Waking up next to Taehyung's warm body, feeling him snuggle into me, felt like a slice of heaven. His naked skin pressed against mine was a soothing comfort rather than a hot and sweaty mess, creating a cocoon of intimacy that I never wanted to leave. It didn't even bother me that we were both still naked after our two rounds of sex last night.

As I lay in my boyfriend's arms, part of me wondered whether I was being unfair in not agreeing to move in with him. Over the past couple of months, our conversations had often turned into little arguments about my reluctance to leave my apartment in Harlem for his place in Soho. It wasn't only about me being fiercely independent; it was about the incredible deal I had on my rent here. For just $1,600 a month, I had a spacious, stylish studio that felt like a luxurious escape—a rare find in the city. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough space for both of us to live here; we'd be living on top of each other like in a shoebox.

When I moved to New York in 2010, I was 19 and trying to escape the heartache of losing my Grandpa Red. The year before, my maternal grandfather, Alfred "Red" Sullivan, had been bravely battling pancreatic cancer. If he had been living in Australia, the medical bills would have been minimal or non-existent. But since he was born and raised in Boston, the costs skyrocketed, leaving Mom—his only child—and me to split the burden. I should have known better than to trust her to share the load, though. This was the woman who had moved halfway across the world while pregnant to secure child support payments. I was stupid to believe she would willingly take on her share of the financial strain.

I'd moved to the Big Apple to put some much-needed distance between myself and my mother. I used to love my mother. Although, as I grew up, I could never forgive or forget what she had put me through. She was (and still is) a selfish tight-ass who's money-hungry. Her actions had left too many scars that ran too deep to ignore.

When I came here, I had big dreams of being in either Manhattan or Brooklyn. I mean, who watched either Friends or Sex and the City and dreamed of living where those successful, beautiful women lived? But reality hit hard that what was on the screen wasn't what the city was like in real life. My first apartment in Brooklyn was a shoebox-sized space with a resident rat that could've doubled as a small dog. It smelled, there were drunk guys who either barfed or pissed on the sidewalk, and it was noisy.

Yet, despite it all, I loved it.

I bounced around various jobs before finally landing a position at Copacabana. It turned out to be a stroke of luck; not only did I find my footing there, but I also met my two closest friends. And as much as it stung when my mother disowned me for stripping at the club, it ultimately felt like a blessing in disguise. It freed me to embrace my true self without her judgement hanging over me.

"You're thinking too hard, Peach," Taehyung groaned from behind me. I had always adored his voice, but the gravelly huskiness that came out first thing in the morning was downright irresistible.

I gently pried his arm off me so I could roll over and face my handsome boyfriend. "My mother popped into my head," I admitted, choosing honesty over deflection. "I haven't thought of her in, I don't know... years?"

Taehyung's expression softened, his brow furrowing with concern. "I know I don't know much about your relationship with her, but what I do know is that it's her loss for not having you in her life."

"Thanks, Sweetcheeks. I appreciate that," I replied with a sigh. "And I love you for not pressuring me to talk about my family." I had always been open and honest with Taehyung... except when it came to my family. He knew I was working to pay off my grandfather's debts and that my mother had left me with the entire burden. But the strength to share the truth about my father and the hell I endured after his death just hadn't come.

"I love you, too," he whispered, leaning in closer. He pressed his lips against mine, the kiss starting soft and slow, but quickly igniting into something more passionate.

Taehyung rolled me onto my back, and as he hovered over my prone body, I ran my hands along his toned chest. I was never a girl who liked overly muscular men. Taehyung had the perfect mix of hard, toned muscles and a soft layer of pudginess that his abs hid.

"How do you want me to make you cum, my sweet and delicious Peach?" he mumbled against my lips as his fingers started their exploration of my folds.

Out of the two men I had slept with in my life, Taehyung wasn't as endowed as my first boyfriend. He was a little below average in length... but his girth, enthusiasm, rhythm, and technique made our sex life much more explosive. I wished I could change two things about our sex life: he hated to go down on me, and he finished quickly. My ex-boyfriend from high school showed me how good oral could be. Taehyung, though, loathed eating a woman out—so much so that he had never tried with me. That said, though, he was incredible with his fingers. Since he had a propensity to find his release early, he always made sure I came at least twice around his fingers.

While I thought about how I wanted him to fuck me, I reached down and started to stroke his length, making sure to do the thing that drove him wild. Using my thumb, as well as my index and middle fingers, I started to fondle and manipulate the flesh of his foreskin. Being uncut meant that he was much more sensitive, and I loved hearing the moans, whimpers and groans he let out when he was receiving pleasure.

"I want it like this," I answered, seduction and lust dripping from every word. "I want to be able to suck and bite your neck as you fuck me, so everyone knows you're mine."

Taehyung dropped his head into the crook of my neck and groaned out a long, "Fuck." Being marked with bites and hickeys was one of his handful of kinks. "I don't suppose you'll let me tie you up first, Cupcake?"

And there was another one.

When I first laid eyes on Taehyung Kim, I would have never guessed the types of things that drove him wild in bed. At work, he always seemed so nice... so vanilla to me. Since my first ex was on the more experimental side, I liked a man who had kinks—it made fucking much more fun.

"Maybe just my arms?" I counter-proposed. "My legs are feeling a bit tight from last night. And besides, I have to train the new girl today."

