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Hana sat in Namjoon's lap, breathless and spent, the remnants of pleasure still dancing through her body. His fingers lingered inside her, teasing and gentle, while the world outside faded into a distant hum. Every gentle stroke sent shivers down her spine, drawing her closer to him. She felt overwhelmed with emotions—love, desire, vulnerability—but also an intoxicating thrill that came from being so completely at his mercy.

“Tell me what you want, Hana,” Namjoon urged softly, his voice a smooth caress against her ear. The warmth of his breath sent another shiver through her, and she could feel the steady thump of his heart beneath her palm. “How do you want me to make you feel?”

She bit her lip, a rush of heat flooding her cheeks as his fingers moved ever so slightly, coaxing another soft gasp from her lips. It was a delicious game they played, and she could feel the weight of his expectation resting on her shoulders. In this moment, she wanted to be bold, to show him just how much he meant to her and how deeply she craved his touch.

“I want you to show me,” she whispered, her voice thick with longing. “I want to feel every part of you, to know just how much you desire me.”

A wicked smile crept across Namjoon's face, his eyes sparkling with mischief and something darker that sent a thrill coursing through her. “You want me to show you how much I desire you?” He moved his fingers again, slowly this time, drawing out the sensation, as if savoring every moment. “What if I want to make you beg for it?”

Her breath hitched at his words, the thrill of his challenge igniting something deep within her. “I want to beg for you, Namjoon,” she replied, her voice more confident this time, laced with a hint of playful defiance. “I want to feel you—every inch of you—inside me.”

He let out a low growl of approval, his fingers picking up pace as he slipped deeper inside her. “That’s more like it,” he murmured, his eyes locked onto hers, filled with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. “You’re so beautiful when you’re all flustered and needy.”

She squirmed in his lap, the combination of his teasing fingers and the heat of his gaze sending her thoughts spiraling. “Namjoon,” she gasped, feeling the tension building again, “I need you… I need you to fill me.”

“Do you?” he asked, his tone teasing yet serious. “Then you have to tell me how much you want it. Use your words, Hana. I want to hear you say it.”

Taking a deep breath, she locked eyes with him, feeling the raw connection between them. “I want you to fill me up, Namjoon. I want to feel you deep inside me. I want to belong to you completely.”

The growl of satisfaction that rumbled in his chest was primal and intoxicating. “Good girl,” he said, his voice low and sultry, sending a wave of pleasure through her. “Now, let me show you just how much I want you.”

With that, he withdrew his fingers, eliciting a whimper of protest from her. She watched as he stood up, lifting her effortlessly as he carried her to their bedroom, his strong arms cradling her against him. Every step sent a thrill of excitement coursing through her, the anticipation building with each moment they spent together.

Once in the room, he gently laid her down on the soft sheets, the warm fabric enveloping her as he climbed on top of her. Namjoon hovered over her, his eyes dark with desire, and she could feel the heat radiating off his body as he leaned in closer.

“You’re so stunning,” he breathed, brushing a stray hair away from her face. “And I’m going to make you feel amazing.”

Before she could respond, he captured her lips with his, the kiss igniting a fire within her. It was deep and passionate, filled with the love and yearning they had both kept simmering beneath the surface. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve as if he were memorizing her shape.

“Tell me what you want, Hana,” he whispered between kisses, his lips trailing down her neck. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you inside me,” she gasped, her body arching toward him, craving his touch. “I want to feel you moving with me, losing ourselves in each other.”

Namjoon grinned at her eagerness, clearly enjoying the way she was responding to him. “You’re going to get everything you want, baby,” he said, his voice dripping with promise. He positioned himself between her legs, teasing her for a moment as he hovered just above her entrance.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his gaze locked onto hers, seeking her consent.

“Yes,” she breathed, her heart racing in anticipation. “I’m ready, Namjoon. I need you.”

With a firm grip on her hips, he slid inside her slowly, filling her completely. The sensation was blissful, stretching her and igniting every nerve ending. She let out a soft moan, closing her eyes as she savored the feeling of him deep within her.

“Damn, you feel incredible,” he murmured, his voice low and strained. He began to move, setting a slow but steady rhythm, each thrust drawing them deeper into the throes of passion.

“Just like that,” she gasped, feeling the pleasure build with every movement. Namjoon’s eyes were locked onto hers, the connection between them palpable and electric.

He leaned down, kissing her deeply as he continued to thrust into her, the heat between them growing more intense with every passing moment. “You’re perfect,” he whispered against her lips, his breath mingling with hers, filling the space between them with warmth.

Hana wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as she met each thrust with her own movements, desperate for more of him. The world outside ceased to exist as they lost themselves in each other, the intensity of their connection sending them spiraling higher and higher.

“Tell me how much you love it,” Namjoon urged, his voice a mix of desire and need. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I love it,” she gasped, her body trembling with pleasure. “I love you, Namjoon. I love feeling you inside me, making me yours.”

A feral growl escaped his lips as he increased the pace, driving deeper, faster. “That’s my girl,” he urged, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the room. “Let go for me, Hana. I want to see you fall apart.”

The heat coiling within her reached its breaking point as he thrust into her with a force that left her breathless. The pressure built and built, each thrust sending her closer to the edge. She could feel the waves of pleasure crashing over her, threatening to pull her under.

“Namjoon!” she cried out, her body arching off the bed as the waves of ecstasy hit her. She felt herself tighten around him, her body responding to him as she surrendered to the bliss.

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice rough with desire as he chased his own release. “That’s it, just let go.”

With one final thrust, he joined her, spilling himself deep inside her as the world around them blurred into nothingness. They held onto each other, the connection between them more profound than anything they had ever experienced before.

As the waves of pleasure receded, Hana felt warmth wash over her, her heart racing as she looked up at him. “I love you,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

Namjoon brushed a gentle kiss across her forehead, his heart swelling with affection. “I love you too, Hana. Always.”

They lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside fading away as they embraced the serenity of the moment, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united in their love.

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