A/N: A little mature content ahead. Read at your own risk.
Fahami's POV:
I didn't know how long we stared into each other's eyes. Damn! Even his eyes can make me feel butterflies in my stomach.
Taesung licked his lips, still keeping his gaze on me. He then dipped his head and kissed me on my mouth. The kiss wasn't a gentle one, not a bit. It was a hungry, passionate and domineering kiss.
He turned me over and, cupping my buttocks in his large hands, he hoisted me up. My body seemed to know what to do when it came to him. My legs wrapped around his waist, my hands wrapped around his torso.
I didn't know when he brought us in our room until he was lowering us on the bed.
His kiss became wilder and possessive. His hungry kisses muffled my moaning. Nothing about this time was gentle. His actions clearly declared how much he missed me. My cries echoed in the room as his mouth travelled from lips to my neck. I was pretty aware that he was just wearing a towel.