Moon

by Violette Paradis

  Leaning in, he kissed her. His soft lips put a spell on her, kissing her slowly and purposefully, taking his time exploring the touch of his lips against hers.

  She melted into his arms, losing herself in the sensation of him.

  His hands traveled over her waist, pulling her harder against him.

  He moaned a feral moan, as if releasing something that had been pent up for a while.

  “Phanessa,” he whispered. His hot breath blew past her ear, warming her neck. She let out an involuntary moan.

  Wrapping one of her legs around his, she pressed herself tighter against him. Her breasts pressed against his strong chest.

  He spoke in his deep voice as he kissed her neck.

  “Uliui yeonghon-eun seololeul algo.”

  She felt the vibration of his voice in her bones as his lips explored her skin.

  “Your soul,” he whispered, “is my soul.”

  Closing her eyes, she dropped her head back. His soft lips moved down to her breasts.

  “Kimoon&emdash;” She looked around, startled by the fact that she could see the entire city.

  His dark eyes looked up at her from between her breasts. Slowly, he moved up her body until he stood at full height. He looked down at her.

  “We are alone,” his deep voice said.

  His hands moved over her backside, lifting her body to meet his. She rested back on the railing and pulled him in to rest against her.

  He kissed her more ferociously, nipping her bottom lip. Her whole body felt like it was on fire.

  His hands moved up her thighs, pressing into her skin. When he reached the rim of her skirt, his fingers lifted the edge of it, tickling the skin underneath.

  “Can I?” He asked.

  She kissed his neck. “Yes.”

  He pushed the skirt further up, allowing him the room to get closer to her.

  She pushed off his jacket, letting it fall to the ground. Her hands moved up his broad chest.

  “You’re so fit,” she said.

  He moved his body against hers, as if still dancing to the beat that played on his phone.

  Vanessa wasn’t sure if it was the slight weightless sensation she felt from the rising of the ferris wheel, or if it was Kimoon’s magic lips, but she felt lightheaded.

  “Oh my god, Kimoon, you’re killing me.”

  He continued moving his body against hers, moving smoothly with the beat.

  Colors and movement moved steadily past them as the pod moved. She only saw them as blurs in the background.

  Kimoon’s hands, his touch, the way he moaned when he kissed her, that’s all she could pay attention to.

  His hands moved over her breasts, pulling her top down and exposing her to the cool air which instantly hardened her nipples.

  His head dipped down, licking her sensitive skin. She moaned out his name, a bit louder than she intended to.

  He moved to the other side, his hair tickling her sensitive skin. His tongue did magical things to her as she moaned under his touch. She breathed in his delicious woodsy scent as she combed her fingers through his soft hair.

  “You know, you’re really good at that,” she said. “But it’s my turn now.”

  She surprised him by grabbing him and pulling him up to face her. Placing a hand on his hardened abs, she traced it down, down, down over his jeans until she landed on his hardened bulge.

  Kimoon let out a moan of relief as he dropped his head back.

  Smirking to herself, she massaged him through his jeans. As she stared at his closed eyes and his mouth which was open with pleasure, she felt extremely powerful. She felt sexy knowing she could make him feel just as good as he made her feel.

  As she moved faster, he stopped her.

  “Wait,” he said, pulling her hand away.

  He pushed harder against her, so that she could feel him against her thigh.

  “Phanessa,” he whispered.

  She could hear the desire, the trembling anticipation in his voice.

  They were at the top of the ferris wheel. They were on top of the entire city of Seoul. And here she was, merging her soul with a man who understood her, a man who connected with her on every level.

  This was absolutely crazy!

  She didn’t do this. She didn’t have sex in public.

  But they were in complete solitude. Just like Kimoon said, they were alone. No windows, no cameras. Nobody could see them. They were alone. Alone on top of the city.

  Phanessa,” Kimoon whispered again. His hot breath tickled her skin as he kissed her collarbone.

