Jungkook’s gaze devoured her—the smooth expanse of her stomach, the full swell of her breasts tipped with dusky pink nipples, the triangle of her pussy below. His hands hovered, trembling, above the curve of her waist. "You’re... perfect," he breathed, voice thick with awe. "Like... like marble. But warm." His thumb brushed the soft skin below her navel, feather-light. Tae arched into the touch, a soft sigh escaping her.

With surprising care, Jungkook gripped her hips and lifted her, settling her gently onto the tangled sheets. He moved over her, knees bracketing her thighs, his damp forehead pressed to hers. "Can I?" he whispered, eyes dark pools of need.