I woke up to the gentle sound of birds singing outside our bedroom window. Yura was still asleep beside me, her face peaceful and serene. I smiled, feeling a surge of affection for her. It was the weekend, and we had no obligations today. It was a rare luxury to have this time together, just the two of us.
I snuggled closer to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. She stirred slightly, a sleepy smile spreading across her face as she woke up.
"Good morning," she murmured, her voice husky with sleep.
"Good morning," I replied, leaning in to kiss her softly. "How did you sleep?"
"Better now that you're here," she said, pulling me closer. We lay there for a while, just enjoying the warmth of each other's presence. It felt like a cocoon of safety and love, far removed from the chaos of our everyday lives.
After a while, there was a soft knock on the door, and Hana entered with a tray of breakfast. "Good morning, madams," she said, smiling warmly. "I thought you might enjoy breakfast in bed today."
"Thank you, Hana," Yura said, sitting up and helping her with the tray. The breakfast looked delicious – a spread of fresh fruits, pastries, scrambled eggs, and a pot of steaming coffee.
We settled back against the pillows, the tray balanced between us. "This looks amazing," I said, reaching for a slice of melon.
"It does," Yura agreed, taking a bite of a croissant. "Let's enjoy this before the day really starts."
As we ate, we talked about everything and nothing – our plans for the day, funny memories from the past. It was moments like these that made me fall in love with her all over again. Her laugh, her smile, the way she looked at me with so much love in her eyes.
As we finished the meal, I couldn't resist the urge to lean in and kiss her again. This time, the kiss was deeper, more passionate. Our breakfasts forgotten, we were lost in each other. Her hands traced the outline of my body, and I felt a familiar heat rising between us.
I found myself on top of her, our bodies pressed together. The kiss grew more intense, and for a moment, it felt like we might not stop. But then, the shrill ring of Yura's phone cut through the moment, startling us both.
Yura groaned, reluctantly pulling away to answer the call. "Hello?"
I could hear the faint voice on the other end, and Yura's expression softened. "Hi, Mom," she said, sitting up and adjusting her shirt. "What's up?"
I watched her, still feeling the remnants of our interrupted passion, as she talked with her mother.
"Yes, Monday works perfectly," Yura continued. "We'll be there. Looking forward to it."
Every moment was a symphony of passion, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. I could feel the heat building between us, the climax drawing ever closer. My hands roamed over her, memorizing every curve, every line. I wanted to remember this moment forever.
As we neared the peak of our passion, I felt an almost primal need to mark her as mine, to show the world that she belonged to me. My eyes met hers, seeking silent permission. She nodded, understanding my intent, her eyes filled with trust and love.
I lowered my head to her neck, finding the spot where her gland was located. My lips brushed against the skin there, and I felt her shiver in anticipation. I kissed the spot gently, my tongue flicking out to taste her. The scent of strawberries was stronger here, mingling with my own vanilla scent in a heady mix that made my head spin.
"Are you ready?" I whispered, my voice husky with desire.
"Yes," she replied, her voice trembling. "Do it."
With a surge of possessive need, I bit down gently on her gland, feeling her body jerk beneath me. My teeth sank into her skin, and I injected my pheromones into her, marking her as mine. The scent of vanilla flooded the air, mixing with the strawberries in a perfect blend.
Yura's breath hitched, and a low moan escaped her lips. I could feel her body reacting to the pheromones. She clung to me, her fingers digging into my shoulders as waves of pleasure washed over her.
I held her close, feeling the connection between us solidify. The act of marking her was intimate, binding us together in a way that went beyond physical. I kissed the spot where I had bitten her, soothing the small wound with my tongue.
"You're mine," I whispered, my voice filled with love and possessiveness. "And I am yours."
"Always," she replied, her voice filled with emotion. She pulled me close, our lips meeting in a kiss that was both tender and passionate.
We moved together, the bond between us making every touch, every kiss more intense. The climax hit us both at the same time, a wave of pleasure that left us breathless and trembling in each other's arms.
As we lay there, our bodies entwined, I could feel the mark I had left on her, a tangible reminder of our connection. The room was filled with the scent of vanilla and strawberries, a perfect blend that spoke of our love and passion.
"Jiyeon," she whispered, her voice filled with contentment. "I love you."
"I love you too," I replied, my voice soft and tender. I held her close, feeling her heartbeat against mine, knowing that this moment was just the beginning of our forever.
We stayed like that for a long time, basking in the afterglow of our passion.