Patterns

Returned

Rumi

Rumi hadn't kissed a lot of people. But judging only from how Jinu had kissed her earlier that night, she could tell—this was different.

It didn't feel like kissing. It felt like being claimed. Like being eaten alive.

And when his hand moved to her jaw, thumb pressing against her chin, opening her mouth for him—his tongue moved like he knew the way to hers better than she did.

The heat of him, the taste, the way his lips curved like he'd been starving for this... it swallowed her whole.

So good.

Her fingers found the back of his neck, pulling him closer, even though there was nowhere closer to go.

Except one.

Both of his hands— god, those hands—were back on her thighs, branding them, holding her open, keeping her there.

But not moving.

Not taking more.

Just keeping her on him like it was where she belonged.

She'd felt it—the shift in him after what she'd told him.

It feels so good.

The way his mouth was devouring her.

The way his fingers dug into her skin.

The way he'd stretched impossibly larger against sensitive walls.

The feeling of him inside of her was heavy, unrelenting. Like she was being carved for him.

And there was even more to take.

The thought was a pulse between her legs, an ache that made her try to press further down on him, now, please—

But he pulled back, just enough to part from her mouth.

"You okay?" His voice was low, tight, like he'd had to drag the words out from somewhere deep. "Are you sure?"

Her breath hitched as she nodded, fingers curling in his hair.

She held his gaze, made sure he saw the truth in hers. "Please. I want you closer."

The sound he made—low, guttural—went straight through her. His forehead dropped to her shoulder, his whole frame shuddering against her like she'd just knocked the air out of him.

His hands flexed on her thighs, the grip almost desperate, and she knew—he was so close to losing that careful control.

The groan vibrated against her skin, low and unsteady, before he lifted his head again. His mouth found hers in the same breath, rougher now—still careful, but with a heat that burned through every nerve.

"You tell me to stop if it hurts," he said against her lips, his hold shifting higher, spreading her legs just that little bit more.

She nodded. Quickly. Shaking.

"Okay?" he asked, voice firmer, eyes locked to hers.

He needed clarity, always did with her. Fuck he was so good to her.

Her answer was breathless, a whisper and a plea all at once. "Please, please—"

She was cut off by him guiding her hips again.

The change was immediate.

He kissed her as he stretched further—stealing the gasp that escaped her when he eased her forward and down, his hips tilting up to meet hers in a slow, deliberate drag that had her clenching around him.