His lips moved with a deliberate, languid rhythm, drinking in every soft gasp and shuddering breath you offered. The dark edge of his command hadn't softened, but it had matured into a deep, steady rhythm that held you completely suspended in the present moment.

Jungkook shifted, his broad shoulders blocking out the dim light of the room until he was the only thing in your field of vision. He slowly uncoiled the remaining length of the crimson ribbon from around your wrists, freeing your hands at last.