The rain tapped a relentless rhythm against the window of Soonyeon’s cozy apartment, a fitting soundtrack to the storm brewing inside. The bedroom was a battlefield of longing—clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor, a tangled mess of desperation that mirrored the two weeks of agonizing distance between Jihoon and Soonyeon. The dim glow of a single bedside lamp cast shadows across the room, illuminating the sharp angles of Jihoon’s smirk as he straddled Soonyeon on the rumpled sheets.
“Two weeks, Soonyeon. Two. Whole. Weeks,” Jihoon purred, her voice dripping with mock accusation as she pinned the alpha’s wrists above his head. Her dark hair fell in a wild cascade over her shoulder, brushing against his chest as she leaned down, her eyes glinting with mischief. “And you show up looking like a scruffy lumberjack who forgot how to shave. What, did you miss me so much you couldn’t even groom yourself?”
Soonyeon’s lips curled into a dangerous grin, his stubble indeed rough and untamed, framing a jawline that could cut glass. His hazel eyes burned with a predatory hunger as he tested her grip on his wrists, muscles flexing beneath her hold. “Oh, sweetheart, I’ve been too busy fantasizing about wiping that smug little smirk off your face to bother with a razor,” he growled, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down Jihoon’s spine. “Keep teasing, omega. I’ll make you regret every word.”
Jihoon laughed, a sharp, taunting sound that danced through the air. “Big talk for a man who’s currently at my mercy.” She dipped her head, her lips brushing against the rough patch of stubble along his jaw, her breath hot against his skin. “This mess of yours is gonna leave marks, you know. Better make it worth my while, alpha.”
Her mouth moved with purpose, trailing hungry kisses down the column of his neck, each press of her lips a deliberate tease. She nipped at his collarbone, eliciting a low, rumbling growl from Soonyeon’s chest as her tongue flicked out to taste the salt of his skin. Her hands released his wrists, sliding down his arms to grip his shoulders, her nails digging in just enough to make him hiss.
“Damn it, Jihoon,” Soonyeon muttered, his voice thick with impatience as her kisses ventured lower, grazing the hard planes of his chest. “You’re playing a dangerous game, dragging this out. I’ve waited long enough.”
“Patience is a virtue, darling,” she shot back, her tone laced with wicked amusement as she glanced up at him through her lashes. Her fingers traced lazy circles over his skin, reveling in the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch. “Or did two weeks turn you into a desperate pup who can’t handle a little foreplay?”
That was the final straw. Soonyeon’s eyes darkened, a storm of desire and dominance swirling within them. With a swift, fluid motion, he flipped their positions, pinning Jihoon beneath him on the bed. The mattress creaked under their weight as he loomed over her, his broad frame caging her in. A devilish grin spread across his face as he leaned down, his breath hot against her ear.
“Call me desperate again, omega, and I’ll show you just how much control I’ve got left,” he whispered, his voice a dangerous promise that made her pulse race. His hands roamed her trembling body with deliberate slowness, fingers brushing over the curve of her hip, tracing the edge of her waistband with maddening precision. “Two weeks without you? I’m gonna take my sweet time reminding you who’s in charge.”
Jihoon’s breath hitched, but her smirk didn’t falter. She arched into his touch, her own hands sliding up his back, nails raking lightly over his skin. “Oh, please, Soonyeon. You think you’re scaring me with that alpha growl? I’ve had tougher challenges in my sleep.” Her voice was a challenge, sharp and taunting, daring him to push her further. “Prove it. Or are you all bark and no bite?”
His chuckle was dark, vibrating against her skin as his lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear. He kissed her there, slow and deliberate, his stubble scraping against her flesh in a way that made her gasp—a mix of pleasure and playful irritation. “This rough enough for you, princess?” he murmured, dragging his jaw along her neck, the friction igniting sparks across her skin. “Or you gonna keep whining about my stubble while I drive you crazy?”
“Keep that up, and I’ll make you shave with my bare hands,” Jihoon shot back, though her voice wavered with a breathless laugh as his hands continued their torturous exploration, slipping beneath the hem of her shirt to graze her stomach. Her body arched instinctively toward him, betraying her sharp words with raw need. “But fine… I’ll let it slide. For now. Just don’t stop.”
“Oh, I’m just getting started,” Soonyeon promised, his grin wicked as he pulled back to meet her gaze, his eyes alight with hunger and mischief. The rain outside continued its steady drum, a backdrop to the storm of tension and desire building between them, promising a night of unrelenting passion.
As his stubble brushed against her skin once more, Jihoon’s playful complaints mingled with soft gasps, setting the stage for the intensity yet to come. Two weeks had been far too long, and neither of them was willing to waste another second.
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