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She threw her head back as the first wave tore through her body. He continued his assault with his tongue, his lips, his fingers. He knew that she deserved everything, especially prolonged ecstasy, so he did not let up. He continued working his fingers in and out of her. He wanted to please her. He wanted her to be happy.

"I love you...I love you," he said over and over, his lips on her rigid button.

Her body was shaking, convulsing, and her moans turned to screams. He could feel her walls pulsing around his fingers. Her warm wetness coated his fingers and his face, but he did not let up. He lifted himself off his knees and positioned himself at her opening. In one smooth move, he entered her, filling her up completely, feeling her tightness clench him warmly. He moved in and out a few times, but he could feel that she was at her breaking point. He pushed in as far as he could and wrapped her in a tight hug. Her walls rhythmically clenched around his length, and he let out a breathy groan.

"I love you," he breathed in her ear. "I love you, Anna."

"I love you, too," she replied. She lifted a hand and placed it on his cheek.

Suddenly, he felt her nails dig into his flesh and rake downwards. He yelped in pain and tried to move away from her, but her legs held him tight inside her. Warmth dripped down his face followed by a vicious stinging.

He managed to pull himself away. "Annie?"

To his dismay, it was Norma's face that stared back at him. She smirked at him. "You're mine, my little treasure. You'll always be mine. Only mine. Now, hit me, my love. Hurt me."

He reared his hand back angrily and slapped her laughing face.

"Again! More!"

He reached out and grabbed her breast, squeezing it painfully, digging his fingers into the soft flesh.

"Punish me, my Seokjin. Hurt me."

He slapped her again and bent his head down, biting her breasts until she cried out. He moved back and watched with pleasure as the red marks of his teeth welled up on her white flesh. Her hand grabbed his hardened length and yanked painfully. With an angry roar, he slammed into her again and again. Both of them began yelling.

"Punish me!" she kept urging him.. "Punish me, Seokjin! Do it!" She pulled painfully on his hair.

With an angry roar, he clasped his hand around her neck and began to tighten. She bucked under him, but he didn't stop slamming into her. She pulled harder on his hair. Her nails kept raking at his face. Yes! Yes!

"Aaaahhh..." A scream lodged in his throat as his eyes flew open. He was alone in his darkened bedroom. He placed a hand over his racing heart before moving it to his cheek. There was no mark, no blood, but he could feel the burning heat emanating from his face.

Seokjin threw the covers off his sweating body and sat up, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. Another incredible dream that turned into a nightmare. He couldn't go on this way. He hadn't seen Anna in almost six months, but he hadn't stopped dreaming about her almost nightly. Her image haunted him even in the daylight hours. He thought he was going crazy.

At first, the dreams were of their childhood together—happy, innocent times that he missed so much. Later, the dreams began to get very sensual, very erotic. He'd wake up with such an unfulfilled desire that he was tempted to call up some girl—any girl—to slake his lust. But after doing that once or twice, his overwhelming disgust with himself kept him from doing it again. He had promised himself to break out of his terrible habits. He wanted to be worthy of Anna when and if they began talking again.

But his sexually-fueled desires became more potent. He felt his craving for her increase the more time passed. His mind was full of lustful, perverted images of her and what he wanted to do to her body. He had to remind himself that he loved her to keep those ideas at bay. She was not Norma King. Anna would never be a sexually-depraved partner like Norma. Anna deserved his respect and his consideration.

Yet, his mind kept casting his sweet Anna in his disgusting dreams where he violated her and caused her pain. Worst of all, he felt himself sexually aroused at the thought of doing those things to her, and he cursed Norma roundly for ruining him, for waking up this insatiable beastly darkness within him.

He groaned when he thought of Norma. She kept calling him, trying to entice him to meet her, to resume their ill-fated affair, but he had remained adamant. He would not allow himself to go down that path again. He needed to quit her depravity, to detox himself from her poison. It was the only way to earn the right to speak to Anna, to cast his eyes upon her. He loved her, and he had to retrain himself to honor her. He was so ashamed of taking advantage of her when she was upset about Namjoon's accident. That was such a low point for him. He had to do better. She deserved better.

He had to show her how real his love for her was. Without her, he was afraid he'd descend into angry darkness forever.