The air in the spacious room grew heavy with impassioned cries. From the moment she stepped into the hotel room until now, over the past ten minutes, Yi-soo struggled to maintain her composure. The touch against her supple skin beneath her blouse was unyielding.
With his strong, large hands, the man firmly gripped her bre*sts, eliciting a heated gasp that escaped her parted lips. His eyes glistened with anticipation, flickering like a candle flame in a breeze, as Yi-soo trembled and clung to the man’s shoulders.
“Wait, just a moment, Mr. Yoon,” she managed to say between breaths.
“It’s not that simple,” he replied huskily.
Confused, she asked, “Then what is it?”
“You have to figure it out, Seo Yi-soo,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
The man had a way of concealing answers, regardless of who he became. Whether one might perceive it as impolite or commanding.
As his deep voice gently caressed her ear, a shiver coursed through her entire body. Lowering his head, the man sensually licked her swollen n*pple with his warm, velvety tongue.
An unfamiliar sensation surged up her spine, one she had never encountered before, causing Yi-soo to instinctively shut her eyes tightly, shutting out her sight.
The room was filled with lewd noises as the man suckled on her bre*sts, causing Yi-soo’s arous*l to intensify. He gently nibbled her n*pple as he slid her drenched underwear down to her ankles. His touch felt so natural that she scarcely realized her own exposure.
The sensation of his thumb’s firm tip pressing against her cl*toris overwhelmed her with pleasure. Yi-soo instinctively squeezed her knees together, her fingers fumbling restlessly against the man’s arm.
“Mr. Yoon… please, just a moment,” she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation.
“I already told you, I’m not Mr. Yoon,” he replied sharply.
What was happening? It was driving her to madness, like a lost wanderer unable to make sense of their surroundings.
Gazing at the expanse of her snow-white thighs, an urge to sink his teeth into the delicate flesh and leave countless red marks surged up within him, almost reaching his throat.
Possessiveness or a primal longing. It was a raw emotion he couldn’t quite define, not yet familiar enough to put into words.
With narrowed lips, the man firmly grasped her knee with his large left hand, causing faint veins to appear on his forearm. As she wrestled with pulsating sensations, he slipped his index and middle fingers inside her.
Her moist walls eagerly embraced his lengthy and robust fingers, causing Yi-soo to gasp and take a deep breath in response to the unfamiliar sensation at her tight entrance. Lost in the confines of her limited space, her hand finally clutched onto the bed sheets.
“Hah! Ahh…!” she mo*ned, biting her lower lip, her head becoming damp with anticipation. Alongside a moist whimper, the sound of friction pierced her ears with each movement of the man’s wrist. His fingers, drenched in transparent fluids, ruthlessly explored the heated depths within.
Her gaze fixed on his reddened lips, as if he had bitten them in anticipation. She longed to taste their plush softness while the man fought against his own desires, his lips moist as his velvety tongue joined the play, spreading and narrowing his fingers.
“Uhng…!” A gasp escaped Yi-soo’s lips as she felt an urgent widening sensation. Her walls clenched tightly around his thick fingers, pulsating with fervor. It was becoming too much. She felt herself on the verge of surrender. Unconsciously, she raised her head and reached for the face before her.
“No…! Stop, please. I can’t take it anymore…” she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation.
“That’s not how you beg… Hah,” the man chuckled, a smugness evident in his tone. He feigned relaxation, but his restlessness was evident from the bulge in his pants.
He gazed at her pleasure-stricken face, wondering why he desired the torment. The urge to push her relentlessly until the word “please” escaped her lips consumed him. No matter how much she begged and scratched his back with her nails, he had no intention of stopping.
With an abrupt increase in the number of fingers, Yi-soo teetered on the edge of losing herself. She expected some accompanying pain, but the man focused solely on the point that brought her the most pleasure. Just his fingers alone were enough to drive her to madness. But what would happen when his own member touched and pressed against her insides? The thought made her vision blur.
“I can’t endure this anymore…” she whispered, her parched lips barely forming the words.
However, the man before her showed no signs of stopping, oblivious to her plea. Tears clouded her eyes, obscuring her vision. In a moment of desperation, Yi-soo tightly shut her eyes and gripped his collar. As the overwhelming pleasure coursed through her, her grip weakened, but she regained her composure.
When she eventually opened her eyes, she was met with his intense gaze, filled with lust.
“Huh, haa… Go… go slowly. Yoon Hyun-seong, you… you bastard…”
Finally. The man, or rather, Hyun-seong, let out a low chuckle, lifting the corners of his mouth. Her reactions stirred his curiosity, far beyond what he had imagined. Even now, Seo Yi-soo drove Hyun-seong to the brink of madness.
As he unbuckled his belt, his rigid member was exposed. It stood long and thick, surpassing a mere finger in size. Yi-soo’s face lost all strength as she lowered her heavy eyelids. Mo*ns involuntarily escaped her lips as he gently spread her eager and awaiting entrance. The night stretched out before them, and the dawn seemed infinitely distant.
How did we end up here…? she wondered, fleeting thoughts overtaken by the crimson ecstasy that enveloped them. One thing was certain—their profound entanglement had begun with a single letter.