“Then I won’t,” Seo Tae-joon agreed, his voice a low murmur as he pushed his finger deeper inside her.
“That’s… that’s not something you can just promise,” she managed, gasping as his touch sent a jolt through her.
“Even so, I’ll try. If my memory is what’s stopping you, then I don’t need it. I would have buried it myself even without you asking.” He meant every word. In that moment, he relinquished any hope or desire for his memories to return. Seeing her like this, wanting him as he wanted her, was worth any price. If he had to trade his past for his present, then so be it. For Seo Tae-joon, the choice was not difficult at all.
“But I need a promise from you, too,” he said, his fingers beginning a slow, deliberate rhythm inside her.
Her breath hitched, coming in ragged pants.
“I want you to remember whose wife you are.”
Ji-woo’s ears burned at the slick, wet sounds rising from between her thighs. She bit her lip, feeling her own muscles clench and release around him in an involuntary rhythm. Her breathing grew harsh, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out across her skin.
“Ahhh…”
Whenever she flinched, her hips bucking against his hand, his fingers only moved more relentlessly.
“If you ever lie to me again, or meet some other bastard behind my back…” His lips crashed down on hers, hard and punishing. “I won’t let you off so easily.”
He thrust another finger inside without warning, and her thighs parted wider still. Though she had surrendered, a part of her wanted to open for him completely, a bizarre impulse that made her want to both laugh and cry.
“Can you imagine how awful my life would be without you?” he murmured against her mouth. “But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be punished when you do something wrong.”
He watched her face. She had taken him completely. At this rate, he would lose what little control he had left. He frowned, the strain against the front of his trousers becoming unbearable. He wanted to make her scream with pleasure, but a part of him feared she would hate him for it.
“Ji-woo… like me. Just a little,” he whispered, his thumb stroking the exquisitely sensitive flesh at her entrance while his fingers continued their ceaseless motion within. A low moan escaped her. The embarrassment of her own nakedness was a distant memory, burned away by the friction of his touch. Even as his fingers plunged and retreated, a part of her remained hesitant.
“Even when I’m cruel,” he said, the words punctuated by the metallic rasp of his belt buckle. “You, of all people, can accept me.”
“You are my wife,” he stated, shoving down his trousers and briefs in one motion. He was fully, powerfully erect, and the sight of his length, thick and imposing, stunned her into silence.
What in God’s name is that? Ji-woo’s expression froze.
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. “Why do you look like you’ve never seen your husband naked before?”
“Ah, well…” Her thoughts were a scattered mess. “It’s been a while…” It’s my first time seeing any man naked…
“Ah, right. I was in a vegetative state.” He gripped his own length, and Ji-woo swallowed hard.
She understood the mechanics of intercourse, but she had never imagined it to be so… obscene. The sight of him promised more pain than pleasure.
“Well, this could be a problem, Ji-woo.”
He stripped away the last of her panties and settled between her legs. “I have no memory of doing this with you…”
He captured one of her breasts, his thumb teasing the nipple to a hard peak. “In a way, I’m a virgin.” The blunt tip of his erection nudged against her entrance. “So you’ll have to guide me. You’re the one with more experience, after all.”
“You said we weren’t very good at it.”
“Uh… yes…”
“Well, then. Let’s start from the beginning.”
His mouth descended, trailing kisses from behind her ear, down her collarbone, to her chest and navel. He followed the path with his lips as his hands gently parted her thighs again.
“A man gets hungry with a feast laid out before him,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. She felt the tip of his nose brush against her most intimate place before he parted her folds. Her hips arched in anticipation.
Then his tongue was on her, lapping at her, stroking against the sensitive peak until she was slick with need. He pressed his mouth firmly against her, and the world dissolved into pure sensation, pulling her to the very edge of consciousness.
Ji-woo cried out, her body convulsing. His hands gripped her buttocks, holding her steady as his tongue plunged deeper, tasting her release.
“Mm… Ahh!”
She trembled, boneless and exhausted, yet a desperate craving for more bloomed in the aftermath.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” he said, his voice laced with mockery as he rose over her, his eyes gleaming in the dim light.
He poised himself at her entrance, his erection hot and demanding. The veins in his neck stood out, a testament to his strained control.
He couldn’t wait any longer. Ji-woo’s fists clenched the sheets as he thrust into her. She could feel every inch of him, hot and hard, filling her completely. A scream caught in her throat. He cursed, a raw sound lost in the intensity of the moment.
At first, a blinding pain seared through her as he stretched her, but it slowly receded as he withdrew halfway. In its place, a strange, coiling pleasure began to build, a deep heat spreading from her core. Seo Tae-joon gripped her hips and drove into her again. This time, she couldn’t hold back a moan.
“Ji-woo, was it like this for you the first time? Fuck, this feels so good I could die,” he rasped.
He found a rhythm, thrusting in and out, the wet sound of their joining filling the room. His free hand moved to her breast, kneading gently. He saw the helpless arousal on her face, and the sight fanned the flames of his own desire. He pulled back almost completely, only to slam into her harder.
“Mm… Ahh!”
The pleasure was so overwhelming it verged on fear. Flashes of heat and ice shot through her, a tangled mess of sensations and emotions that left her utterly confused.
“Hmmm…”
Her inner muscles clenched and fluttered around him, and a low groan was torn from Seo Tae-joon’s throat. He sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her neck, thrusting harder, all control lost as her body tightened, swallowing him whole.
“Ji-woo… Ji-woo,” he gasped, his mouth finding hers in a bruising kiss.
Her body trembled, on the verge of a second climax. “Seo Tae-joon… I… uhhh…”
She panted, her voice breaking.
“No,” he commanded. He lifted one of her legs, resting it on his shoulder to open her wider for him. His eyes burned into hers, feverish with lust. He drove into her again as a helpless moan escaped her lips.
“Call me Tae-joon,” he grunted.