Their lips clashed, found each other, devoured each other, tears and saliva mixed, their hands desperately searching for every inch of skin, every forbidden place, every fragment of body that could still be touched, loved, marked.
Sion carried her to the bed where the wedding dress still lay, bright symbol of the future she had just thrown away for him.
He laid her down on it.
Gently.
With a slowness that felt almost sacred.
As if this dress was no longer a promise of union… but an offering.
He hovered over her for a few seconds.
Breath short, eyes blazing, hair tousled.
Like he wanted to etch every detail of this moment into his memory.
Like he knew there was no turning back after this.
— Tell me to stop, he murmured.
Now.
Because after this… I swear I'll never be able to let you go again.
Nari wiped her tears away with the back of her hand and locked her gaze to his.
— I want you to never let me go again.
Sion straightened slowly.
His fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt.
He undid them one by one.
One by one.
So slowly Nari felt like she could hear every tremor in the air.
The fabric slipped from his shoulders, revealing his tense, scarred torso — the memories of a life too hard, too heavy for one man to carry.
She lifted her hand and brushed one of the scars.
He shivered.
A long, deep shiver that rippled through his whole body.
— Nari…
She pushed herself up a little, her lips finding the mark.
She kissed it.
Then another.
And another.
As if she were piecing him back together, one broken part at a time.
Then Sion knelt between her legs.
His hands slid along her thighs, moving up slowly, slowly, with a kind of absolute devotion he'd never given to anyone before.
Every touch was a prayer.
Every gesture was a forgiveness.
Every kiss was a silent confession of a love he had never learned how to say.
His forehead rested against her stomach.
He closed his eyes.
Breathed.
As if it was the only thing keeping him alive.
— I love you, he whispered, barely audible.
I love you like a madman.
She slid her fingers through his hair, gently lifting him up.
Their lips met again in a slow, deep, incandescent kiss.
Then he pushed her back onto the white dress.
His body pressed against hers.
His breath mingled with her own.
And their world collapsed.
In silence.
In tears.
In love.
In total surrender.
Their lips met in a desperate collision, the kiss growing feverish, hungrier, their bodies searching for each other as if they had been made to fit and the entire world had tried to keep them apart.
Sion sat up just enough to remove the rest of his clothes, his movements trembling with emotion, his fingers unable to stay steady from how afraid he was.
Afraid of losing her.
Afraid of breaking her.
She placed her palm on his chest to calm him.
The single touch sent a shiver down his entire spine.
She traced the lines of his muscles, the scars, the heat of his skin, each caress a silent word she couldn't speak out loud.
— Sion…, she murmured, her voice shaking, almost inaudible.
— Don't say my name like that…, he answered, voice broken, his lips resting just above her heart.
— I'm going to lose my mind.
He slid his hands along her hips, touched her as if she were made of glass, then fire, then light—every gesture slower, more precise, more devoted.
He kissed the hollow of her stomach, her ribs, the inside of her thighs, her skin burning under his lips.
Nari drew in a deep breath, her back arching under the slow devotion of his attention.
She placed her hand on his cheek, gently lifting him.
He rose.
Slowly.
Centimeter by centimeter.
Until he reached her mouth again.
This time, he entered her with a slowness that was almost painful, a slowness that made both of them close their eyes, a shared moan slipping into the air, their breaths entwined in a sigh that vibrated like a tight string ready to snap.
He looked at her.
There.
From so close.
His dark eyes trembled, full of tears he couldn't control.
— Nari…, he breathed.
— You… you're destroying me…
She placed both hands on his face, forcing him to look at her.
— Then destroy me with you.
Those words were enough.
They triggered something inside him.
Something dark, tender, burning, devastating.
Sion began to move.
Slowly at first.
Very slowly.
Every movement deep, precise, controlled, as if he wanted to imprint his entire existence inside her, as if every second was a promise he had never known how to make except with his body.
Their moans blended, their breaths lost in each other, their fingers intertwined, their gazes locked and unbroken.
It was a dance.
A confession.
A goodbye.
A vow.
A rebirth.
A free fall.
Nari clung to his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, as if she wanted to anchor him inside her, stop him from ever disappearing again.
— Sion…
Her voice cracked as a wave of pleasure tore through her, rising up her stomach and into her throat.
— Look at me, he murmured, breathless.
— Please… look at me…
She looked at him.
And her world exploded.
Her body arched, her muscles tightened around him, her head fell back, a muffled cry slipping past her trembling lips.
He followed a second later, his forehead pressed to hers, his breath broken, his fingers digging into her hips, a rough moan escaping his throat.
They stayed there, pressed together, shaking, their hearts beating like two hunted animals.
He rested his head against her neck, his warm breath brushing her skin.
— Nari…, he whispered, in a breath barely human.
— Don't marry him.
She closed her eyes.
A tear fell.
And despite everything…
She held him even tighter.
They stayed like that for a long time, breathless, their bodies still tangled, their tears falling onto each other's skin.
And in that burning silence, a certainty was born—
Lucid.
Brutal.
Irreversible.
They had crossed a line that no return could ever erase.