Seok-ho's POV:
"Seok-ho," she moans my name against my lips, her voice trembling. "What took you so long? I've been craving you… all this time."
I push Soo-min deeper into the sofa, mounting over her. She arches into me as if she's always belonged there.
"Say my name again. Who are you craving?"
"You, Seok-ho. It's always been you."
The way she says my name makes my heart race. I'm lost. Completely.
We should stop. We both know it.
But it's already too late.
Weeks of restrained hunger have snapped loose, raw desire crashing through me.
Everything in me wants her.
I pull her tighter, pressing into her, my body aching to feel more. I want more.
Why can't I get enough of her?
We could get caught any second, but there's nothing left in me that can resist her.
Her lips find mine again; desperate, claiming.
This could all go so wrong.
So fucking wrong.
But right now, I couldn't care less.