"Hailey, I want you… only you. I know it's been a decade, but damn it, I can't live without you anymore," Ace says, and it feels like every cell in my body freezes, then ignites. I don't know what this feeling is, but holy shit, I feel like I'm about to explode. Everything feels hot and dizzy, and the thong I'm wearing is practically drenched. Ace has me completely under his spell, and he fucking knows it. Behind those dark eyes lurks a man of sin, and it makes me want him even more. The thought of him inside me, choking me, pulling my hair… it just excites me in a way I haven't felt before. The way he says my name makes me ache for him until I can't hold back.
"Ace…" I whisper, and I swear my eyes roll back slightly when he smirks and brushes a strand of hair from my face. "Yes, baby?" he says, caressing my lips, then my cheek. "I want you…" I say softly, trying not to sound desperate, but it's useless. As soon as the words leave my mouth, Ace pins me against the wall, harder this time, and kisses me deeply. I officially melt in his arms, desperate with a need I've longed for.
The kiss is intense, full of a raw desire, like a craving finally being fulfilled, something we've both waited so long for. It feels… right. Ace breaks the kiss, picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the bed. "Jagiya… you look beautiful," he says, his voice a low rumble as he gently lays me down on the bed, spreading me out like a canvas.
"Thank you, aien," I say, breathless from the kiss, looking up at him. You're probably wondering about the nicknames, right? It's Korean. Jagiya means honey or sweetheart, and aien means love. I learned Korean from Ace; he was a Korean exchange student in my school. I was in the international language club and was pretty fluent in a few languages, which led to me being his guide for the first few weeks until he was comfortable with English.
The memory of those early days, of him struggling with his pronunciation and me patiently correcting him, brings a soft smile to my face. It makes me want Ace even more. He was attractive then, awkward and endearingly shy, but now? He's devastating. He was always nice and kind, but if he's good in bed… oh my God, I'm marrying him. I can sense the hunger in Ace, and I know he wants me too. I look into his eyes, giving him a silent, consenting look so he can continue. But his next words shock me, sending shivers down my spine.
"Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want," he says, his voice rough. He spreads me out further, then slides a hand up my skirt, slowly rubbing my inner thigh. I protest with a frustrated moan, desperate for him to touch me where I really need it. I know I'm a virgin, but when you're a woman who has been deprived of any action for far too long, you get…built up. And desperate.
"P-please, Ace, don't tease me… not like this…" I whine, wanting him to touch me in another area that desperately needs attention. Ace chuckles, making his strokes on my thigh long and slow, making me tremble with anticipation. "Gongjuneun nareul wihae gugeolhanda," (princess beg for me) he says, his hand drawing closer to my inner thigh, still not touching the area that aches for his touch.
"Ace, please… I need you. Just touch me, please!" I plead, consumed by need and desperation. I can't take it anymore. He's got me all riled up, and I need him right here, right now.