Yun Ki's throat hitches as he watches Soojin's sly tone and flirtatious gestures.

He watches her bite down over her plump lips as though she hadn't just swallowed a fat bead of his saliva, seconds ago.

He's staring at her and watching how teasingly she's behaving, digging the heel of her foot over his back, pressing into it, every time he kissed or even touched her.

It's a burden on Yun Ki as he doesn't know whether he wants to go rough or to go slow and sweet and vanilla over Soojin who has the lips of a trembling infant and the eyes of a serpent, almost as though she knows what she's doing to Yun Ki.

He's pressing the nail of his pointer into her clothed core, feeling the moisture over her soiled panties and he tuts.

He knows he can be naughty around Soojin, his twin flame.

He tuts at her, watching her eyes peer to narrowed slits as her mouth pouts with every press of his finger over her gaping hole.

"We've barely done much and you're already soaking past your underwear.. I wonder what it looks like, squelching around me as chants of my name spill past your lips.." He teases, pinching the material of her panty over the centre.

Soojin's dumbstruck at the vulgarity leaving Yun Ki's lips as he's moulding her like a statue he's been working on for ages.

He's building up the arousal to such an intense degree, Soojin wonders whether she'll finish without even having him in her.

He's that good with his fingers and his words, slicking in lust and wanting.

Yet, he wouldn't do a thing she wasn't comfortable with as he continually watches her eyes, the window to her soul.

His expertise and knowledge of a woman's body is having her feel multiple emotions.

Had he felt Areum this way, too?

Had he muttered against her lips lustful words and vulgar promises?

Had she felt his tongue or the globule of his spit travel down her throat?

Soojin's eyes flicker as they look away from Yun Ki and that is all he needs, to know that she isn't just another romp in the sack.

She's his wife, his companion and the one who'd bear his hand in the toughest of times.

This was all he needed to realise before he cups a hand over her cheek, causing her eyes to wander back over his.

He's staring at her, pouty-lipped and with brows that are furrowed in concern.

She's worried that she may have ruined the mood and yet, that isn't quite the case.

Yun Ki climbs off of her, laying beside her body, a hand goes behind her head and releases the tight high bun she'd styled her hair in.

He places the lacquer comb on the wooden table, beside their bed and runs a hand through her tresses, watching her black hair cascade down her body, covering her chest as peaks of her pebbled nippled squint out of her wild mane.

He moves his eyes from her body, knowing he has all the time to cherish and love it and yet here he has her, laid before him like his lover.

A lover he'd never cherished enough.

He wants to love her but have her cry from how good he makes her insides feel.

He wants to fill her heart with roses and yet, he wishes to put his seed in her womb and have her know she's his to love and love alone.

He wants to kiss her on the forehead, as they sip on camomile tea in their Garden of Jasmine and yet he, wants to shove her into the messy sheets, planting his lips over every crevice of her body.

He wants nothing but to cherish her and give her the love a wife, a Crowned King's wife desires and deserves.

She's embarrassed as she has her eyes trained on Yun Ki's erection, that has withstood the testaments of time, over the past few days.

She can't help but wonder how painfully hard he is.

She wants to help but she worries she'll ruin the mood they've set for themselves.

She finds her trembling hand ascending closer to his bulge and just as she's about to plant a hand over him, he grabs her wrist, pulling it away from him.

"Soojin-ah, if you're not comfortable, we can always wait till we go back home. You don't have to please me out of compulsion…I married you and I married everything about you and if there's a thing you wouldn't want me doing, I can assure you I would do nothing to harm you. I wish however, that we can trust each other and love the journey we're setting out on.." He mumbles, caressing her cheek as he faces her and occasionally massages her scalp, watching just how shiny her black tresses are.

Soojin nods, gulping loudly as though she's offended him to have him feel that she's not enjoying any part of this.

"I'm so jealous of your black hair, you know?" He comments, twirling a strand over this finger that was just shoved into her mouth, minutes ago.

"I've had ash grey hair, all my life. Sure, it's different and catches the eye but growing up, I was teased about it…They'd say I was an old man trapped in the body of a 10-year old. They'd pluck out my hair when I was eating and would place bets on how many grey strands they could collect without me knowing.." He whispers, eyes raking over her sprawled hair as he rubs a thumb into her reddened cheeks.

"I acted like I didn't feel a thing and yet, every strand they plucked out of my head stung like I was being pierced by needles. I'd stay calm and remind myself that I was loved. By Seokmin Hyung and by Eomma, in whose eyes I was a handsome little prince."

Soojin feels horrible as she's listening to Yun Ki talk about his tortuous childhood.

Her heart breaks imagining just how this man has lived all his life, nippled in the bud time and again.

He's had his confidence shattered and he's stumbled across dark rooms, wandering for peace and belonging and here he was, in her arms, stronger than any other man she'd seen.

Stronger not just physically but mentally.

These were one of the many traits Soojin found herself attracted by.

He was the absolute definition of resolute and damn, if she didn't love him back the way he did, she'd be wronging the works of The Universe.

"I love your ash grey hair. You're a very handsome man..They make you, you. They give you and edge and even if they didn't, I couldn't care less. I'm in love with the person in here.." She responds, poking into his chest.

Yun Ki rolls on his back, hands covering his face, shyly.

He's long discarded his upper vest and lays bare in just lowers, a very prominent bulge visible.

He's blushing as he rubs his hands over this face, again and again, sucking in a laboured breath.

He releases his face and rolls to the side, to face Soojin, this time feet intertwining themselves with hers.

His toes are grasping onto hers, as though he's teasing her.

"What else do you like about me, physically?" He asks, in a low-pitched groan.

One that has a spark shooting up Soojin's spine as confidence takes over her.

Her man needs to be loved, she thinks to herself as she pushes Yun Ki back on his back and hoists herself over him, such that she's sitting over his pelvis, the bulge pressing into her bum, with every squirm of her over him.

Yun Ki's eyes are widened at this.

He's never been the one at the bottom and here she is, straddling his waist.

Yun Ki's hand raises up to her waist, holding her up against him and Soojin intertwines her hands with his, pinning them by his head, with a loud thump over the mattress.

She watches how both their left hands are intertwined with the Red Sapphire beaming in the dim-lit room.

She's hovering over his face as her black mane tickle over his neck and chest causing him to giggle, playfully.

"I should've known what I was getting myself into, riling you up so good.." He hums in contentment.

Soojin leans in further, kissing the mole that rests over his milky white cheeks.

"You should've known what you were getting yourself into the minute you stumbled by me, all fiery and determined, in the Market that day..there's a reason why they avoided me back in Daegu…" She nudges her nose against his, watching his scrunch up against hers.

He raises an eyebrow, questioningly.

"Oh really? Why is that so?" He asks, lips pouting, asking for a kiss.

Soojin leans down to peck him over his pink lips, a gentle kiss.

One he tries to slither his tactful tongue into but, fails.

"Ah Ah Ah, not so fast, kind sir…They avoided me because I was feisty... Carried a knife in my shoes... I'm game if you are, Yun Ki-ssi.." She mumbles, iterating every syllable of his name, with a peck.

Yun Ki knows in that moment, he's about to be tied down by this vixen and truthfully, he's all for it.

He's been all for it, the moment he met her in the dusty Marketplace only to hear curses leave past her lips for him and him, alone.

"I'm game…I'm all game." He chuckles before Soojin takes the first lead over their heated kiss, controlling Yun Ki with a reign over him.