Chapter 6: Group Love
Dana's fingertips traced over the delicate folds of her silver gown, the embroidered lace a stark contrast to the sweat-slicked skin of Namjoon's shoulders. Her heart still raced, no doubt reflecting the feverish pulse that coursed through her veins.
"Are you sure about this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggled to maintain some semblance of control over the whirlwind emotions threatening to consume her.
He brushed a stray lock of hair off her forehead, his gaze intense. "More than anything, Dana." He reached out and traced a finger along the exposed swell of her cleavage peeking out from the top of her gown, sending a shiver down her spine. There was no room for second-guessing, no space for hesitation as she leaned into Namjoon's touch.
His lips met hers with a hunger she couldn't ignore, consuming every thought and reservation as his hands found their way to the zipper on her dress.
He pulled it open, the fabric falling to the ground like a discarded shadow, leaving her standing before him in nothing but lace and silk.
"God you look incredible," he rasped, dragging the tips of his fingers over the curves of her body. She could feel the heat emanating from him, hotter than any summer day, and she wanted to lose herself in it.
His hands continued their exploration, sliding down her torso to cup her ass through the silk of her panties. She arched into his touch, whimpering as he rubbed against her aching core.