SERIES: An Impure Reunion
CHAPTER: An Impure Reunion Chapter 13
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13.
“Come in.”
Taejun pulled Jian straight into the room.
The moment the door closed behind Jian, her back was against it.
Then his lips, carrying a sharp scent, began to ravage hers.
Between the alcohol invading her mouth and Taejun’s breath, Jian felt like she would lose her mind.
Barely holding onto her senses, Jian grabbed Taejun’s arm as if it were a lifeline.
The kisses he gave were always this desperate.
He didn’t even give her a moment to breathe, as if trying to press even closer when there was already no space between them.
Whenever he kissed her like this, Jian would fall deeper and deeper for Taejun.
It seemed the same was true now.
The heart she had already cut off was trying to reconnect.
No, perhaps it had been connected all along.
Taejun briefly pulled his lips away.
Her cheeks were flushed red, as if enduring his kiss for so long had been overwhelming.
“Your cheek is red. Is this where I hit you?”
Taejun caressed the cheek he had struck earlier, then placed a light kiss on it.
“Why do you have to drive me crazy, Jian?”
A smile on his lips, Taejun stroked both of Jian’s cheeks and said.
“The red looks just like candy.”
“……”
“Makes me want to pop it in my mouth and suck on it right now.”
As if to put his words into action, he held her cheek between his lips for a long time.
After kissing her cheek for a while, he moved to the bridge of her nose and spoke.
“Heo Jian.”
At his lilting voice calling her name, Jian’s lower abdomen tightened in an instant.
His tantalizing voice seemed to make her mind go hazy.
“Jian.”
This time, his voice was right next to her ear.
“Jian, Jian.”
Her name, called not once but several times, his soft voice burrowed straight into her ear.
The more he repeated her name, the more her stomach began to churn.
Jian was always weak to this voice.
She had fallen for it completely five years ago, and even seven years ago before that.
So she had no confidence she wouldn’t fall for it completely now, either.
Jian looked up at him with a slightly resentful expression.
Whether it was because of the alcohol from the kiss just now, or because she was intoxicated by Taejun himself, Jian’s mind grew hazy.
Her mind was in such a state that she couldn’t tell if her heart was pounding from excitement over Taejun or from fear of him.
“Jian.”
Taejun, who had astutely read her expression, pressed his body even closer.
“What do you think I’m going to demand?”
His desire, pressing subtly against her, made it clear what he would demand without him having to say a word.
Jian, barely clinging to her fraying reason, grabbed the collar of Taejun’s shirt.
“Let’s sort things out first.”
“……”
“Please?”
As if to calm his heated state, Jian’s hands desperately clung to his collar.
Taejun’s gaze shifted to where Jian’s hand was.
It was the same spot Seol-ah’s hand had touched this morning.
Feeling Jian’s touch after Seol-ah’s, Taejun felt an even greater weight.
It was truly a ridiculous state of affairs.
“I guess mother and daughter really are alike.”
But Taejun didn’t even blink at Jian’s efforts.
Taejun grabbed Jian’s wrist, which was clutching his collar, and brought it to his chest.
“Jian, that’s not it.”
The exact place he put her hand was on the buttons of his shirt.
“The order starts with me, right?”
Then, placing her other hand on his shirt as well, he urged her on with a subtle gesture.
It was a silent pressure, telling her the answer was already decided, and she just had to do her part.
With a trembling hand, Jian finally found his button.
As he felt the buttons come undone one by one at her hand, Taejun’s lips touched the nape of Jian’s neck.
He unerringly found the marks he had left just a few hours before and pressed his lips against them.
Jian bit her lower lip, holding back the sounds that threatened to escape as she undid all the buttons on his shirt.
Taejun glanced at his exposed chest, then gave Jian a light kiss on the cheek.
“Good girl, Heo Jian.”
That wasn’t the end of it.
This was only the beginning.
This time, Taejun pulled Jian’s hand to his bare skin, making her caress it.
She felt his well-defined muscles through her fingers.
“Heo Jian, this is the body you love.”
“……”
“It was only five years ago that you were crying beneath me, saying how much you loved it.”
“Hhup!”
His other hand skillfully slipped under Jian’s clothes.
“Have you already forgotten?”
“W-Wait…!”
“But I still know you so well.”
And the hand roaming over her body moved with practiced ease.
At his touch, Jian bit her lip, holding back, again and again, the things that threatened to spill out.
The more she did, the more persistent his touch became.
“Hm? Jian.”
“Hh, M-Mr. Taejun…!”
