(Nameless Project) Chapter 4: Twice

They
had missed each other and now they were together, in that moment.
Both Jae-Sun and Zara did not believe in coincidences. Jae-Sun never
wanted any woman like how he wanted Zara. The night was still young
and he was going to have her; again. He was going to give her; all of
himself, something that he had done with no other woman before.

But
first, he was going to play with her. Like how a cat plays with its
prey before it kills it. The very thought of a naked, curvy Zara
twitching underneath him made him smile. And that smile caught Zara’s
eye.

        

“What
are
you
grinning
about?”
she
asked
boldly,
like
always.

“I’ll
show
you.”
He
dropped
his
parka,
unzipped
his
sweat
shirt,
tossed
it
aside
and
finally
pulled
the
t-shirt
over
his
head.

The
ground beneath Zara’s feet seemed to tremble. “Oh Jae-Sun!” she
murmured, thinking of all the bad things that they were about to do
in bed soon.

       

But
she was not going to make it easy for him. How much she had wanted
him the past one year, she can’t let him have it so easily, can she?

       

He
grabbed her by her arms and pushed her against the wall. Her breath
was rasping. Her desire was far too great to mind anything else. His
breath was hot and it seemed to set her skin on fire. Jae-Sun’s body
was taut, just how she remembered it; just how she liked it. Years of
Ninjitsu training can gift a man with a body like it.

         

Jae-Sun
pressed his lips on her left temple and let his face slide down, with
his teeth grazing down her cheek. He had missed her cheeks. They
reminded him of soft dumplings that his grandmother used to make when
he was a kid. It made him hungry; but it was the hunger of the sexual
kind. He bit her cheek. She screamed and laughed at the same time.
His erection was becoming more painful, and more obvious. It began to
throb.

             

He
locked her hands above her head, on the wall. He traced his tongue
down her neck and when he reached the point where her collar blades
joined, he grabbed that tender skin with his teeth and pulled. Zara
cursed. She called him a dog.

      

She
was his afrodisiac, his aphrodisiac. He skin faintly smelled of
cherry blossoms and it tasted even better when he ran his tongue
along the contours of her chin. She reminded him of home, more like a
home where he belonged, with Zara.  .. tbc

          

Note - This is just the first draft. I haven’t edited yet.