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Part : 3
Tittle : He couldn't hold back anymore...
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Quote : With every kiss they shared, he fell more in love with her...
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Her aunt exchanged a knowing glance with her husband, then turned to (y/n). "What do you think, dear? Would you like to go with Jungkook?"
(Y/n) stood slightly behind Jungkook, her small hand still gently entwined with his large fingers. Her gaze was fixed on the floor, her cheeks still faintly flushed.
Her uncle nodded slowly. "It's up to the two of you," he said, his eyes holding a hint of cautious observation. "If you both feel it's the right thing to do."
Jungkook turned his gaze to (y/n), his eyes, for a fleeting moment, seeming to burn with an inner intensity that made her breath catch. It was as if a silent question passed between them, and she found herself unable to look away from their captivating pull.
Almost against her will, she gave a small, involuntary nod. God, stop looking at me like that, he thought, his control fraying at the edges as his eyes landed on her lips. One more glance and I'll forget all about taking things slow, sweetheart. He had to physically break eye contact, turning away to regain his composure as he gently guided her towards his sleek, black car, still holding her hand.
He noticed her hurrying slightly to keep up with his longer strides. Without a word, he stopped, turning to face her, and then smoothly swept her up into his arms in a bridal carry. "Is this better for keeping pace, sweetheart?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble close to her ear.
The sudden intimacy sent another wave of crimson washing over her face. She buried her face in his chest, unable to meet his gaze. He carried her to the passenger side of the car, carefully opened the door, and gently settled her into the leather seat. As he leaned in to fasten her seatbelt, the close proximity made her breath hitch. She could feel the warmth of his breath on the sensitive skin of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
He knew the effect he was having. Slowly, he tilted her chin up with a gentle finger, his eyes meeting hers. A soft, knowing smile played on his lips. The space between their faces was a mere breath away.
He gazed intently into her eyes, a magnetic pull drawing him closer. Slowly, deliberately, he tilted his head, his gaze dropping to her soft lips. The air crackled with unspoken tension as he leaned in, the moment stretching, anticipation building. He was so close, just a hair's breadth away from finally tasting her.
He knew he should stop. This was too fast, too soon. But the desire, the raw, primal need, was a fire in his veins, burning away his resolve. With a low groan that rumbled in his chest, he closed the remaining distance, his lips crashing against hers.
Her eyes widened in surprise, her hands flying to his chest, a reflexive attempt to create space between them. But his arms snaked around her waist, pulling her inexorably closer, deepening the kiss. His lips moved over hers with a hungry intensity, a possessive claim that sent shivers through her.
His rough hand found hers, gently guiding it to his chest, pressing her palm against the frantic rhythm of his heart. It beat like a wild drum, a frantic counterpoint to the soft touch of her hand. Beneath the surface of his human guise, his fangs ached to emerge, his control barely holding as he savored the sweetness of her mouth, a taste that threatened to consume him entirely.
The kiss stole the air from her lungs, a dizzying sensation that made her head spin. He finally pulled back, the abrupt separation leaving them both breathless. He knew it had taken every ounce of his will to break the connection.
Their eyes remained locked, a silent storm of emotions passing between them. His hands still rested on her waist, while hers remained pressed against his rapidly beating chest, a fragile barrier. He licked his lips, the lingering sweetness of her taste a potent reminder of his near loss of control. He glanced away, a hint of raw vulnerability in his eyes. "I… I couldn't help myself," he admitted, his voice rough. "Being that close…"
(Y/n) bit her lip, her gaze dropping to her lap, her cheeks still burning with a deep blush. He reluctantly released his hold on her waist and stood, moving to close her car door before walking around to the driver's side.
His grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles white. The taste of her kiss still clung to his tongue, a dangerous temptation. In the passenger seat, he could see her in his peripheral vision, a constant blush illuminating her face. The silence in the car was thick with the aftermath of their unexpected intimacy.
The sleek car glided to a silent stop before an imposing structure that seemed to rise out of the night like a fairytale castle. Towers pierced the sky, and soft lights glowed in numerous windows, casting an ethereal warmth. (Y/n), lost in the whirlwind of her thoughts from the car ride, hadn't even registered their arrival.
Jungkook stepped out of the vehicle and moved with a quiet grace to her side. He opened her door, extending a large hand towards her, a gesture reminiscent of a prince in a storybook. Hesitantly, she placed her smaller hand in his. Instead of guiding her out, however, he gently scooped her up into his arms once more, lifting her until her face was level with his.
Her breath hitched. Her gaze locked onto his face, mesmerized. Those intense, reddish eyes seemed to glow whenever they looked at her, holding a strange mixture of heat and tenderness. His lips, the ones that had just stolen her breath, were curved in a soft smile each time she blushed. And the way he tilted his head, just slightly, as he was doing now, seemed to hold a silent question, a captivating intimacy that made her heart flutter.
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[Note - End of chapter 3 and I see, (y/n) is already sliping in love well huh?]
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