Lost in His Rhythm

Chapter 1: The Unspoken Heat

The room was thick with the scent of desire, the kind that clings to your skin and makes your pulse race before you even realize it. Savi lay sprawled on Yoongi’s bed, drowning in the oversized fabric of his black button-up shirt, the hem teasingly high on her thighs. Her dark hair fanned out across the pillow, a wild contrast to the sharp, predatory glint in her eyes as she watched him. Yoongi stood near the edge of the bed, shirtless, his lean, toned frame glistening with a faint sheen of sweat from their earlier teasing. His dark gaze locked on her, a smirk playing on his lips as he adjusted the waistband of his low-slung jeans.

'Damn, Savi, you look like a whole snack in my shirt,' he drawled, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down her spine. 'You tryna steal my style or just my sanity?'

Savi propped herself up on her elbows, her lips curling into a wicked grin. 'Maybe I’m just tryna steal something else, Min Yoongi. You gonna come over here and stop me, or just stand there looking like a thirsty idiot?'

His smirk widened as he took a slow step forward, his bare feet silent on the hardwood floor. 'Oh, I’m coming for you, baby. Don’t test me. I’ll have you begging before you can even say my name.'

'Big talk for a guy who’s still got his pants on,' she shot back, her tone dripping with challenge. She shifted slightly, letting the shirt ride up just enough to flash a glimpse of what lay beneath, her eyes daring him to make a move.

Yoongi’s breath hitched, but before he could close the distance, his phone buzzed obnoxiously on the nightstand. He cursed under his breath, shooting her an apologetic look. 'Hold that thought, firecracker. I gotta take this.'

Savi rolled her eyes, flopping back onto the bed with a dramatic sigh. 'Hurry up, superstar. I’m not getting any less horny over here.'

The call was quick, some producer babbling about a track, but Yoongi’s focus was already slipping. As he hung up, his eyes landed back on Savi—his bare girl, lying there in nothing but his shirt, looking like a perfect mix of cute and downright sinful. Her legs were slightly parted, the fabric barely covering her, and the way she bit her lip as she caught his stare was enough to snap something primal in him.

Without a word, he pounced, the bed dipping under his weight as he straddled her hips. His hands were on her in an instant, yanking the shirt open to expose her chest. His mouth descended, hot and hungry, sucking at the sensitive skin just above her collarbone, making her gasp.

'Yoongi, fuck—give a girl a warning!' she hissed, but her hands were already tangling in his hair, pulling him closer despite her words.

He chuckled against her skin, his tongue flicking over a particularly sensitive spot. 'Warning? Babe, you’ve been begging for this all night. Don’t play coy now.'

Savi arched into him, her breath hitching as his lips moved lower, teasing and nipping. 'Keep going, you bastard. Play with my breasts—squeeze them, make me feel it. I want you to wreck me in the worst and best ways.'

Her words lit a fire in him, and his hands obeyed, cupping and kneading with just enough roughness to make her cry out—a sharp, pained sound at first, her nails digging into his shoulders. 'Shit, that hurts,' she whimpered, but when he paused, her grip tightened. 'Don’t you dare stop. I can take it.'

Yoongi’s eyes darkened, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he watched her writhe beneath him. Slowly, the pain in her cries morphed into something else—raw, desperate pleasure. Her panting filled the room, her body sweating and trembling as she surrendered to the heat building between them. She was wet, dripping with need, and he could feel it even through the fabric still separating them.

'That’s my girl,' he murmured, his voice a low growl as he pulled back just enough to meet her gaze. 'You ready for more? ‘Cause I’m about to make you feel every damn inch of me.'

Savi’s eyes flashed with defiance and desire, her chest heaving. 'Bring it, Yoongi. I’m not scared of you.'

And with that, the air between them crackled, promising an explosion of raw, unbridled passion that neither of them could hold back any longer.