I need one more nightSome borrowed timeOh I need to hold you close

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Moon's Pov:

"Mine," he murmured again, kissing me deeply, claiming me all over again.

He pushed me gently, and my back pressed against the mattress.

I breathed between kisses, my back arching as his hard arousal rubbed against my core, which was definitely damp, so wet that it made my panties stick to me.

I wanted to clutch my thighs together, but he was in between. I moaned when I felt his hands moving up the sides of my breasts.

"Jungkook," I whispered, my voice trembling. His touch was slow, and deliberate, igniting something deep inside me.

Each caress sent a shiver through my body, my breath hitching with every movement.

His lips parted from mine, trailing a path of kisses down my neck. His breath was hot against my skin, teasing and tantalizing.

He lingered at the base of my neck, his lips and tongue creating a slow, sensuous dance. My head fell back, overwhelmed by sensation. I felt myself losing control, melting into his touch, drifting into a blissful haze.

His kisses continued, moving from my neck to my shoulder, then tracing along the curve of my collarbone.

With delicate precision, his lips found the swell of my breast, exposed slightly by the neckline of my dress. And the next second, he found my lips, capturing them in a savage kiss.

His hand wrapped around my throat, while the other held my waist firmly in place. His lips moved with rough intensity against mine, leaving me no choice but to yield. He devoured me, an ache of hunger and longing evident in every touch.

As much as he had missed me, I had missed him just as desperately. Every curve of his lips against mine mirrored my desire. surrendered to him completely.

As I struggled for breath, my palm tapped lightly on his shoulder, signaling the need for a pause. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss, though his grip on me stayed firm. His hand around my throat tightened barely.

"You trust me, my love?" he asked, his voice breathless.

I nod at him, feeling the increased pressure of his grip on my neck, urging me to give a verbal response.

"Yes," I managed to reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled softly and rested his head on my shoulder, his warm breath brushing against my skin. "My love..." he murmured, his voice filled with tenderness and possessiveness.

"Yes?" I responded, my heart racing with anticipation.

His hand relaxed its hold on my throat, fingers trailing lightly along my skin. "I've waited so long for this moment," he confessed, his breath warm against my ear.

"Fuck," he swore suddenly, starting to pull away. But I couldn't let him go. I reached out, my hands finding his neck, fingers curling tightly around the back of it, pulling him closer.

"Don't," I pleaded softly, my voice thick with need and desperation.

"My love," he whispered again, his eyes dazed with lust, his face filled with desire. His swollen lips seemed to invite me, begging to be kissed again. They were mine. He was mine. "We... um... we should stop, right?" he hesitated.

"No!" I said firmly, not recognizing my own voice. I was craving something, something unfamiliar and overwhelming. "Please, Jungkook," I breathed, my words a desperate plea.

He looked into my eyes. His gaze darkened with intensity as he captured my lips in a series of slow, deliberate kisses. "Never," he murmured between kisses. "ever*Pick* beg *pick* to me, my love. *Pick*"

Saying this, he placed his head in the crook of my neck, rubbing his face there gently before reaching my ear. "Get down from the bed and undress," he commanded, his voice filled with authority, leaving no room for discussion.

Jungkook's POV

She nervously bit her lip, but she bravely followed the command. I gently let go of her, and she took it as a sign to step down from the bed, standing just inches away from me. Her hand moves to the back of her dress, and she slowly lowers the zipper. It's torture to control my hardened dick in my pants. How the fuck can anyone stay in control if the most stunning woman in the world stood before you, prepared to give you everything without asking for anything in return.

Her dress falls to the ground, revealing her bra-clad chest. My eyes devour the sight, my desire for her burning hotter than ever. She stands there in just a thin white panty, barely hiding her pussy from my view. The darkness of my obsession consumes me. I want her so bad it hurts.

"FUCK, my Love," I groan, my voice thick with lust. "You're so damn beautiful."

She stands there, vulnerable and perfect, her eyes locked on mine. Seeing her ready to give herself to me without hesitation drives me wild. I reach out, my hand trembling with need.

"Do you want to kill me?" I growl, my voice low and rough. "Because your beauty is doing just that, my love."

Moon's eyes widen at my words, but she doesn't back away. Instead, she steps closer, closing the distance between us. I gently move her hand away from her chest, pulling her into a passionate kiss. Her body melts against mine, and I know there's no turning back.

"Get on the bed," I command firmly. "And don't you dare hide from me."

Moon hesitates for a moment but then obeys, moving to the bed. She lies down, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. I follow her, my eyes fixed on her every move.

"You're mine," I declare possessively. "And tonight, I'll show you just how much." Tonight, she will discover the depths of my obsession.

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