Once Love Begins - Chapter 21. Part 4 (R-19)

Chapter 21. Part 4

I said proudly, handing him the glass. He laughed and clinked his glass against mine with a playful smile.

“You can drink as much as you want in front of me,” he said with a gentle smile.

“Oh, here we go with the nagging. Don’t worry about me,”

I teased, feeling the ease of the moment. The alcohol went down easily, matching the fresh, carefree atmosphere. I was glad Hana had taught me well. As the empty bottles piled up – one, then two – I felt my body relax, my face loosen into a smile.

He kept feeding me bites of food, and I playfully insisted that he drink another glass.

Now that I thought about it, the only time I’d ever seen him drunk was on our honeymoon. Maybe that’s why I was trying to get him to drink more now. Why? I wasn’t sure. Maybe I just wanted to see that side of him again.

Or maybe… I was already a bit drunk myself.

He smiled at me, taking the glass I handed him and downing it without hesitation.

“Why are you in such a good mood?” he asked.

“No reason. I just feel… happy.”

“…”

“I’m happy about everything,” I continued.

“Are you drunk?” he asked, his tone soft but teasing.

“Nope,”

I replied, shaking my head, though even I wasn’t entirely convinced.

I shook my head vigorously to push back the strands of hair that had fallen to the front of my head. I could feel his intense eyes on me, lingering, but I pretended not to notice. When I met his eyes, I felt like I’d be completely drawn in, unable to escape.

“Shall we go?” he asked softly.

I nodded and stood up, stumbling a little. He quickly wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me steady. Together we stepped outside, the cool air sobering me a bit. I looked up at the now darkened sky, then turned to look at him.

Amid the pitch-black night, he was the only thing glowing—his presence alone was blinding, in the best way.

We decided to walk to the place we’d be staying, taking in the smell of the night ocean and the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. Holding hands, I leaned my head against his shoulder, the breeze occasionally tossing my hair, which he gently tucked behind my ear.

The way his fingers traced the back of my hand sent a tickling sensation through me, making my body tingle from my toes upward. The atmosphere between us felt more charged, and I swallowed nervously, unsure of what was to come.

“We’re here,” he said.

Already? I thought, surprised at how quickly the walk had passed.

Time always seemed to fly when I was with him. As we let go of each other’s hands, a strange sense of longing filled me.

We rode the elevator in silence, the warmth from the alcohol making my face feel flushed. It was so hot that I wanted to fan myself, but I couldn’t even muster the energy to move a single finger. The confined space seemed to be filled with his scent, surrounding me.

“We’re here,” he said softly.

We walked down the hallway lined with red carpet. When we reached the door, he used the key to unlock it but didn’t step inside. He held the door open for me instead. I looked up at him, wondering why he wasn’t following.

“Go ahead,” he urged.

I wanted to ask if he wasn’t coming in too, but the words caught in my throat.

“Get some rest,” he added, his voice tinged with the same longing I felt. There was an unspoken tension between us, and it was clear that we both felt the same reluctance to part.

“Call me when you wake up,” he said softly. 

“And you?” I asked, hesitant. 

“I’ll be downstairs,” he replied, reassuring me not to worry. I bit my lip. 

Reluctantly, I stepped inside the room, but before I could stop myself, I turned around. 

“…Would you like to have some coffee before you go?” 

His eyes darkened, the atmosphere shifting. 

“Or… maybe just some cold water?”

I added, nervously rubbing the back of my neck as his gaze followed the motion. 

I looked at him steadily, meeting his intense stare. 

“…Maybe I will,” he said, stepping inside, closing the distance between us. But as I instinctively took a step back, he paused.

“…Never mind.”

His eyes trembled slightly. 

“Tonight… I don’t think it’s a good idea.” 

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.

“If we’re alone… I don’t think I can control myself,” he said, his voice calm but his gaze intense, filled with something deeper. Loosening a button on his shirt as if to relieve the tension, he forced a smile. 

“I’ll go,” he said, reaching out to pat my head gently, telling me to sleep well. I watched him silently, my heart racing. 

As he turned to leave, I couldn’t stop myself. I rushed forward, grabbing his sleeve. The moment my hand caught his arm, he spun around, pulling me toward him. His kiss was fierce, like a wild animal. 

He bit down on my lower lip hard before sliding his tongue into my mouth, claiming me completely. Behind us, the door clicked shut. His lips sucked on mine, desperate and hungry, as my hands trailed up to his neck, feeling the smooth skin beneath my fingers. 

He hesitated for a moment, then pulled back slightly. 

“Should we go to the bedroom?” he whispered, his breath hot against my lips.

His forehead pressed against mine, and the heat of his breath poured over my face. 

When I nodded, he slid his arms under my knees and lifted me effortlessly. I clung to his neck, burying my face in his skin. Unable to resist, I ran my tongue along his neck, making him stop three times before we even reached the room. 

He gently laid me down on the crisp white sheets of the bed, his fingers brushing the spot on his neck where I had just licked. I could hear the deep, throaty sound in his throat like a beast barely holding itself back. I swallowed hard, my heart racing with the intensity of the moment.

“Haa… I want to take it slow, but I don’t know if I can. It’s been so long,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. 

His hands slipped under my clothes, shaking slightly. The weight of the moment pressed against my chest. How could someone who seemed so powerful, who usually had the world at his feet, have his hands trembling like this? The care with which he touched me made my heart race even faster. 

A soft sound escaped my lips, surprising even me.

