The Devil Judge ? || (ONE-SHOTS)

~The One Who Is Beautiful (10/10) Part 2

Silence filled the room for a while, except for our breaths that separated us from the lifeless material.

-Do you hate me this much?-he asked at one point.
His arms still secured around my chest, his head buried in the crook of my neck.
I never thought I'd see the king in these guises, so desperate for attention, nor did I ever think I'd see a tyrant, begging me to stay.

-I can't say I love your kind, but now I also can't say I hate you entirely.... -
I replied firmly, my tone now under control.

-Why do you want me to stay? - I asked instead, taking in his pleasant scent, the heat of his strong body against mine.

-We haven't exchanged many words, you know that, right? Nor have we seen each other properly.... I admit that I have bonded far more with Jagger, than with you, that's why I cannot understand how you can feel anything for me... - I confessed sincerely.
Maybe even a little selfish, with the intent to scratch him a little, to understand how far his longing could extend.

-Words are not necessary Kim Ga On, I can spend a whole life in silence and understand between the lines what is not mentioned by the mouth...-he quoted softly. A serious and partially tired tone.

-You do not need to speak, for me to understand that you have a profound nature.... And I am in awe of the way you carry yourself, of your beauty and your words.... For even your anger and hatred leave me defeated.... And I can't help but be curious about how you can be when you love someone instead.... -
He explained.

A strong rush enveloped my heart, leaving me speechless again, as did the blush on my cheeks. For the mere fact that he had a way with words and could easily make me unstable.
The king stepped back onto the bed, sitting up and dragging me down with him, onto his legs, straddling me against his imposing figure. His hands clasped behind my back.

-You do not need to express yourself, for me to know that you are indeed what I want, Kim Ga On...-

His face stood next to mine, a few inches from my face, staring back at me from below, looking astonished, lost.
I arched over him, finding myself laying a hand on the back of his head, entwined in his soft hair, the strong locks which were like a tickling sensation on my skin.

And so... I then took in his essence, weighing his words on an invisible scale, the lust he made me feel, his calculating, yet prowling eyes, like enchantments and diamonds.

The king looked at me, in a way I'd never seen before, as if in pain but also in ecstasy. Born to be great, but doomed to be vanquished by someone unpredictable.

Someone like me...

Without adding anything else, I joined my mouth to his, in the throes of a frenzy that surprised even me, biting his lips, wanting to feel the lust of which he had so narrated about, inside my spirit.
His hands travelled down my backside, then hoisted me around the bones of his pelvis, before turning our positions and placing me beneath him.
He resumed kissing me greedily, slashing the air into my lungs, crushing me under the weight of his size, my hands around his neck.
-I can't handle you... - he said against my mouth, as he invaded the line, sucking on my bottom lip and then his tongue past the seam of my teeth.
I groaned, trying to hold myself back in vain, as the rush of adrenaline invaded me from within, pushing the pleasure as far as it could go, my crotch getting hard as he went on.
Like earth under the sun, I felt torn apart on all sides at the way he made me feel, I shuddered even more when he brought his lips to my neck, biting the surface, etching his teeth, his scorching mouth, kisses that gave me no respite, nor any way to think straight.
I gasped between moans, pressing myself assiduously against him, letting my hands slide over his uniform, where I began to undo the belts and unbutton what was there to be removed.