He pushed deeper, a hard, insistent length that breached something untouched within her. She couldn’t control the wave of sensation that washed over her, a pleasure so overwhelming it was impossible to contain.
“Hng… Ahhhh!” she cried out, the sound raw and shattered.
Ji-woo’s inner muscles clenched around him reflexively. Seo Tae-joon’s eyes squeezed shut as a low groan tore from his throat. He gritted his teeth, the sight of her beaded nipples and the taut arch of her neck nearly enough to undo him. He was barely holding on.
She moaned again, her fingers twisting in the pillow as Seo Tae-joon’s thrusts grew frantic. He drove into her with a speed and force that sent a flicker of fear through her. This was primal, an animal act. With every powerful plunge, she felt as though she died for a moment, leaving her breathless and reeling.
“It’s strange, Ji-woo,” he whispered, his voice a ragged rasp against her ear as he moved. “Why do you feel like a virgin to me?”
His eyes, when they met hers, were clouded with confusion. He glanced down at their joined bodies, then back to her flustered face. Her whole body was trembling. Her hands were lost, clutching the pillow instead of him, as if she had no idea what to do with them in the heat of the moment.
“Why does this feel like your first time?” he asked. “It doesn’t make sense. We were married.”
She bit her lower lip, trying to smother the sounds tearing from her throat, and looked away. As he moved relentlessly against her, another helpless moan escaped.
“Tell me, Ji-woo,” he whispered. “Why are you so timid?”
She couldn’t speak. The world had narrowed to the feeling of him inside her and the dizzying pleasure it brought. All her defenses were gone. Her mind was a white-hot blank.
“Did… the previous Seo Tae-joon not do it like this?” He thrust deep, and a slick heat bloomed between her legs. “Hmm… is that it?”
Seo Tae-joon grunted, grabbing her thighs and pushing himself deeper still, his pace quickening. I’ve barely done anything and she’s already… As he drove into her, his other hand caressed the slick, swollen flesh between her legs. It wasn’t enough. Ji-woo felt like she was being consumed by the heat.
“Tell me,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “Do I feel like a stranger to you?”
He was panting now, his eyes bloodshot. Ji-woo knew it was jealousy talking. “How could we have been sexually incompatible, Ji-woo? This feels too good. It was a lie, wasn’t it? You’re a liar.”
He buried his face in the hollow between her breasts. Her body felt feverish. Her mind was completely lost.
“That bastard probably took you every day. Can’t I have a little?” he said hoarsely.
He kept his head down, refusing to look at her as he shoved inside her again and again. Ji-woo gasped for air, the pleasure building into an unbearable pressure.
“You’re my husband now, so you should only open your legs for me,” he said in a low, rough voice. “You said we never did this. Do you have any idea what you feel like inside? Just who do you think I am, to be so welcoming all of a sudden?”
His thrusts became rough, punishing. “Why won’t you touch me?” he demanded. “Why won’t you even touch me?”
She felt like she was on fire. His body was a furnace against hers. She was going to burn.
“It’s fun watching you like this. One day you’re clinging to me out of some damned sense of duty. The next, you’re meeting someone else. You’re too much.”
A guttural moan escaped him. His eyes shone with a feral light. One hand pinned her down while the other roamed her body. Ji-woo’s mind threatened to dissolve completely.
“Tae-joon…” she whimpered.
Seo Tae-joon heard her small, strained voice. His hips, which had been driving into her so hard she felt on the verge of breaking, suddenly stilled. He stared down at her.
“Don’t you dare look down on me, you idiot,” she said, panting for breath. “It’s perfectly normal for someone not to be good at this! Not everyone’s the same! So what if I’m the one who’s bad in bed? I’m the one who agreed to sleep with you. Why are you making me feel so incompetent?!”
Her anger was a righteous blaze. She had no idea what to do with her body because she’d never done this before, and she couldn’t comprehend all the strange, overwhelming feelings. Even so, he didn’t have to spell out her failings so cruelly.
“You’re so heartless. You have no kindness. And you definitely have no bedroom manners.”
Seo Tae-joon was stunned into silence. She braced her hands against his chest and pushed herself up, swinging a leg over to straddle his hips. Ji-woo’s arms wrapped around his shoulders instinctively.
She settled down onto him, taking his full length back inside her with a sharp gasp. A low moan escaped her as she began to move. Seo Tae-joon watched her, fascinated. He couldn’t tear his eyes from her face.
As she rocked against him, he slid a hand down to touch her. She buckled. “That’s it. Fill yourself up, Ji-woo. Take whatever you want,” he whispered.
Seo Tae-joon held her tight, his lips pressing kisses to her neck, her cheek. She felt flustered, but she kept moving, digging her nails into his shoulders. Her rhythm became faster, harder, until she felt she couldn’t go on another second. He eased her onto her back and continued to thrust into her, his movements now slow and gentle. She looked up at him, and for the first time, she had the presence of mind to truly see him.
He moaned, a deep, final sound, and slid out of her, spilling his warmth across her stomach. His breathing was ragged, utterly spent, and he collapsed beside the equally exhausted Ji-woo. After a moment, Seo Tae-joon lifted his head from her shoulder and looked at her.
“You look more beautiful when you’re a mess.” He smiled and pulled her close against his side. Ji-woo could only stare at him as he fell asleep.