Alpha Culinary Love

Chapter 166 Time stops when I’m with you.

Yura's hands slid up to Jiyeon's shoulders, pulling her closer as their lips moved together in a heated, tender dance. Jiyeon's hand found its way to Yura's neck, her thumb stroking the delicate skin just below her ear, sending shivers through Yura's body. The warmth of their kiss deepened, and Jiyeon's breath became ragged, the hunger for Yura building like a fire igniting within her. It was a dangerous game how easily they could lose themselves in each other, but neither cared.

Yura, always the one to keep control, was losing it. Her fingers tightened around Jiyeon's shoulders, nails slightly digging into her skin as if grounding herself from the intensity of the moment. Jiyeon felt it too the pull between them, the irresistible need to close every possible inch between their bodies. She responded by gripping Yura's waist and tugging her even closer, practically lifting her from the chair into Jiyeon's lap.

Yura let out a small gasp of surprise, quickly swallowed by Jiyeon's lips. Her usually cool, indifferent mask was gone, replaced by an expression of pure, unfiltered desire. Jiyeon smirked against her lips, proud of herself for unraveling Yura's carefully crafted façade.

"You think you're in charge?" Yura murmured against Jiyeon's mouth, her voice breathless but sharp. There was still that edge of control, the familiar cold CEO lurking beneath her fiery exterior.

Jiyeon broke the kiss for a second, grinning. "In this? Absolutely." She leaned in, pressing another kiss to Yura's jaw, trailing lower toward her neck. "But I'm not opposed to a takeover, CEO."

Yura's eyes darkened at the challenge, and suddenly she pushed Jiyeon backward, flipping their positions so quickly it left Jiyeon blinking in surprise. Yura was on top of her now, her hands pressed firmly against Jiyeon's chest, holding her down.

"Oh, you think you can handle a takeover?" Yura's voice dripped with amusement and something else something dangerous. Her lips hovered just inches from Jiyeon's, taunting, teasing. Jiyeon could feel Yura's breath against her skin, feel the tension building to a crescendo between them.

Jiyeon's heart raced. "You've been underestimating me this whole time, babe," she whispered, eyes half-lidded but full of fire. "Do your worst."

Yura smirked, but before she could respond, she claimed Jiyeon's lips again in a bruising kiss. This time, it wasn't gentle or slow it was a battle for dominance, each of them pushing, pulling, fighting for control. Yura's hands slid down Jiyeon's sides, gripping her waist with enough force that Jiyeon felt her own pulse quicken.

And then Jiyeon, always the trickster, flipped them again, pinning Yura beneath her. Yura let out a huff of frustration, but it was laced with amusement.

"You—" Yura started to say, but Jiyeon kissed her again, effectively cutting off any further complaint. The kiss was softer now, more tender, but the intensity was still there. They stayed like that for what felt like forever kissing, teasing, and losing themselves in the moment. Jiyeon's hands roamed up Yura's back, tracing patterns into her skin as Yura's fingers tangled in Jiyeon's hair, pulling her closer, needing more.

Jiyeon broke the kiss just long enough to breathe, resting her forehead against Yura's. "You're beautiful, you know that?" Jiyeon whispered, her voice low and serious now. "Even when you're bossing me around and being a cold-hearted CEO."

Yura snorted, but her eyes softened. "And you're insufferable."

"Yeah, but you love me anyway," Jiyeon shot back, pressing a kiss to Yura's cheek before pulling back slightly. "I'm pretty sure you're stuck with me now."

Yura smiled—an actual smile, the kind she rarely showed anyone. It was soft, genuine, and it made Jiyeon's heart skip a beat. "I wouldn't have it any other way," Yura murmured, pulling Jiyeon down into another kiss, this one slow and full of unspoken promises.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathing heavily, Yura reached beside her chair and grabbed something that had been hidden in the corner of the room. Jiyeon, still catching her breath, raised an eyebrow.

Jiyeon's hands found Yura's waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush against one another. Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "You're making it hard to stay in control, Yura."

Yura's lips curled into a smirk, teasingly running her hands over Jiyeon's shoulders, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch. "Who said I wanted you in control?"

That was all it took.

Jiyeon growled softly, her lips crashing against Yura's with a fervor that sent shockwaves through both of them. The kiss was hungry, needy, their pheromones swirling around them like a heady cloud, heightening every touch, every sensation. Yura moaned softly into Jiyeon's mouth, the sound sending a thrill down Jiyeon's spine as she deepened the kiss, her hands sliding down to grip Yura's hips.

Yura's fingers tangled in Jiyeon's hair, pulling her closer, as if she couldn't get enough. Her breath hitched as Jiyeon's lips trailed from her mouth down to her neck, pressing heated kisses against her skin. The sweet scent of strawberries grew stronger, thickening the air as Yura's omega instincts responded to Jiyeon's dominance. She tilted her head back, giving Jiyeon better access as her body trembled with anticipation.

"Jiyeon..." Yura breathed, her voice shaky as she clutched at Jiyeon's shoulders. "I need you."

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The words ignited something primal in Jiyeon. She growled again, the sound low and guttural, as she lifted Yura effortlessly, carrying her up the stairs toward the bedroom. Yura clung to her, their kisses never breaking, the taste of each other's lips intoxicating, as if they were drunk on each other's presence.

Once in the bedroom, Jiyeon set Yura down gently on the bed, her eyes burning with desire as she hovered over her. Yura's cheeks were flushed, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants as she reached up to pull Jiyeon down to her. "Don't make me wait," Yura whispered, her voice breathless but commanding.

Jiyeon leaned down, her lips brushing against Yura's ear. "Never."

The kiss that followed was slow, deliberate, and full of passion. Jiyeon's hands roamed over Yura's body, her touch gentle but firm as she explored every inch of her. Yura's fingers dug into Jiyeon's back, pulling her closer as their bodies moved in sync, the heat between them growing with each passing second.

The scent of vanilla and strawberries filled the room, thick and heady, as their pheromones intertwined, pulling them deeper into the moment. Jiyeon's control wavered, her alpha instincts screaming at her to claim, to protect, to love.

Yura's body responded to every touch, every kiss, her omega instincts kicking in as she surrendered herself fully to Jiyeon. She let out a soft whimper, her body arching into Jiyeon's as the heat between them became unbearable.

"Jiyeon..." Yura whispered again, her voice breaking as she pulled Jiyeon closer, needing more, needing everything.

Jiyeon kissed her again, softer this time, as if savoring the moment, her hands cradling Yura's face with a tenderness that contrasted the intensity of the moment. "I love you," she whispered against Yura's lips, the words filled with all the emotion she had been holding back.

Yura's eyes softened, her heart swelling at Jiyeon's words. "I love you too," she whispered back, her voice full of warmth and affection. "More than anything."

The night stretched on, filled with whispers, kisses, and the quiet hum of their love. Time seemed to stop as they gave themselves fully to each other, their pheromones mixing and mingling until it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.