lips against the nape of my neck.
"I should be the one thanking you. For surviving. For coming back. For choosing to love me again."
He trailed his lips from my neck to my collarbone, down to the center of my chest. I shivered, lost in his warmth, in the way his touch made me feel seen. Wanted.
He moved lower, and soon I felt his mouth on me—hot, slow, purposeful. My breath caught in my throat, a moan escaping me.
"Oh God... Tae..."
I gripped his hair gently, overwhelmed by how good he was—how much he knew exactly what I needed. My moans deepened with each movement of his head, each flick of his tongue, each groan from his throat vibrating against me.
"You're amazing," I gasped.
He looked up at me, lips slick, eyes dark with desire. "You're mine tonight. Every inch of you."
I nodded, heart racing. "I want that... I want you."
He leaned over me again, his body warm and firm against mine. I spread my legs, trusting him completely. He reached for a bottle of oil in the nightstand, surprising me. I didn't even know I knew it was there.
I started to speak, but he kissed me—deep and slow.
"Don't think. Just feel."
He prepared me gently, fingers slick and careful, whispering sweet words against my ear. When he finally entered me, it was slow, stretching me just enough to make me whimper, but never too much. Always aware of me. Always tender.
"Ahhng..." I gasped.
"You're so perfect," he groaned, holding my waist as he began to move.
Our bodies moved in sync, his lips on my neck, our hands gripping, touching, holding. It was overwhelming. Intimate. Like rediscovering something we both thought we lost.
"Kim..."
"Tae... don't stop."
He gradually picked up his pace, each thrust deeper, firmer, drawing cries from both of us. Our names spilled from our lips in broken moans. My body was shaking—alive in ways I couldn't explain. And even though memories were missing, I felt him. I remembered this.
I was getting close—so was he. He slowed just slightly, pressing his forehead to mine. But then—
Rrrring!
His phone vibrated on the nightstand.
"You're not answering that?" I asked, breathless.
"Not a chance," he muttered, turning it off without looking and diving back in.
He shifted positions, pulling one of my legs over his shoulder, kissing me deeply as he thrust from above. I could see his face now—watching me, wanting me, needing me.
"I want to see you when I'm inside you," he whispered. "I want to remember this—forever."
I held him tighter. There was a moment—just one brief second—when my mind flickered.
A memory. A feeling. Another life.
Two pasts.
But I couldn't focus on that now.
I came hard, moaning his name, trembling under him. He followed soon after, his release deep inside me, a groan tearing from his throat.
We collapsed into each other, sweaty, breathless, smiling.
"We should shower," he chuckled, kissing my temple.
"Only if you promise to join me," I said, already pulling him up with me.
And we did.
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