aahh.

A gentle moan that barely vibrates between them but it's enough to tilt his world off its axis. It's intoxicating watching the pure ecstasy explode on her gorgeous face, he should close his eyes and relish this moment when they are finally in sync but he cannot look away. Her threat is still fresh in his mind, but he cannot resist watching her, seeing what kissing him does to her. Kissing her has utterly wrecked him beyond repair and if the slack pleasure on her face is a sign then his effect on her isn't too far off.

"Wai-" he tries to calm the storm brewing between them but she ignores his interruption, tightening her hold on him as she brazenly pushes her wet tongue further into his mouth. They've never kissed quite like this before. Never with such clear intent.

He can feel the energy of others close by and he knows that he should be more adamant lest they get caught in this compromising position but another one of her dizzying moans effortlessly knocks the thought from his hazy mind.

She kisses just as she does everything else, with unwavering boldness and once again he cannot deny her anything. Ever since she stumbled into his life and proposed upon meeting him, he's been impervious to her whims. Only one other had such ultimate power over him and look how that had ended.

He should stop. To love is to hurt. And he cannot afford to place his trust in another. He should not. Only a fool would.

Yet.

He yields to her pressure, allowing her to push him backwards until he feels the table digging into his thighs. No other would be so bold as to push him and live to see another day.

But death is the last thing on his mind with her sweet mouth devouring his own and her warm hands clutching on his robes.

He allows himself one last moment. After this last kiss, this last swipe of her tongue and one last moan he will calm this torrent that he aided in creating.

Then his body feels lighter, as if a weight has been lifted. He sighs at the loss of pressure until he feels her bare finger against his skin.

He blinks his eyes open in stupefied wonder, shocked that despite his pause she continues to kiss him passionately tugging at robe and nibbling sharply at his swollen bottom lip as if demanding that he responds to her call.

It's difficult but he's able to pry her off with a firm hand on her hip, looking between his now exposed collar and her pouting face. She had removed his outer robe and did not look ashamed or remorseful at being caught.

"What are you doing? Your sister is outside." He hisses scandalized, fighting the urge to cover himself like a maiden.

"So? You are the one who started this. Don't cover yourself now like a virgin maid!" She hisses in return but he doesn't miss how her eyes follow him, watching him with barely hidden desire.

"I.... you're right. I apologize for-"

"I do not want an apology. I wish to continue." She cuts him off, stepping closer until merely inches separate them once more.

"Surely you don't mean to....for us to...-here?!"

In lieu of responding to his startled inquiry she stares at him before walking around him slowly with no hesitation and he watches gaping as she hops up onto the table with her small legs dangling.

"You are too tall, now it will be easier to kiss you." Then he blinks nonplussed as she reaches out to him, grabbing at the air as if enticing a wild cat.

It's ridiculous.

All the more so because he listens, walking between the space provided by her legs then slowly bending as if in a trance as she cups his neck with delicate hands and lowers his face to meet her own.

Her mouth is soft and pliable as he drinks his fill, eager to touch her and feel her melt under his fingertips.

It feels like an eternity passes, as he grips her tightly scared to let go now that she's back where she truly belongs, twisting and turning to kiss her from all angles as she reciprocates with equal fervor.

I'm sorry.

I never should have let you go.

I missed you.

Stay by my side.

The words spin like a tornado in his head but he can't bring himself to utter them out loud. He's the most powerful man on earth but still a coward where it counts.

She breaks away with a huff of air and he's terrified that her divine powers have returned, that she had read his mind and seen his deepest darkest secrets. That she knows that he's starting to lo.....

"Touch me."

And with those words she stops his ability to think about anything but the debilitating words that have let her sinful mouth. She devil.

And as if her command could be misunderstood she brazenly grabs his limp hand and places it on her most sacred area.

"Have you lost your mind?"

If she has, he's not far behind now.

"You are my husband, if not you then who else can touch me in this manner?"

And that has him seeing red, the urge to viciously murder any who would dare to even dream of such a thing making his blood surge.

