10.3

Thump, thump, bang, bang.

Chaeyoon swayed to the beat of the music, which was slightly faster than her heartbeat.

It was a relief that the usual sticky gazes found in regular clubs were absent here, likely because most attendees were honeymooners or couples. 

Instead, the level of physical touch was high. Grinding close enough to merge bodies was the norm, and deep, intense kisses broke the rhythm of the dance frequently. The atmosphere felt so charged that none of it seemed out of place.

Chaeyoon was completely immersed in the atmosphere. Every time she did a s*xy wave, her body would touch Seonho’s and parted again.

In the dimly lit space, every flash of psychedelic lighting made Seonho’s face appear more like a statue than a human, sculpted by shadows.

And amidst that, his eyes shone like jewels catching light. 

No, they weren’t just shining. They were smoldering.

And those eyes were fixed on her, and his full, suggestive lips kept drawing her gaze.

As they danced, Seonho’s hand gripped and caressed Chaeyoon’s waist, his touch subtly traveling up her spine to caress her nape. His lips came close, teasing the lobe of her ear.

“Haah.”

Swept away by the slowly intensifying pl*asure, Chaeyoon wrapped her arms around Seonho’s neck. Unbeknownst to them, the music had changed—the rapid tempo that had been pulsing through their hearts slowed, and the melody turned sensuous, almost languid.

Chaeyoon swayed slowly to the rhythm, acutely aware of Seonho’s proximity, almost to the point of feeling a burning sensation on her skin. 

Was this what desire felt like? 

The familiar pl*asure he provided filled her with a rising heat throughout her body.

“Want to keep dancing?” 

Seonho asked, just when it seemed too much to bear any longer.

“No.”

On the way back to their room, they kissed repeatedly. The heat enveloping their bodies made it impossible to merely hold hands and walk.

As soon as they entered the room and the door closed, Seonho pressed Chaeyoon against it. Pushed by his force, her back hit the door, and the shawl draped over her shoulders fell to the floor.

“Can’t even make it to the bed.”

Seeing Seonho pinning her down with his arms and staring at her with the glare of a starving animal, Chaeyoon smiled a victorious smile.

She liked this look of yearning on him. Not bad at all—the way he looked at her with such desperation.

“You’re quite ar*used, aren’t you? Me too.”

Chaeyoon provocatively licked her lips, stirring a reaction from him.

Unable to resist the challenge, he fiercely covered her mouth, ravaging her lips and tongue roughly. He dominated her mouth impatiently and violently, as if to consume even her breath.

Oxygen deprivation can lead to a mix of agony and ecstasy, like now. When her mind was about to blur completely, his lips momentarily parted from hers.

“Haah, haah.”

Chaeyoon gasped for air.

“You shouldn’t provoke too much.”

His voice was low and growling, almost like a warning.

Oh, really, what are you going to do?

Chaeyoon sighed inwardly.

He went from being a s*xy sloth to a loving lover, and now he’s a beast?

Chaeyoon’s body responded to the potent scent of a dominant male, her skin tingling as if small currents ran through it.

“Don’t you know me? Telling me not to do something only makes me do it more.”

With rough movements, Chaeyoon stripped off his outerwear and threw it aside.

“That’s right, that’s who you are. If that’s the case, then I’ll also have you however I want.”

Seonho’s right hand cupped Chaeyoon’s chin in a dominant grip, and their eyes met.

The s*xy tension in his dangerous gaze made her stomach clench. Despite insufficient f*replay, her center was thoroughly wet, dampening her panties.

“Why? Trying to make me cry too?”

Chaeyoon provocatively licked her lips slowly.

“Not bad.”

“Do what you like. As long as you can satisfy me, I’m fine with anything.”

His hand slipped beneath her knit top, clutching her br*ast. Her n*pples were so sensitive that even a light touch made her body shudder.

“Hiss.”

Chaeyoon gasped for air as Seonho’s rough breath tickled her ear. 