  His hand moved up her thigh, finding her panties. She moaned as he touched her. She knew he could tell she was wet.

  “Kimoon,” she said in a soft voice. “I want you.”

  His fingers tickled her before pulling her panties to the side, his fingers grazing her sensitive skin.

  She exhaled in pleasure. “Kimoon.”

  “Slow,” he said. His fingers playing a dangerous game between her legs.

  She tried to resist the feeling by focusing on his eyes, but he was staring her down with that dangerous stare of his. He watched her carefully and seriously.

  She let out a moan and closed her eyes, unable to look at him any longer. She dropped her head back, arching her body into his touch. His fingers moved faster, deeper. They moved to a rhythm, pressing into her as she pressed into him.

  Her hand moved down and landed on his bulge again, but he pushed her hand back, pinning it to her side. She was completely at his whim. There was nothing left to do but surrender to his pleasure.

  Kimoon moved faster, harder. She arched her back and curled her toes. It felt like gravity was pushing down harder on her as every sensation became heightened.

  She could feel Kimoon’s soft breathing, his minty breath. His face was inches from hers, watching her as his frantic fingers worked their magic.

  “Yes,” he said.

  “Yes,” she repeated. She wrinkled her nose and winced as she squirmed under his touch.

  “Phanessa,” he whispered.

  “Yes.” She opened her eyes.

  The seductive look in his expression pushed her over the edge. Waves of pleasure crashed through her body as she pointed her toes. She gripped hard onto Kimoon as if they were both falling. His hand became still, pressing hard against her, allowing her to pulse against him. His other arm wrapped around her, holding her tight as they breathed in exhaustion.

  Resting her head on his shoulder, she caught her breath as she listened to his. He moved her hair out of her face and kissed her cheek.

  She looked up at him with lazy eyes.

  “Hey,” she said. “What about you?”

  Her hand moved down his body. Just as she grazed his abs, he grabbed her, preventing her from going any further.

  “Look.” He looked out the window.

  They were about ten seconds away from reaching the bottom and having to get off.

  Kimoon helped her back onto her feet before picking his jacket up off the floor. Vanessa fixed her skirt and pushed herself back into her bra while Kimoon adjusted his pants.

  It seemed like such a tease, she thought. She wanted to put her hands on him, she wanted to touch his body. She wanted to make him feel as good as he made her feel.

  As the pod reached the docking area, Kimoon took her hand and helped her off before leading her back to the secret entrance.

  He looked at his phone before looking up at her.

  “Geumbanji?” He asked in his deep voice.

  He wanted to go back to the hotel?

  She didn’t know if that meant the date was over or if he wanted to go back to one of their rooms.

  The cool expression on his face and the dangerous look in his eye suggested the latter.

  “Come,” he said.

  Thrills ran through her body as he squeezed her hand and led her out into the sunlight.

  ***

  Kimoon held Vanessa’s hand as he pulled her through the sparse
crowd. He was no stranger to going out in public. Sometimes he’d go out for fast food or to go shopping. As long as nobody tipped off the news or put it on social media, he was usually able to get away with it.

  But this was different.

  There was a Daenseu Boys concert that night, the first of their major worldwide tour. The city was currently crawling with Daenseu Boy fans who traveled in from all over the country and possibly the world. They’d be everywhere, especially a touristy area like the ferris wheel.

  What was he thinking?

  On top of that, he was all hot and bothered. His blood was pumping with red hot passion. All he wanted to do was get Vanessa alone somewhere. He wanted to kiss her body from head to toe.

  He wanted to feel her skin against his.

  But not here.

  He could see a group of teen girls nearby all wearing hot pink sneakers and fun colorful outfits.

  Daenseu fans.

  He could always spot them a mile away.

  Turning away, he looked back at Vanessa. Her full lips, still pink with desire, smiled at him. She had lazy bedroom eyes that beckoned him to do something. Soon, he thought.

