CHAPTER 23 – Tangerine-flavored Snack (Part 2)

Seoyeon took a step towards Dojun. She loved the way his eyes were sinking lower and lower. The way his previously indifferent gaze now sharpened with desire. How his piercing stare made her body ache. The way his Adam’s apple rose and fell as he swallowed.

Even knowing he won’t be gentle with her tonight.

Seoyeon stood in front of him. His gaze sweeping over her body didn’t feel unpleasant. She hoped the dry, contained stare would start to waver. She wanted to see those eyes burning with scorching heat.

She allowed herself to straddle his thighs, pressing her body against his warm, maybe even hot, body.

With her seated on his lap, their eye levels were aligned. The peaks of her br*asts touched his chest, and his ar*usal pressed hotly against his lower abdomen. As she placed her hands on his shoulders, the corners of Dojun’s eyes narrowed. Looking into his eyes, she thought:

I’m clumsy. I can’t be as nonchalant as you. But I’m not completely honest either. I have to hesitate so many times and make so many decisions. Still…

I want you.

It’s a memory I have to bury. Because they’re memories that I’ll bury and pretend never happened after February, never to be recalled again.

Even if you’re not gentle, I…

Seoyeon cupped Dojun’s face with both hands. His body stiffened with a flinch. Imitating his habit, she gently ran her thumbs along his cheeks. She gazed at his frozen face.

Eyes that glowed as intensely as if headlights had been turned on once. Eyebrows that curved nicely above them. Angular cheekbones and a nose that wasn’t too smooth to be masculine. Tracing each feature with her eyes, she returned her gaze to his eyes.

So… hold me like this.

Not too coldly. But not too tenderly either.

Just enough to make me forget the night. Exactly that much.

Seoyeon gently brushed back the strands of Dojun’s hair that had fallen onto his forehead. She liked the feeling of his dark hair slipping through her fingers.

His eyes narrowed, and the corners of his eyes twitched. After a few seconds of looking into each other’s eyes, she knew what she wanted to do. Right now, in this moment, maybe for the rest of the day.

“Can I kiss you?”

Looking into his eyes, she asked. A hollow laugh burst from Dojun.

Taking that as a response, Seoyeon turned her head and pressed her lips to his. She held their lips for just long enough to blink a few times before she sucked his bottom lip in and bit down lightly.

A low curse could be heard between their joined lips. The next moment, Dojun gripped Seoyeon’s hair tightly. Receiving his rough, clashing kiss, Seoyeon squeezed her eyes shut.

It was a kiss that felt like it would devour her. Pouring out all the restraint he had been holding back, Dojun deeply pushed his tongue in. Their teeth clashed painfully as the tongue moved rapidly, and a surge rose from beneath Seoyeon.

Unaware of her body being lifted or her back touching the bed, Seoyeon gripped Dojun’s shoulders tightly, accepting his urgent tongue. Dojun moaned lowly as she licked against his impatiently curling tongue, and the sound sent a chill down her spine and made her shoulders tense.

I’ve been thinking about you all week, wondering if you’ve arrived in Seoul, wondering when I’ll hear from you, wondering why you haven’t called. Somehow, without realizing it, I’ve been waiting for you.

Ruffling the soft, retreating strands of hair, Seoyeon held Dojun’s lips for a long time. His distinctive masculine scent was making her head spin.

His body temperature almost feels hot. His deep, low voice. The feel of flesh against flesh. The intense, overwhelming strength. Everything about him made Seoyeon dizzy.

While sucking on Dojun’s lower lip, she wrapped her legs around his waist. She loved the groans rumbling in his throat. Lifting the hand that had been on his neck, she slid it into his hair. At that movement, Dojun gripped Seoyeon’s br*ast.

His large hands roamed all over her body. A tingling sensation shot through her lower stomach. Her insides clenched, craving something. No matter how much she twisted her hips, it wasn’t satisfying.

She couldn’t wait any longer. She wanted it as desperately as the time she had waited. Her blood was drying up with a thirst that only Dojun could quench.

“…Give it to me.”

Seoyeon said to Dojun, breathing heavily. Dojun broke the kiss and looked up. The dryness had vanished without a trace from his scorching eyes. Just the sight of his gaze made her center throb.

