CROSS-CHECKED (VSOO)

9

Taehyung

The moment our lips met again, I felt a jolt—like electricity surging through my veins. Her lips were soft and hesitant, but I could tell she was curious, maybe even craving more. I couldn't resist any longer. I leaned in, deepening the kiss, my hands finding her waist, pulling her closer. Her hands tangled in my hair, and I could feel her breath hitching, her body leaning into mine.God, she was even more intoxicating up close. The way her skin felt under my fingertips, the flush on her cheeks—she was alive, electric. I wanted to taste her, to explore every inch of her with my lips and tongue. I pressed my body against hers, feeling the curves, the heat radiating from her.

My lips moved to her jawline, then down to her neck, leaving a trail of light kisses, tasting her skin. Her breath hitched again, and she shivered, her fingers clutching my shirt. I could tell she was trying to hold back, but I wanted more—more of her, more of this fire that was igniting inside me.

Without thinking, I cupped her face, tilting her chin up so I could kiss her again, this time more fiercely. My lips pressed against hers, hungry and demanding. Her lips parted slightly, granting me access, and I took it gladly, my tongue grazing her lower lip, seeking entry. She responded instinctively, her tongue meeting mine in a slow, heated dance.

I could feel her hands moving to my chest, exploring, pulling me even closer. I wanted to taste her—her neck, her collarbone, her shoulders. My hands slid down to her waist, gripping her hips and guiding her against me. The softness of her body against my hardness made me ache, a primal need rising.

She was intoxicating—her scent, her touch, her lips. I wanted to lose myself in her, to forget everything except this moment. My lips trailed down her throat again, biting gently, feeling her gasp. Her hands pressed into my chest, as if grounding herself, but her body betrayed her—she was trembling, caught between hesitation and desire.

I pressed my forehead against hers for a moment, breathing her in, trying to steady myself. "You're so beautiful," I whispered, voice husky. "And you make me lose control."Her eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and daring. "You're not the only one," she whispered back, her voice trembling but confident.

I tilted her chin up again, capturing her lips once more, this time more possessively. My hands moved to her hips, pulling her even closer, feeling the heat of her skin beneath my fingertips. I wanted to explore every inch, to make her ours, right here, right now.

Slowly, I let my hands slide under her shirt, feeling the smooth skin of her waist. Her breath hitched, and I could tell she was fighting herself—trying to hold back. But I wasn't going to hold back anymore. I wanted her to feel everything, to surrender to this moment.

My lips trailed down to her collarbone, teasing, tasting, while my hands roamed over her sides. I pressed my body against hers, feeling her respond, her chest rising and falling faster. I wanted to make her forget about everything else—about the world outside this room.

This was just us, caught in a fire that refused to burn out. And I was going to make sure she remembered this night—remember how she let go, how she surrendered to the heat, to the craving that had been building for so long.

We broke apart just enough to catch our breath, our foreheads pressed together, bodies still trembling from the intensity. Her eyes were dark, breath shallow, and I could see the flicker of desire burning behind her gaze. For a moment, neither of us spoke—just caught in the storm we'd unleashed.

Then she reached out, her fingers curling around my wrist, guiding me gently but insistently. Without a word, she turned and led me down the narrow hallway, her hand firm in mine. The soft glow from her bedside lamp cast shadows over her face, highlighting the flush on her cheeks, the slight tremor in her lips.

When we reached her door, she paused, then pushed it open. The room was dimly lit—just enough to see the outline of her bed, the scattered clothes, the subtle scent of her perfume lingering in the air. She didn't hesitate. Her hand found my chest, pushing me back just slightly as she looked up at me with a daring smile that sent a thrill straight through my core.

"Come," she whispered, voice husky and inviting.

I followed her inside, the door shutting softly behind us. She turned to face me, her eyes shining with a mixture of challenge and hunger. Without waiting, she closed the distance, her hands sliding around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss again—deep, possessive, full of promise.Her lips pressed against mine with fervor, her body pressing into me as her fingers tangled in my hair. I responded instinctively, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer. The heat between us was electric, an undeniable force that refused to be contained.

My lips moved down her jaw, to her neck, leaving a trail of soft bites and kisses, tasting her skin. She shivered under my touch, her breathing growing heavier. My hands slid beneath her shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin, mapping every curve, every shiver.

She broke the kiss long enough to look at me, eyes dark with desire. "Taehyung," she whispered, voice trembling just slightly, "I want you."

That was all I needed. I steadied myself, then lifted her into my arms, carrying her effortlessly to the bed. She giggled softly, her fingers trailing down my chest as I laid her down gently, my lips never leaving her skin.

I hovered over her, my body pressed against hers, feeling her every breath, every heartbeat. I wanted to make her feel everything—every touch, every kiss, the way she made me feel alive. I pressed my lips to her collarbone again, tasting her, feeling her hands clutch at my shoulders.Slowly, I trailed my lips down her chest, my hands exploring her sides, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. Her chest rose and fell faster, and I could tell she was fighting herself—trying to hold back, but craving more just as much as I was.

"Tell me what you want," I murmured, my voice rough with desire.

She looked up at me, eyes shimmering with anticipation. "I want you," she whispered, voice trembling. "All of you."

A grin curled on my lips as I leaned in, capturing her lips again—more fiercely this time, a hunger that had been building for so long. My hands roamed over her body, pulling her closer, exploring every inch with a hunger that couldn't be tamed.

This night was ours—just us, lost in the heat and the promise of what was to come. And I was going to make sure she remembered every moment of it.