Lost in His Rhythm

Chapter 1: The Unspoken Heat

The room was thick with the scent of desire, the kind that clung to the air and made every breath feel heavier. Savi lay sprawled on Yoongi’s bed, wearing nothing but his oversized black shirt, the fabric slipping off one shoulder, teasing a glimpse of her smooth skin underneath. Her dark hair fanned out across the pillow, and her eyes—sharp, daring—locked onto Yoongi as he stood by the edge of the bed, shirtless, his lean, tattooed frame glistening with a faint sheen of sweat from their earlier teasing.

“Damn, Savi, you look like a whole-ass meal in my shirt,” Yoongi drawled, his voice low and rough, a smirk tugging at his lips as he raked his gaze over her. “You tryna kill me or just torture me slow?”

Savi propped herself up on her elbows, her lips curling into a wicked grin. “Torture, obviously. I like watching you squirm, Min Yoongi. What’s the matter? Can’t handle a little tease?”

He chuckled, dark and dangerous, stepping closer until his knees hit the mattress. “Oh, I can handle it. Question is, can you handle me when I stop playing nice?”

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t back down, her eyes glinting with challenge. “Try me, babe. I’m not the one who’s gonna break.”

Yoongi’s smirk widened as he leaned down, his hands sliding up her bare thighs, pushing the shirt higher. “Big words for someone who’s already trembling under my touch.”

Just as his fingers brushed the edge of her heat, his phone buzzed on the nightstand, shattering the tension. He groaned, rolling his eyes as he straightened up to grab it. “Fuckin’ terrible timing,” he muttered, glancing at the screen before answering with a curt, “Yeah, what?”

Savi watched him, her chest rising and falling with impatience, her body still buzzing from where his hands had been. She bit her lip, trying to play it cool, but the sight of him—shirtless, jeans slung low on his hips, his voice all gravelly as he snapped at whoever was on the line—made her ache in ways she wouldn’t admit out loud. Not yet.

He hung up with a huff, tossing the phone aside, and turned back to her. His eyes darkened as they landed on her, lying there in his shirt, looking both adorable and sinfully tempting. “Where were we?” he growled, and before she could sass him back, he pounced, pinning her beneath him with a predatory grin.

“Yoongi!” she gasped, half-laughing, half-shocked as his lips crashed into her neck, trailing hot, hungry kisses down to her chest. He tugged the shirt open, exposing her bare skin, and didn’t waste a second before sucking at her sensitive flesh, his tongue flicking over her with ruthless intent.

“Fuck, Yoongi, you don’t play fair,” she hissed, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling just hard enough to make him groan against her skin.

“Fair?” he mumbled, lifting his head just enough to flash her a devilish smirk, his lips glistening. “Babe, I’m playing to win. Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t want me to play with these perfect tits of yours, squeeze ‘em until you’re begging for more.”

Savi’s breath caught, her back arching as his hands cupped her roughly, kneading her with just the right amount of pressure to make her squirm. “Goddamn it, Yoongi, I want it,” she admitted, her voice sharp but laced with need. “Play with me. Make me feel the worst, the best—fuck, just don’t stop.”

His eyes gleamed with triumph as he lowered his mouth again, sucking harder, drawing a sharp cry from her lips. Pain mingled with pleasure, a delicious sting that made her eyes water, but she didn’t push him away. No, she pulled him closer, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Hurts so good,” she whispered, her voice breaking as the sensations built, her body trembling beneath him.

Yoongi pulled back, panting, his gaze locked on hers as he murmured, “That’s my girl. Let me take you higher.”

The promise in his words hung heavy between them, and Savi knew she was in for a ride she wouldn’t forget. Her body was already aching, wet and dripping with anticipation, and as Yoongi’s hands slid lower, she braced herself for the explosive heat that was about to consume them both.