The knot in Ji-woo’s stomach pulled tighter, her mind a dizzying blank. She might have thought she was drifting untethered through space if Seo Tae-joon hadn’t leaned down, his face suddenly inches from hers. She lifted a trembling hand to caress his cheek.
“It’s really you, Seo Tae-joon, isn’t it?” she whispered. He nuzzled into her palm, and a wave of relief washed over her. “You really came back.”
Seo Tae-joon knew she was talking more to herself than to him. Any other time, it might have bothered him, but her soft eyes were fixed on his and her hand was a warm, anchoring weight against his skin.
“More,” she breathed, a desperate plea. “Tae-joon, more, please.”
He answered, moving faster, plunging deeper.
Between ragged moans, Ji-woo managed to say, “Not like last time. Tonight, we’ll go for as long as we can.”
Seo Tae-joon’s eyes narrowed. “Stop talking,” he commanded, his voice a low rasp. “If you don’t, I’ll finish in your mouth.”
He pounded into her then, a merciless, primal rhythm that heated the sterile hospital room with their panting breaths. As Ji-woo bit her lip to stifle a cry, Seo Tae-joon captured her mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing the sounds she couldn’t contain. The taste of her only made him harder.
“Do you like it when I pull out?” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. He watched her expression as he slowly withdrew, then thrust back inside with bruising force. Every time he drove home, her body trembled and squirmed. It was a calculated strike, and her convulsive shiver was his reward.
Ji-woo writhed, pleasure coiling tighter with each impossibly deep thrust. She was growing slicker with every little thing he did, a fact that only made Seo Tae-joon pump faster. She loved the feeling of his thighs slapping against hers, the loud, wet sounds of their collision echoing in the quiet room.
“I don’t know why you’re trying to turn me on,” Seo Tae-joon groaned, his voice thick. He glanced down at where they were joined, at the sight of her juices coating his length. “You get nothing out of it.”
Suddenly, he pulled out completely. Before Ji-woo could protest, he flipped her over onto her stomach, lifted her hips, and pushed into her from behind. A loud moan tore from her throat before she could even process the raw, animalistic change in position.
He was reaching deeper now, an entirely new angle of attack. Pleasure built in her skull, so intense it bordered on pain. The more he moved, the more tears pricked at her eyes. With one powerful surge, his tip slammed against her cervix and Ji-woo fell forward, her face burying into the pillows as cries of pure ecstasy ripped from her lips.
Maintaining his punishing pace, Seo Tae-joon gripped Ji-woo’s hips, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises. He pulled her back flush against him and, as he bottomed out inside her, he leaned down and whispered into her ear, “Ji-woo, is this how I do it?”
Ji-woo buried her face deeper into the pillow, letting her moans spill out freely. He wasn’t just thrusting blindly; each movement was calculated. He would draw her hips toward him, rotating his own to grind against her from within before resuming his relentless assault. The sheer power he wielded, the absolute control… it was enough to make her weep.
Then, she felt the knot inside her finally snap. Her whole body convulsed as an orgasm shattered through her. Seo Tae-joon gritted his teeth, a low growl escaping his throat as she tightened around him, soaking him in her release.
But even her mind-numbing climax didn’t stop him. Seo Tae-joon’s thrusts remained hard and unrelenting. She didn’t have a chance to catch her breath before he was driving her down into the mattress again. “Tae-joon!” she cried out, a plea for him to give her even a moment’s break.
She felt him slip out of her. A moment later, a slick heat spread across her back. She didn’t have to look to know what it was.
Ji-woo collapsed onto the bed, her body feeling boneless and heavy against the mattress. She heard Seo Tae-joon swear under his breath as he grabbed a towel and gently wiped her back clean. Then, he turned her over to face him.
They lay there for a moment in silence, their ragged breathing the only sound as their eyes met.
For a man who had just come, Seo Tae-joon looked unnervingly calm. Even as his chest rose and fell, his gaze was solemn and intense as it locked with hers.
Unable to help herself, Ji-woo’s eyes drifted over his sculpted form. She inhaled deeply, drawing in his musk, the intoxicating scent of his sweat and their lovemaking. The raw aroma was enough to make her melt all over again.
Then, Seo Tae-joon spread her legs apart. Without a word, he shoved back inside her. For a man who had just finished, he was still shockingly rigid.