Love's Conception: 3

The night dragged on. The women left him when they realized they no longer had his attention.

The woman— his woman, had taken him and collared him by the throat. He couldn’t stop watching her.

She was a walking contrast.

Seductress, temptress. Yet he knew she was hiding behind that façade.

She was sweet and unsure, so much different from the way she looked.

Yonghwa continued to watch her from the other side as his drinks were filled and refilled. He couldn’t even count how much he had but he didn’t care. A part of him wanted so much to walk up to her and take her. Another part was just too satisfied in watching her.

She was an enigma— he never felt anything like this.

He wanted so much to have her.

Yet here he was, just getting his fill of the sight of her.

After a moment, he slipped out of his cave and settled in the bar outside. The music— the noise got to him. The changing lights, the chaos of the dance floor, the noise. Not to mention the amount of alcohol running in his veins. He must stop drinking, he must or he might forget this night.

And his woman.

He was far too close to her now. He could see the outline of her body as she moved with her friends. They were in the dance floor now and he got to have his fill of her image— of the way that body moved. Her little crowd was gathered on one side of the dance floor obviously staying away from the other dancers. They were in their own world laughing and giggling their little drunk heads off. His woman was obviously possessed with intoxication she barely showed her timid little self he saw awhile back. She was dancing slowly to the beat of the fast music it was almost funny. They didn’t care anymore.

She had a beautiful body.

Her clingy dress only highlighted her figure. Although she was pretty much slim, her curves were undeniable. His hands fisted at the thought of holding her hips captive in his hands. He could ran his fingertips on her shape, on her skin, lift that little dress up her legs and bare her before him. He could trace his tongue on her body, memorize her taste, explore her own lust.

He was getting really hard it hurt. He adjusted on his seat and ordered another glass of whiskey.

His woman swayed to the music and spun around laughing, her hair whipping on her face and she seemed to enjoy it more. Her short y hair was seriously a turn on especially the way it stirred from her movements. Suddenly, she sighed and closed her eyes her body moving so languidly he could only imagine her on top of him riding slowly, swaying against his body. Her hands ran up to her body she didn’t have any idea how mesmerized he was. Her every action was a . Her every movement slowly sending him to the edge. She bit her lower lip then slowly released it.

Damn.

That’s it.

He took a big gulp, drop the glass on the table and pushed some bills towards the bartender.

Yonghwa walked closer. The closer he took a step to her, the louder the beat in his chest got. Finally, only a step away he stopped. The woman— his woman, found his gaze the moment she opened her eyes.