  He directed her into his private chauffeured car that was waiting by the curb.

  As they sat in the backseat, he watched her put on her seatbelt and settle into her seat. She smoothed down her dark blond hair which fluttered in the air conditioning. She caught him looking at her and she wrinkled her nose.

  There was just something about her that was different.

  She wasn’t a Daenseu fan. She didn’t know that he usually went by the name Moon or Bae. She didn’t know his real name was Bae Ki-Moon. She only knew his soul. She knew the diamond that lived inside him, that rotated, only showing off thin facets of light here and there. His bandmates saw a sliver of who he was, and so did his fans. But with Vanessa, he felt like the sun was shining on him from all angles. Every part of him sparkled under her light, allowing her to see the true essence of who he was.

  And who was he?

  He was just a guy who was doing his best. He was just Kimoon.

  Vanessa was able to see the man behind the mask. And because of that, they connected on a level he hadn’t felt in years.

  It didn’t matter that they needed a phone to understand each other’s words, he understood every glance of her amber eyes, every smirk of her shy lips.

  They were only a few feet away from the car when a young woman’s voice called out.

  “Bae?”

  “Oh my god!” Another girl yelped. “I think that’s him!”

  Vanessa tried to look back to see what the commotion was but Kimoon guided her into the back of the car. Without looking back, he slid in next to her and told the driver to go.

  The girls rushed the car just as it took off.

  Vanessa expressed shock and asked something he didn’t need to know English to understand. Kimoon shrugged and shook his head, feigning ignorance.

  He couldn’t believe it. Vanessa truly didn’t know he was a member of the Daenseu Boys at all.

  As the car continued toward the hotel, he stared at the way her eyes shimmered like gold when the sunlight beamed through the windows. She looked like honey. He could still taste her sweetness on his lips.

  He leaned in close enough to smell her hair. She smelled like pomegranate and peaches, like summer picnics by the lake. Their lips were inches apart. Her gold amber eyes watched him.

  “You’re a good dancer,” he said in his deep voice.

  She smirked and said something in English. Her peach lips filled the air with her beautiful airy voice.

  His phone silently translated for him: I’ll take that as a compliment since you’re such a better dancer than I am.

  He smirked as he leaned in closer.

  “I will teach you,” he said.

  Her lip quivered. She moved her hand from her lap onto the seat between them.

  Reaching slowly, his fingers touched hers, stroking them gently. They were so small, so delicate under his. He resisted the temptation to lift her hand to his lips and kiss her. He couldn’t act on his desires, at least not yet.

  He knew there were limits. He was famous, after all. He couldn’t be caught acting this way in public. As Sam said earlier, he could act on his desires as long as they remained secret. For that reason, he held himself back. He did so even though he could feel tension building up in both of them. He could see the desire burning in her eyes.

  The car pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, winding around to the back entrance.

  “Come on,” he said.

  Climbing out of the car, they made their way through the back entrance of the hotel and to the elevator doors. Pushing the button, he spun around and faced her.

  She was digging in her purse and eventually pulled out a blue card which he recognized as her room key. She asked a question he didn’t understand, followed by a seductive smile. He knew she was inviting her to his room.

  Smirking, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a platinum card. He pointed at himself.

  She smiled and blushed, looking down at her feet.

  “You’re really cute,” he said in Korean. Though he wanted her to understand him, he also wanted to express himself the best way he could.

  Looking up into his eyes, she said something in English. She stepped closer and bit her lip.

  A ringing noise interrupted them.

  “Oh.” She pulled her phone out of her purse. She said something that sounded apologetic before turning away and answering the phone.

  Kimoon watched her, hoping this didn’t mean the end of their date. If she left, they’d likely never see each other again. Their short interaction would be over before it even began.

  She ended the call and looked at him. He watched her expression closely, scrutinizing it for hints.