Taehyung nodded, planting a quick kiss on my lips in appreciation. I couldn't help but smile and giggle as he sprang off the bed and dashed to my wardrobe, retrieving the silk bowties he kept there for work whenever he stayed over. My laughter faded in an instant when I caught his gaze—his eyes were filled with a hungry intensity that sent a thrill down my spine.

"You were such a tease last night as Lola," he growled, prowling back to the bed with a smirk. "Now, I think it's my turn to take my time and tease you."

Excitement thrummed through my veins. I loved the bittersweet torture of my boyfriend teasing me. He would work me up to where it just started feeling good before he changed things up. Sometimes he used his hands and fingers... at others, his cock.

What would he do today?

Tae moved with practised efficiency, his hands deftly wrapping the tie around my wrists and securing them above my head like a skilled sailor lashing cargo to a mast. With a few precise tugs, he made sure the bonds were snug. He threaded the ends of the tie through the wooden slats of my bedhead. The smirk he gave me as his eyes raked the entire length of my naked body was one full of lust, desire, but most of all, love.

When Taehyung moved to hover over me, he wasted no time in joining our lips together in a searing kiss. He had the softest lips that tasted faintly of my grapefruit overnight lip mask. As our lips and tongues massaged against each other's, I could not stop my hips from bucking, seeking some stimulation. The groan that slipped from his lips as he felt my wetness coating his length drove me wild with need.

"As much as I would love to take my time with you, we don't have that luxury." My lover growled, lubricating himself with my slick arousal as he rubbed against my core. "So, hold on, Peach. This is gonna be a fast ride on the D-train."

With that, Taehyung completely impaled himself within me in one smooth motion. He began thrusting; each movement had both power and speed behind it. I was a moaning mess, and because of the restraints, all I could do was take what he was giving me.

Tae looked incredible in the throes of passion. Sweat coated his skin, the morning sun making it glisten. His eyes were dark with desire. They would flit between looking at my face, watching my tits bounce with each thrust, and to where our bodies joined together. I loved how the muscles in his toned chest rippled—from exertion and the deep pants he took. Taehyung was exceptionally handsome in every way, yet he was sex on legs with how delicious he looked like this. Sometimes, I still found it hard to believe that I was the lucky one who got to witness this side of him.

My climax was building. I could tell my boyfriend was close, his grunts growing louder and more frequent. We'd learned that Tae would last longer if we used a condom that contained benzocaine to prolong sexual activity. However, we both preferred feeling the other without the latex covering. And since I was a stickler for always taking the pill at the same time each day, we were safe from pregnancy.

My boyfriend paused to kneel and manoeuvre my legs to rest on his thighs. With the change of position, each stroke grazed my G-spot. He knew my body like he had a personalised road map that highlighted all my sensitive areas.

He began slamming into me with everything he had. His thrusts were faster, hit harder and demanded that my body give him what he wanted. I began trying to tell him how good it felt when he fucked me like this. What came out though was gibberish. Tae loved hearing me mumble incoherently; he said it was proof of what a good job he was doing.

With a scream of his name, my orgasm bubbled up and exploded throughout my body. Taehyung moaned as I clamped down on him, but never stopped moving as he found his release with me. After he helped me ride out my high, he slowed down and lowered himself onto my body. I loved feeling his weight on me while I came down; I felt so connected with him. So loved and cherished.

As my breath finally evened out, I took advantage of having his delicious light caramel skin so close to me. I nibbled on his earlobe, relishing in the light moans he let out. I could feel his cock pulsing, coming back to life inside me. I kissed his neck, alternating between soft, open-mouthed ones and the kind that brought my 'inner vampire' out as I sucked and marked his skin. It was so sexy for me to see a mark or two peeking over his collar when he was at work. Taehyung wore my marks with pride, loving how others could see that he was already spoken for.

"Fuck, you always feel so good. Let's go again, Sweetness," he groaned as I clenched down on his cock. "Think you can cum with me again? You gonna give me what I want?"

I moaned out an indecipherable reply as he initiated round two. With his body a little less sensitive from cumming before, he went harder and faster. It felt like he was trying to fuse me to the mattress with how hard he was pounding into me. My high skyrocketed when his fingers rubbed perfect circles around my clit, but didn't touch it.

"Shit, I love when you flutter like that," he whined, pressing his head into my chest. "You feel like heaven on earth. Shatter, Peach, so you can take me with you."

Tae added his index finger into the mix and pinched my clit, the mix of pleasure and pain sending me onto a screaming orgasm. I was faintly aware of the roar that came from my boyfriend as he released deep inside me. His fingers remained on my clit albeit easing off the pressure slightly. His thrusts were more like gentle pushes now, but they helped in drawing out our highs for as long as possible.

When he pulled out and dropped onto the bed beside me, Tae undid the restraints and pulled me into his arms. He held me tight against his chest, knowing that I loved to cuddle after sex. His heart was thumping as fast as mine, the pace of two horses cantering through a meadow.

"I love how you can't talk properly when you're all fucked out like that," he said with a salacious grin. "It's so fucking sexy. Kinda like you get dick crazed."

"It's 'cause you give it to me good," I teased, intertwining my fingers with his and bringing our joined hands to my lips. I pressed a soft kiss onto his palm, savouring the warmth. "I love you so much, Taehyung Kim. You've brought so much light and love into my once-dark life."

"I love you too, Chloe. More than you'll ever know."