He rose slowly from his knees, his eyes never leaving hers. The air in the small apartment crackled with a tension so thick it was almost suffocating. Jinah stood before him, trembling slightly, a mix of fear, anticipation, and a deep, undeniable trust in her eyes. She was completely vulnerable, and the sight sent a jolt of possessive fire through Jinwoo's veins.
He scooped her into his arms, her slight weight feeling like nothing as he carried her the few steps to his small bed. He laid her down gently, a stark contrast to the raw hunger in his gaze. He quickly shed his own clothes, his movements economical and precise. His body, though still lean, was now a tapestry of new scars, each a testament to his survival. His cock stood erect, thick and rigid, a testament to his overwhelming desire for the woman before him.
He parted his legs using his knees and positioned himself over her, caging her with his body. He lowered his head, not to her lips, but to her ear. "I'm going to make you mine, Jinah," he whispered, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. "Completely mine."
He guided the head of his cock to the slick, heated entrance of her sex. He could feel her trembling, her breath held in anticipation. He looked into her eyes one last time, and saw nothing but acceptance. With a powerful, deliberate thrust of his hips, he pushed forward.
There was a moment of resistance, a sharp, brief barrier that stood between them. Jinah cried out, a sharp gasp of pain as he tore through her hymen, claiming her virginity. He didn't stop. He buried himself to the hilt inside her, his pelvis pressing against hers, his cock throbbing deep within her tight, untouched channel.
He held still for a moment, allowing her body to adjust to the sudden, intrusive fullness. He could feel a single, hot tear slide from the corner of her eye and down her temple. He kissed it away, his lips gentle against her skin.
Then, he began to move.
He started with slow, deep strokes, pulling out almost completely before plunging back in. Each thrust was a declaration, a branding. He was claiming not just her body, but her soul. The initial pain in Jinah's expression began to melt away, replaced by a dawning wave of pleasure that built with every powerful movement. Her hands, which had been clenched into fists on the bed, moved to his back, her nails digging into his skin as she arched up to meet him.
The pace quickened. The slow, deliberate strokes became a hard, demanding rhythm. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the small room, mingling with their shared moans and gasps. He was fucking her with all the strength he possessed, a primal, relentless act of possession. He was no longer the weak E-rank hunter; he was the Shadow Monarch, and he was claiming his queen.
Jinah's body responded with an intensity that shocked him. Her hips rose to meet his thrusts, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. She was no longer a passive recipient but an active participant, her body singing with a pleasure she had never known. The coil of tension in her belly tightened, winding tighter and tighter until it snapped.
A silent scream tore from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her, a tidal wave of ecstasy that made her entire body convulse. Her inner walls clenched around him, rippling and milking his cock, and the sensation was his undoing.
With a guttural roar, Jinwoo thrust one final time, burying himself as deep as he could go. He came hard, his cock pulsing as he pumped his hot seed deep into her womb, marking her from the inside out.
He collapsed onto her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his face buried in the crook of her neck. They were both breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat. The world outside the small apartment had ceased to exist. There was only this, only them.
He had faced death and returned. He had been weak and was now strong. And in this moment, holding his sister—his lover—in his arms, Sung Jinwoo finally felt whole.
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They lay tangled together for a long while, the frantic energy of their first coupling slowly giving way to a warm, sated exhaustion. Jinwoo's weight was a comforting pressure on top of Jinah, his rhythmic breathing a steady counterpoint to the frantic beating of her own heart. She traced the new, silvery scars on his back with her fingertips, each one a story of his survival, a testament to the man he was becoming.
Slowly, he pushed himself up, his muscles coiling with a new, predatory grace. He looked down at her, his dark eyes still burning with an intensity that hadn't been sated, only banked for a moment. He gently rolled off her, then took her by the arm. "Turn over," he commanded, his voice a low, husky rumble.
Jinah's breath hitched, but she obeyed without question, shifting onto her stomach. The cool sheets were a shock against her heated skin. She felt his hands on her hips, firm and strong, as he guided her up onto her hands and knees. The position was utterly submissive, completely exposing her to his gaze. A blush crept up her neck, a mix of shyness and raw excitement.
He knelt behind her, his eyes feasting on the sight. Her back was a graceful, sweeping curve, tapering to a narrow waist before flaring out into the full, round globes of her ass. It was perfect. Sexy. The soft, pale skin seemed to glow in the dim light. He could see the glistening evidence of their previous union on her thighs, and the sight made his already hard cock throb with renewed need.
He couldn't control himself. The primal urge to take her, to possess her from this new, dominant angle, was overwhelming.
He positioned himself, his knees nudging her thighs wider apart. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and guided the head of his cock to her still-sensitive entrance. With one powerful, relentless thrust, he buried himself inside her again.
Jinah cried out, a sharp, pleasured gasp as he filled her completely. This angle was deeper, more intense. He didn't give her time to adjust. He immediately set a brutal, punishing rhythm, his hips slapping against her ass with each forceful thrust.
He was fucking her hard, just as he'd promised. Each drive of his hips pushed her forward, her breasts swaying with the motion. The room was filled with the sounds of their raw, unrestrained passion—the wet slap of skin on skin, her breathless moans, his guttural grunts of exertion. He was claiming her, marking her as his from the inside out, his possession absolute.
Jinah's body responded instantly, arching her back to meet his powerful strokes. The pleasure was almost painful in its intensity, a white-hot fire that consumed her. She reached back with one hand, clutching at his thigh, pulling him deeper, silently begging for more.
Jinwoo leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're mine," he growled, his voice ragged with lust. "All of you is mine."
His words were the final trigger. The coil of tension in her core snapped, and her second orgasm tore through her, even more powerful than the first. Her entire body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on his cock like a vise. The sensation sent him over the edge, and with a loud roar, he slammed into her one last time, his body going rigid as he pumped another hot load of his seed deep into her willing body.
He collapsed onto her back, his weight pinning her to the bed, both of them panting and trembling in the aftermath. He was still inside her, a possessive, final connection. He had taken her, claimed her, and in doing so, had sealed their fates together in the most primal way imaginable. He was no longer just her brother. He was her man, her lover, her everything.