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When he met her, life was just life; no more, no less. Then, as if a ray of sunshine running towards him, his heart started beating for the first time in his whole existence. She was everything he desired, everything he couldn’t have, and everything he should have to live a fulfilling life. At that time, he hadn’t expected anything, but then again, life ran crazy.
He met her again when they were older. Her pretty hair, her gorgeous smile, her sweet dimple, her soft eyes, everything was perfect as she was. But he acted as if he didn’t remember her because his pride was too strong. His damned pride was making it so she cried the way she was crying in that very same moment in front of her.
His sin?
He loved how she looked when she cried.
Red eyes, tears staining red cheeks, trembling hands, hair being a mess. Then, he couldn’t hold himself. It was not his fault. He was just a human, he was just a man.
He kissed her.
He kissed her so hard his hand found way to her waist to keep her up. Her poor legs couldn’t get her up by themselves. He was only helping her. His hands wandered around, his heart beating so fast and skipping over and over again when she let out small, sweet noises.
Was he to blame for his actions? Yes. Yet, his mind was telling him to keep on going. And he did.
“You can push me away, Sol-ah.” He murmured against her lips, letting her take a break after a moment of such big emotions, great actions, so much dopamine. “Push me away and I’ll stop.” They were so close, her lips almost caresing against his once again.
“Sun Jae-ah.” Her voice was breathy, filling him up with pleasure and he dived once again into her. Hands running carefully, one on her hair and the other on her waist, caressing slowly her skin to a point where he had to stay back. Her eyes were dazy, so shiny and bright, so lovely and pure.
“Sol-ah, push me now and I’ll leave.” It was as if hoping she would back down, that she would stop him from going beyond what he had imagine a thousand times in his mind, in his dreams. The many times he had woken up bothered, hot, longing for her touch, her skin, her lips and oh those lips. He had only tasted once, but they were so… her and all of her was real, was perfect, was peachy, was everything. “If you don’t push me, I won’t be able to control myself” and right then and there, he died and came back to life.
He pushed her against one of the walls of his house, the papers of the script fell from her hands and reached up for his neck. She had initiated the kiss, she also wanted him as much as he did her, he could take her because she wanted to be taken.
“Sun Jae-ah!” Her voice sounded so cute while whispering his name as if it was a mantra, as if he could grant her a desperate wish, and he so wanted to give her the world on a platter. But what could he do? She was his world and he wanted her for himself once and twice and over and over again.
“Yeah, Sol?” Deep voice, making her body tremble under his touch. He smiled slyly, his leg going in between hers and taking her chin in-between his fingers, making her look up to him. “You’ve wanted this too, right? You’ve also wanted me the same way I want you, right?” He saw how she was biting her lower lip so he pressed his finger on it.
“Don’t silence yourself, Sol.” He murmured, moving his lips away from her lips to her ear, kissing away as he advanced down to her neck, butterfly touches, kisses coming down on her skin. “Let me hear your voice, your darling sighs, please…” As if begging, his voice came out and his hand went up to her hair and pulled it back a little so she could see his eyes, see his desire and let herself be swallowed whole.
“Sunjae-ah!” Was it surprise? Was it desire? It didn’t matter anymore. His hands took her face and he dived in, playing with her, touching her, her coat falling to the ground, small fingers holding onto his shirt. What a blessing. 15 years too long, too hard, too dry for a thirsty man like him. He drank her, savoured her, played with her lips and tongue, one hand on her hip went under her clothes and it was heaven when his fingertips touched her skin. “Your hands are warm.” She whispered, breathing out softly against his lips.
“Because I've been aching, Sol.” He took her waist under her clothes, flushing their bodies together. “I've been hungry for you for so many years that I can't control myself because I want to take you, Sol.” *His laughed a little, placing a peck in her lips. “May I eat you?”
Somehow, to his surprise, she smiled.
“Eat me, Sunday Jae-ah.” And he did.
“Such a cutie, my Sol.” He grabbed her and carried her, placing with his hands her legs around his waist. “So good for me, right?” He felt her hiding her face on his neck, but it didn't stop him from cooing her.
“A darling girl, my dear Sol.” He got to his bedroom, the bed for a man like him was too big compared to her. When he laid her down, she was the cutest most soft candy he had ever seen. He was going crazy over her.
He slowly took off his coat, then his dark blue button up shirt. Her eyes scanned him, cheeks and ears burning up; he laughed softly. “Am I that good looking? Do you like what you see?” His ego was growing, his hunger screaming hard and loud as she nodded.
“I've always thought you were beautiful.” Sol had said to him. His heart leaped, ran and exploded, falling over her, careful not to hurt her, but enough to devour her.
“Then touch me, Sol. I was, am and will always be yours.” And night went away filled with whispers of love.