One of his hands gripped her br*ast, and the other seized her hip, pulling her tightly against him. She could feel his ar*usal pressed firmly against her pelvis.

But it was her who couldn’t wait.

Desperate to feel him inside her, Chaeyoon unbuckled his black jeans. She slid her hands into his briefs, gripping his *ss tightly.

“Hmph.”

He writhed like a fish pulled from the water, emitting a short moan almost like a scream.

“Shh! Are you trying to advertise that we’re having s*x out loud?”

Chaeyoon giggled, whispering in his ear.

“Keep it down yourself.”

He swiftly stripped her leggings and panties in one go, then turned her towards the wall fitted with a mirror.

“Wait, this is…….”

Chaeyoon frowned slightly. Doggy style was a position she had always felt averse to and had never tried before.

“You said I could do anything, as long as it satisfies you.”

Seonho murmured into her ear, nibbling it lightly.

At that moment, Chaeyoon caught sight of herself in the mirror. 

Her hair was a wild mess, her face flushed red, her eyes glazed as if drugged. The reflection was that of a woman who had become so decadent.

Is that breathless, animal-like figure really me?

The sight of a woman so s*x-crazed was both shocking and arousing, enough to understand why Seonho could become so wildly unrestrained.

No longer resisting, Chaeyoon stared entranced into the mirror.

The woman in the reflection reached back, her hand sliding from the man’s waist down to his hips. The hard flesh of his manhood touched her palm.

As she did, the man gritted his teeth, tearing open a condom wrapper and deftly rolling it onto himself.

Seonho, in the mirror, did not take his gaze off Chaeyoon for even a moment. Overwhelmed by his stare, Chaeyoon gasped for breath. 

Just as she thought his hand would touch her waist, a solid foreign object split her core and thrust in.

“Ha, haak!”

Chaeyoon clamped her hand over her mouth to muffle the moan that escaped. She almost let the moans leak out the door. 

Chaeyoon took him in, bracing herself against the mirror with one hand.

Slap, slap!

The sound of his hips hitting hers echoed with a resounding noise. Chaeyoon succumbed to the swamp of pl*asure, closing her eyes. 

Completely surrendering to the beast-like man f*cking her from behind, she pressed her hands against the mirror, twisting her hips back towards him. The thrilling intensity of the new position weakened her legs.

He firmly grasped her waist, preventing her from slumping down, and thrust deeply into her. Each penetrating move made her body jolt and tremble with pleasure.

“Haah.”

“Don’t lose your focus; look at yourself right now.” 

Seonho firmly grasped Chaeyoon’s chin, forcing her to come to her senses.

“Do you know how pretty you look panting because of me?”

The way he spoke with his glittering eyes was maddening.

He thrust his hips hard and buried himself deep into Chaeyoon’s body.

“Mmm.”

Chaeyoon arched her back and writhed.

“Watch yourself driving me wild.”

He covered Chaeyoon’s mouth with his palm and moved his waist rapidly like rough waves.

If he hadn’t covered her mouth with his hand, the moans would have leaked out every time the solidly hardened er*ect*on stirred the hidden depths.

Moving as one on a wave of pleasure, they were being driven wildly insane by the intense pleasure. Raging like an overheated engine, Chaeyoon cl*maxed first, her body twisting and turning.

“Hah.”

As she reached the cl*max and tightly squeezed him, Seonho let out a rough moan and cl*maxed.

After finishing s*x, Chaeyoon was shaking. The frenzied s*x had been so intense that it felt like it had used up all the energy in her body in a short time.

Seonho grabbed Chaeyoon’s body and turned her around. Still caught in the aftermath of the madness, Chaeyoon looked at him with dazed eyes, panting.

“I don’t have the strength to walk.”

As Chaeyoon whispered this, he laughed softly and poured a gentle kiss on her.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

Seonho scooped her up in his arms and led her to the bedroom.

Chaeyoon admitted to herself that he had more stamina than her.