"Say it again. Please?"

Jimin's radiant smile had not left his face. His eyes were tiny crescent moons. Those eyes I loved so much—combined with his wide, beaming grin—had my heart fluttering with joy. The look on Jimin's face made this horrendous day bright and happy.

"I love you, Park Jimin."

Like he'd done all the other times I had told him those three little words, my boyfriend's body wriggled with glee. It was as if every cell in his body was celebrating and the amount of happiness he felt could not be contained.

Of course, it hadn't been all hearts and rainbows since everyone left the palace. I understood that Jennie had started everything that I saw. My heart and brain disagreed on what had happened; each tried to win over the other, kind of like the angel and devil sitting on my shoulders. Looking at the situation logically, I knew that Jimin was as much of a victim as I was. Maybe even more so, since if I hadn't walked in, who knew what Jennie might have done to him. Yet, that didn't stop my heart from aching. Seeing the man I love in a compromising position reminded me of how I felt when I heard about Nate and Jennifer's infidelity.

Mrs Park had organised for our dinners to be brought up to my room since Jimin and I had spent all afternoon together there. Neither of us had wanted to be in his room on account of what had transpired on his bed. I wouldn't be surprised if Jimin never slept in that room again. I know if I were in his shoes, there would be no way in hell that I'd feel safe in the room where I was almost raped.

He and I both knew that we needed to work through the hurt, heartbreak and trauma of the day together. As we stretched out on the bed facing each other, Jimin and I were vulnerable and open with one another. Without telling him the whole story (because mentally reliving it once today was enough), I divulged enough about my past and the trauma that being cheated on had brought me. Jimin voiced what was going through his heart and mind. I gave him my complete attention and I had to try to fend off the tears that threatened to fall. My heart broke when he told me how scared he'd been when he thought he'd lost me. What had brought us both to tears was when he confessed how violated he felt upon realising that it was not me in his bed.

As we laid together and talked, we both pulled down the walls that were built to protect our hearts. Tears of pain morphed into those of happiness. I wouldn't have been surprised if the walls were shaking from the vibrations of our thumping hearts. For the first time in hours, mine was beating hard due to Jimin's kisses and not fear. I had no idea exactly how much time had passed since we started talking but judging how I could see the moon high in the sky as I looked out the window, it must have been many hours.

"I love you, Sweetheart," Jimin whispered against my lips as he moved to hover over me. "You have my heart, my love, my happiness, and soon my baby will be hopefully growing in your belly. Will you let me show you how much I love you? Will you let me breed you?"

I pulled Jimin down until he was laid out on top of me as I pushed away the annoying inner voice—the one that taunted me about how wrong his comment was. Instead of listening, I focussed on kissing my boyfriend as if his lips could grant me my greatest wish.

"Jiminie, no more of this 'breeding' talk," I said when we came up for air. "It makes me feel like an animal at a stud farm waiting to be artificially inseminated." I could see questions forming behind those brown eyes I loved. "That's a conversation for another time. The first time you're intimate with someone you love, it should be filled with passion, with desire. But most of all, it should be spent making love, not as a requirement for procreation."

Using a light touch, I pushed Jimin's chest until he came to rest on his knees and then I did the same. Kneeling before him, I slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. I could not take my eyes off his beautiful chocolate brown ones; the love I saw in them was so immense I wanted to cry happy tears. Layer by layer, we both slowly stripped each other out of our clothes. Soft, passionate kisses were shared along the way, which sometimes made the job of undressing difficult.

Jimin's hands explored my breasts as his lips tangled with mine. The sexiest groan I'd ever heard rumbled from his chest as I palmed his hard length. I felt myself throb at the thought of sucking him. Right now, though, I needed him to fill something other than my mouth. Plus, I wanted to take my time giving him his first blowjob. I wanted that to be an experience he remembered for life, not as a hurried form of foreplay.

I moved to lay on my back and watched my blonde man crawling towards me. My mouth watered seeing his long and thick erection bobbing with each movement he made. Jimin looked like the sexiest and most powerful alpha beast coming to claim his mate.