  Her lips curled into a smile and his heart doubled its beat. She stepped closer to him, close enough that she grazed up against his skin. Looking up at him with those passionate eyes, she lifted onto her toes and slowly pressed her lips against his. Hands still in his pockets, he kissed her back.

  Everything else in the world slipped away as he lost himself in Vanessa’s kiss.

  The elevator door pinged open. He pulled her inside.

  ***

  Kimoon entered his card into the slot and hit the button for the penthouse floor as the elevator began to rise.

  The penthouse floor?

  Holy crap.

  When she saw his platinum card, she knew it was for a nicer room than hers but she didn’t think it’d be that nice.

  As Kimoon slipped the card back into his pocket, Vanessa stood on the opposite end of the elevator, biting her lip as she watched him. He moved with such grace, such confidence.

  Turning to her, he caught her staring at him. She gave a shy smile. He lifted his chin and watched her back.

  It was like there was electricity in the air between them, a magnetic pull. And even though they both tried to keep their hands to themselves, they couldn’t help but inch closer to each other.

  He looked down at her with his impossibly beautiful eyes. He touched her cheek. His lips parted.

  How was it that she became such putty in his arms?

  The elevator announced their arrival to the penthouse floor before the doors pulled open.

  Without taking his eyes off her, he touched his nose to hers before taking her hand and guiding her to the room. He used his platinum card to access one of the two doors on the top floor. The red light turned green, allowing them in.

  Vanessa couldn’t believe it. The room was huge and beautiful. A large a small pool and a jacuzzi bubbled in the middle of the room. The large windows looked out onto all of Seoul, letting in the rays of afternoon sunlight. The large king-sized bed to the right was covered in immaculate white sheets, the fluffy pillows looking enticingly welcoming.

  She couldn’t believe that this was his room. He must have been connected to the owner, or
maybe he was one of those rich entrepreneurs.

  As he moved closer to her, he ripped his headband off and tossed it across the room.

  “Naneun cheoncheonhi gago sip-eossda,” his deep voice crooned. His hand slipped around her waist. “Geuleona dangsin-eun jeohanghagi eolyeobge mandeubnida.”

  Looking up into his eyes, she felt like she knew him. She understood his vulnerabilities, his desires.

  Leaning in, he kissed her neck.

  “I need you,” he whispered. His hot breath tickled.

  She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, allowing him to find the sensitive spots.

  His large hands moved up her back, holding her close against his strong chest. Heat rose from her legs up to the crown of her head. She moved her hands through his wavy unruly hair before dragging them down over his chest. Pulling his head back, he moaned.

  Pushing his jacket off, she let it drop to the floor. Her hands moved over his shoulders, his chest. He pulled back so he could pull his shirt off and toss it aside. She touched his heated skin, feeling the hardness of his chest, the ripples of his abs.

  He wasted no time. He was now kissing her ferociously, pulling at her clothes. His hands were practically begging her to undress. She pulled off her blouse. The cool circulated air of the room nipped at her skin.

  His warm hands instantly gravitated to her waist and up her back, heating her chilled skin.

  Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed him back, causing him to take several steps blindly backward until he fell onto the bed. He pulled her down on top of him.

  “Phanessa,” he whispered.

  She moved her hand down his abs, slipping her fingers under the waistband of his jeans. Unbuckling his belt, she pushed his pants off and dropped them on the floor. It was clear to see that she wouldn’t need to perform any desperate measures to excite him.

  Kimoon sat up and pulled her closer, kissing her slowly. His hand slipped around her back, unclasping her bra with an easy movement. She pulled it off and tossed it aside.

  Taking control, he flipped her onto her back as he knelt over her. The bed creaked under his weight as the light silhouetted his lean body.

  He lowered his lips to her belly as he moved his hands up her legs. As he gently kissed her bellybutton, his breath warmed her skin. She closed her eyes, feeling the butterfly touch of his eyelashes on her skin.