Ji-woo gasped, surprised by the sudden movement. There was no pain this time, only a wave of pure bliss as Seo Tae-joon began to thrust into her. He drew her into a deep kiss, muffling her moans, and with every powerful plunge, Ji-woo felt her sanity unravel.
All she could register was the hard, aggressive rhythm of his body and how exquisitely sensitive her own had become to his every touch.
She remembered their first night together, wondering how she could possibly take all of him. Yet in these primal moments, she felt an undeniable, profound connection to him.
“What are you looking at?” Seo Tae-joon’s voice was a low murmur, hazy through the fog of her dazed senses.
When Ji-woo’s eyes focused on him, she saw him staring back, his gaze dark and greedy. The look alone made her slick with desire. He watched her as if she were a sacred altar, and he, its most devoted worshiper.
“What are you looking at?” he asked again, a teasing note in his voice this time. “Are you staring at my dick?”
“What?” Ji-woo started, her cheeks flushing with heat. She was mortified that he had noticed, that he could so easily read the way her body reacted to everything they did.
He just laughed, as if he’d read her mind. “You know,” he said, “I could live happily in a basement. I wouldn’t need sun, or water, or anything, as long as I had you. If I have you, nothing else matters. I’m the easiest thing in the world to keep alive.” He licked his finger, then pressed it to her clitoris, rubbing slow circles. “But I’d die if this little spring of yours ever ran dry.”
A low groan escaped Ji-woo’s lips as her inner muscles clenched tightly around him.
“So good, Ji-woo,” Seo Tae-joon moaned against her skin. “So good.”
He drove his hips against hers again and again. The pleasure was so overwhelming that Ji-woo felt her consciousness begin to fray at the edges. She tried to hold on, but she was slipping away. She had no idea how much time had passed. A glance toward the window was useless; the world outside was a dark blur.
Another moan tore from her throat, but this time it wasn't from pleasure. It was a sound of pure, bone-deep fatigue.
“Get a job.”
Seo Tae-joon’s rhythm faltered. He looked down at her, his eyes hard.
“It’s okay,” Ji-woo told him, her voice thin. “You can leave the house.”
“Why do you sound so exhausted all of a sudden?” he asked.
Ji-woo looked down at their joined bodies and groaned. She felt like she was actually going to die.
“Even though the mountain was dangerous, you handled it so well,” she said, gathering the last of her strength. “I think I was just… worried about you.” Her breasts pressed against his chest with each ragged breath. She flinched as she felt him swell, growing even harder inside her, but she didn't have the energy to say a word.
His patience seemed to snap. Seo Tae-joon began to pound into her, harder and faster than before. His grunts were loud, his movements powerful and unforgiving.
A searing white heat consumed Ji-woo as another orgasm washed over her. Her body convulsed around him, and the sudden, tight pressure sent Seo Tae-joon over the edge. He glared down at her as his own climax hit, pulling out just in time to spill himself onto a towel.
Roughly, Seo Tae-joon pushed a finger inside her, swirling it around as if to clean her out. Their bodies had been separated for only a moment before he grabbed her by the ankles again.
Ji-woo felt herself about to pass out. “Get a job,” she whispered, the words barely audible.
Dawn was breaking, and the air was cold. Ji-woo woke with a frown, her mouth dry and sticky. Thirsty, she started to look around for water.
Pale light filtered through the thin curtains of the hospital room, and the sight of it made a wave of nausea roll through her.
“Are you awake?” Seo Tae-joon’s voice came from behind her.
Hearing that quiet sound, a storm of emotion surged through her—the remembered sadness of running through the dim light of morning, and the profound relief of finally setting down roots with someone.
Don’t be scared. She could almost hear Mi-sook’s voice, a comforting echo in her memory that brought tears to her eyes.
When she turned to look at Seo Tae-joon, his tongue was already in her mouth, wetting her parched lips. She tried to push him away, but he simply tightened his grip, pulling her flush against him so she could feel his erection, hard and insistent.
She froze, but Seo Tae-joon soothed her. “It’s okay,” he whispered. Then, he shocked her by shoving himself back inside her all at once. She cried out at the sudden intrusion.
“How are you so pretty?” Seo Tae-joon asked, already beginning to thrust.
“Stop!” Ji-woo cried out. “Stop!”
But he was relentless, pounding into her with a tireless energy. His movements were fervent and fast, his hips working against her with a primal urgency. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed in the quiet dawn.
“Ji-woo,” he groaned, his pace slowing as his thrusts grew deeper. “It’s so good, Ji-woo.”
He hit a sensitive spot deep inside her, and Ji-woo couldn't help but moan. She felt him cup her breasts from behind, his thumbs playing with her nipples. His hips kept moving as he toyed with her, sucking gently on her earlobe.
This wasn't their first time, but Seo Tae-joon was being far more aggressive than usual.
Ji-woo was about to scream when he pushed his fingers into her mouth. Hazy with arousal, she began to suck on them, and his movements only grew rougher in response.
When she bit down gently on his fingers, he laughed. “Good morning, Ji-woo.”