Impossible Romance - Chapter 43

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43.

Kwon Seok-ha’s embrace was impossibly tender as he held me. Softer and sweeter than melted ice cream pooling on warm pavement.
In that moment, I wanted to turn away from the difficult days ahead, to bury them deep in some forgotten drawer where they could never resurface.
“Will you really do everything for me?”
I whispered against his chest.
Like those childhood moments at the villa when we were alone together, whispering as we played.
I believed in him like a prince from a fairy tale, trusting he would shield me from everything.
I even dared to hope that my weaknesses would transform into glittering gowns through his magic.
“Yes. Trust only me. Don’t trust anyone else. I’ll take care of everything.”
Kwon Seok-ha spoke with the cocky confidence of his younger self, then licked my cheek. I tasted like ice cream mixed with tears.
He lifted me effortlessly and carried me out of the laundry room toward the bedroom.
Perhaps because of my permission, each step felt like walking on clouds. My chest swelled with emotion, adrenaline flooding through my entire body.
Kwon Seok-ha set me down carefully on the bed and gazed at me. My dark eyes, brimming with tears, shimmered like pearls beneath the ocean.
He stroked my hair and caressed my cheek. He must have felt terribly hurt when he handed me those documents at the blind date location. The thought of it made his chest ache again.
“What are you thinking about?”
I asked, my demeanor calmer under his tender touch.
“How beautiful you are. How I want to hide you in my arms so no one else can ever have you.”
Sweet words flowed effortlessly from Kwon Seok-ha’s crimson lips. In moments like this, he seemed like a genius at romance.
“Don’t lie. That woman earlier was incredibly beautiful.”
“Are you going to keep bringing her up? I’m done with her. And I’m not going on any more blind dates.”
“…But if it’s necessary, I should.”
I still lacked confidence. If Han Seon-young pressed hard, I would inevitably back down. Could I ever stand firm in front of her?
“Why would it be necessary? You’re here with me.”
He sounded like an older brother coaxing his younger sister with candy.
“But I’m…”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m nothing.”
I wiggled my toes and licked my lower lip.
“How can I make you believe in me? Should I announce you as my fiancée at the company? Post a notice saying the person I love is Ahn Joon-hee? Like that?”
His voice carried laughter as it brushed against my ear. Then, revealing his desire, he stripped off his shirt while hovering above me. His defined abs looked more sculpted than ever.
“No, you can’t!”
I thrashed against him and cried out. Kwon Seok-ha was absolutely capable of doing exactly that.
“Eventually everyone will have to know anyway. Why not?”
His breath drew closer, warming my body. He touched my soft earlobe slowly.
“I still don’t want to right now. I’ll tell them later myself. It would be awkward at work.”
Nestled in his surprisingly cozy embrace, I became more honest than before. I spoke my true thoughts, asked what I was curious about, and even questioned him.
His large hand swept across my shoulder and caressed my side—not awkward, but warm. Simultaneously, my heart began to race with anticipation.
I wanted Kwon Seok-ha, who gazed only at me. For the first time, I allowed myself to desire him. I felt certain I could overcome whatever difficult trials lay ahead.
A sharp gasp escaped her.
Seok-ha’s lips captured mine as his hand slipped beneath my t-shirt. His large, firm palm moved freely under the loose fabric, and as if by magic, my soft skin grew taut and firm beneath his touch, swelling as though ready to burst.
Even breathing between our locked lips was difficult, yet a tingling sensation wrapped around my lower abdomen, blooming with a dull ache. The delicate pleasure that crept in gradually intensified, sharpening into something acute. Wherever his fingertips touched, a sharp sensation of bliss made me dizzy.
Perhaps it was the emotional turbulence I’d endured all day. The pleasure I felt was far greater and more intense than any other night, proportional to the pain and anguish I’d experienced.
His thick, soft lips gently ravaged mine before pulling away. With our warmth intertwined, only the sound of our racing hearts echoed loudly in my ears.
“I love you. You know that, right?”
Seok-ha whispered, his eyes dark with desire. He awakened the truth I’d been pretending not to know all this time, and after that brief confession, his hands moved with purpose.
I remembered my first love—immature and painful. But the sad memory quickly evaporated. From my parted legs, a rush of sensation surged upward.
A pale tingling that began at my toes traveled up my calves, wrapped around my thighs, and transformed into something slick and overwhelming. The light, buoyant pleasure became rough and heavy, pounding against my heart and pushing me into intense excitement. It was an ecstasy like drowning in deep water only to rise toward the sky.
“Ah, ah…”
Tears pooled in my eyes spilled down my cheeks. Seok-ha, who saw only me, seemed like a mirage. Afraid he might suddenly disappear before my eyes, I raised both arms and wrapped them around his neck. I never wanted to let him go.
His hand, which had been roaming freely inside my shirt, slipped out and grasped the hem, pulling it upward. The t-shirt came off as I stretched my arms.
Seok-ha gently removed my underwear that had popped up against my pale skin. Cool air touched my skin, yet heat rose through my body instead.
Perhaps I’d been waiting for this night all along—the night I heard his confession and willingly shared love with him.
“Why are you crying?”
He whispered, his lips still pressed against the hardened peak. His eyes held concern and worry. I realized he didn’t understand the meaning of these tears.
“…Because I’m happy.”
I’d briefly considered teasing him, but I simply told him the truth. Neither of us wanted to suffer anymore.
Seok-ha laughed—a joy in his eyes I’d never seen before. He seemed to have suddenly become rough.
His touch, which had been only gentle until moments ago, now carried powerful strength through his firm torso and resilient legs. His taut, well-defined muscles held me tightly and moved with intensity.
“Ah! Ah…”
Hot breath escaped my lips. The scorching heat warmed my entire body, leaving me gasping. Seok-ha caught every breath I exhaled.
The taste of ice cream still lingered on our locked lips. It was so sweet that nothing else could explain it. Even as we continued to kiss, I felt parched.
The bed creaked and made loud noises. But I heard nothing as our hands urgently and hotly removed each other’s remaining clothes.
I reached out and firmly grasped his upper body. The solid heat I felt in my lower abdomen rubbed and mixed with his. A dizzying pleasure struck my entire body.
A sensation that made every hair stand on end flushed my face red. His body, pressed tightly against me from top to bottom, felt so hot I feared I’d be burned.
“Ah, ah!”
“Are you okay?”
His hand, larger than both of mine combined, caressed my head as he asked. Again, his eyes held concern and worry, but unlike before, I could see suppressed desire.
“Yes. I’m fine.”
Embarrassed, I closed my eyes, and a warm kiss descended on my eyelids. Simultaneously, another desire that had crept in roughly moved savagely like a shameless beast.
“Thank goodness.”
He laughed at something and moved his hips. Slowly at first, then gradually increasing speed with force. Seeing me inside him smiling so beautifully, an uncontrollable power surged through him.
He continued to hold me while trying to use only half that strength. The friction between us heightened the heat. I whimpered in his embrace, but he was certain it wasn’t from sadness.
“I love you, Jun-hee.”
Seok-ha confessed again, as if engraving it into her heart.
“Yes. Me too.”
Jun-hee answered with a flushed, ripe face.
Seok-ha’s lips curved into a full smile. In the heat-filled bedroom, it felt like a fully bloomed flower was bursting before my eyes. Or rather, it felt like lying in a garden of flowers in full bloom and dreaming. It was heaven.

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