He kissed her again, deeper, his hand moving upward slowly, giving her time to object, time to remember she hated him, hated his gut. He reached for her thigh, then higher, and Ji Eun felt herself opening to him. If she let him continue, she would become his, wholly, completely.
Then his fingers found her most intimate flesh, and pleasure shot through her like lightning, making her cry out against his mouth. Now she was trembling now in earnest, not with fear but with the effort of holding herself together. "Let go," he whispered, his fingers moving with devastating skill.
And she almost did. But then—through the haze of desire—a memory surface. Mo Han.
Hyun Woo felt the shift in her. So he pressed harder, his mouth trailing along her collarbone, his hand moving more insistently. "Don't," he warned, sensing her withdrawal. "Don't think. Just feel." But Ji Eun was already thinking. She was remembering who she was.
With a strength she didn't know she possessed, she shoved against his chest—not a push, but a violent rejection. Hyun Woo stumbled back, surprise flickering across his features, his hand slipping from beneath her gown. "No," she gasped, her voice shaking.
She started moving, her hands trembling as she smoothed the silk of her nightgown. Hyun Woo reached for her, his expression darkening with jealousy, he had never been so much of anyone not until now.
"Ji Eun..."
"Don't follow me." Her voice steadied. "Don't speak to me. Don't look at me."