Mouth still pressed to Cheon Areum's, Yoon Seoyul hastily tugged off his shirt, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. His hands moved to Cheon Areum's clothes—but then, abruptly, he paused. He pulled back with visible reluctance, his breath uneven, eyes dark with desire as they lingered on him, burning with a thin string of restraint.
"Do you want to sleep?"
But his words were the complete opposite. Cheon Areum brushed his lips against Yoon Seoyul's cheek in a daze, his mind already preoccupied with the thoughts of being taken by the alpha in his reach; as if he was in heat, he released his pheromones that trapped Yoon Seoyul with the same desire.
"You want me to go sleep after doing all that?"
"Just sleep for tonight…"