"No one. I would slice their hand off with my blade."

And he almost apologizes for the his harsh words, she's a lady after all but he stills at the passion that pulses in those deep pools of black.

"You are quite possessive for someone who does not desire to touch me himself." She states foolishly and he answers her obvious provocation, grabbing her legs without preamble before roughly pulling her until their bodies are flush with no space left between them.

And he knows exactly when she feels the proof of his interest.

"Do you wish for me to lose all control? Here? Do you want me to slice your bothersome clothes open and do what I please with your body? Pry your legs apart and bury my face between them until you are screaming and begging for me to stop? To plunge into you over and over until I'm certain that the witness you claimed to be there is finally created and no one can question that you are my wife?"

His brushes his thumb across her open mouth, dipping the tip in for only a moment. Teasing them both.

"Can you handle it?" He quirks an eyebrow in challenge certain that his words will be enough to deter her.

A fool's mistake.

His wife is not one to be deterred.

She eagerly sucks at the appendage in her mouth, curling pink lips around him before releasing him with a light pop.

"Did you intend for those words to frighten me? Have you forgotten that I have pined for you, far longer than you for me? I want you to make me scream. I have never lain with any other but whenever you are near, and touch me like this- I cannot stop the way my body yearns for you. You cannot scare me. I want to do it all with you."

Those damning words are nothing like the gentle breeze she blew his way earlier, they are now similar to waves from a hurricane blasting at his control.

And he tightens his hand desperately trying to hold on but carelessly forgetting where she had placed said hand and her answering moan is devastating, he watches enraptured as she squirms at his accidental indecent caress and he jolts at the slickness he feels even through her countless layers.

"You're so..."

He's unable to finish his statement as she lays back and widens her legs shamelessly grinding on his palm and starts moaning loud enough to wake the dead, and he awakens too no longer the shell of a man that she met.

He cannot resist her invitation and he rubs a large thumb against her hidden flower, tempted to taste the sweet nectar that is flooding his senses.

But this is enough. This much should be enough.

He steps closer getting an unfiltered view of her face, her mouth loose and trembling and her eyes almost glowing with their brightness.

"Again." She demands with a breathy gasp and he eagerly obeys, stroking her harder as she undulates underneath him her breasts softly bouncing as she jerks on the table.

"You can touch them too. If you'd like."

Damn her. For years he had easily ignored this human emotion and now it was taking every ounce of his control not to flip her over and take her as she screamed his name.

"Bu-yeon!"

His response is too slow and he watches as she blinks up at him with a burning red face before she kicks his hand away from her body and shoves herself into a standing position beside him, a now innocuous smile on her face.

"What?" He says still stuck in a stupor, blood not yet returning to the right head.

And he jumps as she slaps him on the arm.

"Stop looking so guilty! They'll know what we were doing. Just smile and I'll handle everything."

And that has him moving into action finally.

"No. Last time I asked you to handle a delicate situation you screamed about a bee and ran off like a mad woman. I'll just sneak away before anyone sees me."

Her glare and protruding lip are far less scary than she intends, she actually resembles an angry rabbit but he doesn't voice that particular thought instead turning to take his leave.

With his back turned he says calmly, "I know I did not send you back to Jinyowon. You went there of your own violation to save our friend but you are my wife and I need you by my side. I will bring you back as long as that is where you want to be."

He's still a coward. Still too afraid to say all that lays buried in his once deteriorating heart.

"I've never wanted anything else. But is that truly what you want? Are you certain you will not send me away once more, if you are not sure then leave me be."

It hurts to hear but he knows that her words are necessary.

And with a deep breath he turns to her, unsurprised to find her already staring at him.

Stupid brave beautiful girl.

"I am certain. I will never let you go again, not without a fight."

And she nods, giving him a smile so pure he feels that the sun itself is shining down on him.

"Then come get me. I will be waiting, dear husband."

And with those parting words she's gone.

And he knows what he must do.