As he reached me, my knees draped apart, providing his body the room to be where I wanted him. But it seemed Jimin had other ideas than settling his body on top of mine. He rained kisses along my body, starting at my feet and working his way up. Each press of his plump lips was making me hotter... and wetter. A whimper escaped as he bypassed the one area I wanted him; I was so turned on and we hadn't even gotten to the good part yet.

"Patience, My Love," he cooed against my stomach. For once in my life, when Jimin's lips were on me, I didn't feel self-conscious about my pudgy body. "We've got all night and I plan on using each *kiss* and every *kiss* minute to show you exactly what you mean to me." For someone who'd only had sex 20 times—and solely to impregnate a woman—Jimin had the confidence and attentiveness of a romantic Casanova who had thousands of satisfied conquests under his belt.

After covering every inch of skin on my generous hips and stomach with kisses, Jimin's mouth latched onto one of my nipples. Endless breathy moans were his reward as he licked, nibbled, suckled, tweaked, teased and fondled each of my breasts. His mouth moved with expert precision. I was sure my skin was covered in his marks, and I loved the thought of the blonde claiming me as his own.

"Oh, fuck. So good," I moaned. My breasts had never been very sensitive. But, right now, I felt pleasure zipping through my nerves to my throbbing pussy. "Kiss me, please."

I sighed in happiness as Jimin brushed his lips against mine. Even though the kiss was soft, it was so sweet and filled with all our love for each other. My tongue brushed against his lower lip. As he gasped when I stroked his hard cock, I took the opportunity to slip my tongue inside.

Jimin began breathing heavier as I pumped my hand. The slight twist at the end of each stroke had his hips rutting for more. "Feels good but I need—Oh fuck... I need to be inside," he groaned. I loved how I made my man pant with need; his noises sounded so sexy that I felt juices slip down my thighs.

A whimpered 'please' conveyed to him that I needed that too. Jimin nudged my legs wider with his knees. Both of us moaned as his dick slid through my drenched lips. "You're so wet," he mused breathily as he nudged my entrance.

I was panting and whimpering with need at every inch of Jimin's hard cock that he slowly slid inside me. "Because of you," I groaned when he bottomed out. "It's all for you, Bubba. I love you so much but if you don't fucking move, I'm going to scream."

"The only screaming you'll be doing is screaming my name," he said, as he pulled out and thrust back inside.

The pace Jimin set was slow and deliberate. It felt like he was easing himself into it, but soon each pump of his hips had the full force of his body behind it. Our mouths found each other's in a sloppy yet incredibly passionate kiss.

A particularly well-placed graze of Jimin's dick along my G-spot had me keening his name aloud. I reached down and linked my fingers with his. Both of us were looking deep into the other's eyes as we manifested the love we had for one another. Jimin's pistoning hips sped up slightly; the man was driving me wild with pleasure. I was so close already, which surprised me. I had never cum only from penetrative sex before; I'd always needed some stimulation to my clit, but not with Jimin.

"So close," I moaned. "Don't stop. Oh fuck, please don't stop."

Jimin gazed down at me, a look of pure love in his eyes. I found him so fucking breathtakingly beautiful—especially when he bit his lip as I clenched around him.

"You're so pretty, My Love. My beautiful little girlfriend."

His praise was what did it for me as my high crashed over me and flowed through every nerve. I could feel my orgasm in the tips of my fingers and right down to my toes. I swear it felt like even my hair was singing in pleasure. Jimin's name slipped from my lips in uncontrollable cries.

Jimin murmured my name sexily as he found his release. The adorable little sigh he let out as he stilled his hips was so cute, as was the one he let out when he collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed soft kisses to the skin I could reach. This was what I'd missed—the intimate afterglow that came from sex with someone you loved.

"I wanna do that again," he said with a cheeky grin. "I love you, Baby."

I kissed Jimin's puffy lips that were swollen from our kisses. "I love you so much, Jiminie. More than you'll ever know."