His hand invaded a deeper part of her body.
“Or did that bastard touch you better?”
His relentless fingertips felt like they would push her over a line she couldn’t handle.
Finally reaching Jian’s sensitive spot, he gently, slowly, tormented her.
“Tell me. How did that bastard touch you?”
“Ngh, sob!”
“If that’s what Heo Jian likes, then I should do it that way too, shouldn’t I?”
“M-Mr. Taejun…!”
“It’s no use calling my name so desperately.”
Burning. She was burning with impatience.
With his every touch, her mind sank deeper into the abyss.
Nothing had changed from seven years ago, when she had been completely swayed by him.
Her lips moved at his touch, and with his every gesture, her mind drifted further away.
In the end, once again, Jian let go of everything and trembled finely.
“Still the same. So sensitive.”
Taejun, who had been whispering in Jian’s ear, swiftly lifted her into his arms and walked further into the room.
When Jian came back from the afterglow, she was faced with Taejun’s naked body.
Once again, he took Jian’s hand and made it linger on various parts of his body.
“Jian.”
His touch was persistent, as if trying to engrave her onto every part of his body.
Finally, when he brought her hand to his center, she could see the glint in Taejun’s eyes even in the darkness.
The sensation digging into her skin made her feel like she would lose her mind.
She closed her eyes, wondering if it would be better if she at least looked away, but the image only became clearer.
How long did she remain in his grasp, feeling that texture?
Now boasting even greater majesty, he plunged into her.
“Hh, M-Mr. Taejun…!”
“Shhh, it’s okay.”
Every vertebra in her back screamed as she took him in.
Taejun traced each of her vertebrae, one by one, trying to calm her agitation.
Even amidst the pain, the places he touched burned hot, as if a heat rash were blooming.
With sparks going off in her head, Jian couldn’t keep her senses straight.
A smile appeared on Taejun’s lips as he watched the changes in Jian’s expression.
“Heo Jian, damn it.”
He began to increase the speed of his thrusts.
The more their bodies slammed together, the rougher their breathing became.
* * *
When Jian came to her senses, she was surrounded by deep darkness.
When she had first come here, she could still feel the faint sunlight, but it seemed even that was gone now.
“……”
Besides the darkness, the first thing she saw right before her eyes was Taejun’s broad chest.
His arm was tucked behind her head.
She seemed to be nestled in his arms as naturally as a puzzle piece finding its perfect fit.
And she also realized that they were both lying there naked.
From his chest, the sound of his heartbeat was especially loud.
Thump, thump. It was a sound as precise as the second hand of a clock.
It was completely different from her own, which acted as if it were broken, her emotions churning and her heart racing whenever she stood before him.
Jian gently placed a hand over her own heart.
As expected, it was beating out of sync.
Th-thump, thump, th-thump, thump.
This difference seemed to highlight the gap between this man and herself.
Unlike her, who would forget what to say and do and act like a fool whenever she saw him,
Taejun skillfully controlled her.
‘What kind of feelings does he have?’
What must he be feeling to be so calm?
The thought that it wasn’t affection, at least, made Jian’s heart ache.
What is with this man?
Why is he so desperate to push me into a corner?
She hated him for being so eager to corner her, then she liked him, then she hated him again,
but in the end, it always concluded with her liking him.
Ever since she first developed feelings for him at twenty, Jian had been stuck in the same place.
‘How foolish.’
Five years had passed since she left him; she thought her feelings would have changed by now,
but there was no change.
Jian took her hand away from her still off-beat heart and slowly brought it to his face.
Once over his finely closed eyelids,
once over the bridge of his nose, so sharp it looked like it could cut,
She traced a long line down and placed her finger on his lips.
‘They’re warm.’
She had thought they would be cold, since they only ever spat out cold words, but contrary to her expectations, his lips held the warmth of a living person.
She recalled the countless cold words that had spilled from his mouth just today.
They were all words that had wounded Jian,
but just knowing that his lips held such warmth made the pain melt away.
Jian’s hand roamed over Taejun’s lips several times.
It was as if she were trying to possess his warmth completely, to erase not only the wounds from today but also from all the things he had said in the past.
Her finger traced from one corner of his mouth to the other several times, when suddenly, his still lips moved.
“You trembled so much when I told you to touch me.”
“……”
“But now that my eyes are closed, you touch me so freely.”
Author: Donggeurami (Son Yoon-seo)
Published by: Toonplus
E-mail: [email protected]
ISBN: 9791157738274
© Donggeurami (Son Yoon-seo), 2022
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