The kiss was a desperate, messy collision. It wasn't the careful Ki-hoon anymore; it was the man who had been starving for this connection, finally allowed to feast.
As he pulled me closer, the wet fabric of his shirt pressed against my bare chest, the cold silk contrasting sharply with the furnace of my skin.
I let out a broken moan into his mouth, my fingers digging into his shoulders. The heat was no longer a cage—it was a demand.
"Slowly," Jin-Yeok's voice came from behind me, a low, steady anchor.
I felt Ki-hoon's hands slide down to my waist to hold me steady so I wouldn't slip on the damp sheets.
"Ki-hoon," Jin-Yeok called again. "Be careful so you don't lose your head and hurt Jo-Pil."
Ki-hoon broke the kiss, his breath hitching as he stared down at me. His eyes were dark, almost black with the intensity of his Alpha instincts, but he was still trying to be the man I needed.
He seemed hurried... Desperate... My Pheromones were doing a lot to his mentality.