“Mm… Ah.”

His voice was laced with a hint of uncertainty.

“I’ll be as gentle as I can. If I act like an animal… stop me, even if you have to hit me.”

It was clear he was nervous about losing control.

“What if you don’t stop even if I hit you?” I teased softly, trying to ease his tension.

His fingers grazed the fabric of my bra, teasing without touching, making my body ache with anticipation. My hips lifted instinctively, seeking more contact. When I reached up to touch his face, he pressed his cheek into my palm. The warmth and softness of his skin made me smile.

“It’s okay. Do what you want,”

I whispered, my voice calm but filled with desire.

“…”

“I want it too,”

I added, feeling the weight of the moment.

He pulled my bra up, his fingers pinching my n*pple, before his mouth followed, gently biting and s*cking. My hand found its way to his ear, gently caressing it. His breath was heavy, and I could tell how much he was holding back.

“Are you sure you’re not drunk?”

I asked, teasing again, though his low voice revealed just how much he was caught up in the moment.

“Why?” he murmured, his voice thick with excitement.

“Afraid you won’t remember,”

I whispered, watching his dark eyes flicker with emotion.

He paused, looking intense as he spoke.

“There’s no way I’d forget,” he replied, his lips brushing mine, teasingly slow as his tongue softly traced my lips.

I let out a soft moan and responded by gripping him tighter. I could feel his hard p*nis pressing against my thighs. Instead of pulling away, I moved my leg and rubbed lightly against him, feeling the heat grow between us.

“Haa… I can’t hold back when I’m with you,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin as he kissed and n*pped at my neck. His voice carried a mix of desire and frustration, and it made my body flush with warmth.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him closer.

“I feel the same,”

I whispered back, our bodies moving in sync, completely lost in the moment.

He reached down and pulled off his boxers. I looked up at him as he undressed, naked, and saw a scar I hadn’t seen before, under his left breast, near his ribs.

“This, what is it?” 

“I slipped and fell, that’s how I got it.” 

“That must have hurt.” 

“…No, it didn’t hurt at all.”

He runs his fingers along my labia and around my v*ginal opening. He rubs my erect clit in a circular motion as he moves my dark pubic hair upward.

“Ha…ha…ugh!”

I repeated, biting my lip in embarrassment at the moan that escaped my throat.   

“Let me hear your voice. I want to hear it.”

”I’m embarrassed.” 

“I want to hear every sound you make. Hmm? Don’t hold it in.”

I lightly tapped his shoulder as he kissed my lips with small smacking sounds. He grabbed my wrist and kissed each of my fingers one by one. When he licked the inside of my wrist, it tickled, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s been so long, it might get cold as soon as you put it in.”   

I burst out laughing, and I realize he’s purposely telling me to relax because he feels sorry for my stiffening body. He strokes my br*st, waist, and thighs.

His thighs spread wide as his stiff body relaxes. He settles between her legs and bites down on the condom wrapper. When she turns her head away, unable to see him put the condom on, she lets out a delighted laugh.

Rubbing his fingertips over the bumpy skin, he grabbed his c*ck and bobbed it up and down.   

“You’re kidding, right?”

‘I’d rather take it in and out.’

”You’re kidding, right?”

He was an animal when it came to s*x. He would do it several times a day, but as soon as he put it in, it would come out again.

He shook his head as he s*cked on his br*ast. I stared at him as he rubbed his p*nis against my v*gina and took a deep breath.

He gritted his teeth against his slowly inserting p*nis. It had been too long. And his seemed to have gotten bigger somehow.   

“Ugh… ugh.”

He stopped halfway in.   

“You okay?”

He asks me if I’m okay, his face harder than mine. When I nod with wet eyes, he kisses my forehead.   

“Tell me if it’s hard.”

This time I shake my head. I wrap my arms around him and press my face against his chest.   

“Ugh… S*ck, ouch!”

He tilted his head as he felt his p*nis enter in. Her thighs quivered. His hands gently massaged my thighs as he pulled back and entered once more.

“Hmph, hmph, hmph!” the grunting sound grew louder with each movement of his hips.

I felt as if the p*nis inside me would tear out from underneath me at any moment. But I didn’t want to tell him to stop. I wanted to feel him fully.

Over time, the pain faded. And the strange energy that spread between my legs warmed my body.    Painful, but good.   

Crazy good. It never felt so good to be one.

The s*x we had countless times felt like a lie. 

Facing each other, kissing non-stop, making love for the first time—it was awkward yet so happy that it brought tears to my eyes. 

That’s why the climax came so quickly. 

He was thr*sting vigorously, then stopped with a groan. 

Inside, his swollen p*nis released something hot. 

Even though the s*x was over, he didn’t get off of me.

He kissed me and caressed my entire body, focusing on aftercare. 

Until our heated bodies cooled down. 

As if to show that the passionate love we shared wasn’t a lie, 

He slowly and gently sent love through my entire body. 

* * *

When I opened my eyes, I frowned automatically. 

Maybe last night’s s*x was a bit too much after such a long time. 

My body felt tired, but my mind was at ease. I watched him, sound asleep with a smile on his face. When I touched his hair, his eyebrows twitched. 

Then, I suddenly became aware of the arm wrapped around my waist. 

We had showered after making love, but he was still wearing his watch. I waved my hand in front of his face, but he didn’t move, deep in sleep.   

Carefully, I removed the watch.

And then, my eyes widened as if they were about to tear apart.