“Say it.”

Dojun gripped her chest. Once again, a stinging sensation pierced her body. Seoyeon bit her lips and let out a moan.

“…Please put it in.”

Out of embarrassment and dizziness, she trailed off. Looking up at Dojun with eager eyes, she breathed.

“Say it.”

Dojun spoke in a low voice. His eyes, bright like a lit fire, were burning intensely. Seoyeon, still feeling bashful, covered her eyes with her arm and opened her mouth.

“Put it… in me.”

Muttering a curse under his breath, Dojun forcefully pushed his body in. A dull pain, as if his body was being split in two, accompanied the hot and rigid intrusion. Overwhelmed by the sensation rising to her throat, Seoyeon let out a muffled sound and curled up her body.

“Relax.”

Dojun said, his brow furrowed. The veins on his forehead were protruding. She wanted to relax, but it wouldn’t obey her will. The tightly stretched area was throbbing. As she tried to push it away by curling her legs, a deep crease formed on Dojun’s brow.

“Just relax.”

Seoyeon nodded. That’s what she wanted to do. But it wouldn’t happen as she wished. Holding her breath, her body trembled, and she could see Dojun’s Adam’s apple rising and falling. The arms that Seoyeon was gripping were also tense with strength.

“It’s been a long time……. It’s been a long time……. I guess.”

When Seoyeon said that, Dojun laughed in disbelief. He laughed a little weakly, then his eyes searched her face, his eyes darkening, and he bit her chin. When Seoyeon flinched, he frowned and tightened his grip on her arm.

“You wouldn’t have come if I hadn’t called you.”

Seoyeon could feel the pulsing rhythm from Dojun’s body fully pressed against her. Shaking her head, Seoyeon wrapped her legs around Dojun’s waist. Her voice came out muffled from their deep connection.

“I was going to contact…….”

“When.”

“Today.”

Dojun let out a hollow sound and withdrew his body. The sensation of him pulling out scraped her insides, and Seoyeon tensed her legs.

“You’re lying.”

“It’s true… Ugh.”

In the middle of her words, Dojun pushed his body in deeply, eliciting a muffled sound. After a few movements, her vision became blurred, and her insides were burning hotly. Dojun’s solid body, scorching temperature, and masculine scent fueled Seoyeon’s desire.

With a long exhale, Dojun, deep inside her, cupped her cheek with one hand, caressing her with his thumb while gazing at her. His gaze was so deep that she couldn’t help but look down.

“I’ve endured for too long.”

Muttering those words, Dojun raised his hips. The ceiling started to shake and tremble. Moans and embarrassing sounds filled the room. The electric current that had been coursing through her veins suddenly burst out, piercing her body.

Dojun pushed his body in deeper, deeper, and kissed Seoyeon’s lips for a long time. Seoyeon tightly squeezed her legs around him and embraced his back. Like darkness, his body settled over hers.

Seoyeon thought she should take a shower. There was a reason for this thought. It was because Dojun, who had been covering her body, turned to the side, taking Seoyeon’s body with him. So they were now facing each other, lying in Dojun’s embrace. They stayed like that for a while, but he didn’t say anything, didn’t do anything.

“I’ll go take a shower.”

Seoyeon spoke first. It felt a little funny to speak while looking at his shoulder.

“Secretary Kang.”

As Seoyeon was about to take a shower, Dojun said something unexpected. His voice came through her skin.

“He’s giving me some kind of snack.”

The tangerine-flavored cookie that Dojun had carelessly thrown onto the island came to mind. It was her grandmother’s favorite snack, and she never forgot to buy it whenever she went to Jeju Island.

“I don’t eat them.” 

Thinking, “Could it be that he brought it for me?” she lifted her head, but Dojun’s chin was touching the top of her head, so she couldn’t see his expression.

“In case your blood sugar drops.”

She laughed at the mention of low blood sugar.

Dojun rolled over to Seoyeon’s side and hovered over her, planting his hands on either side of her head. Looking at the still-smiling Seoyeon, he said,

“I think you’re still okay, so you can eat later.”

No, I’m fine. 

As Seoyeon was about to say, Dojun pinned her arms to the bed and lowered his head. Even then, Seoyeon didn’t know. She didn’t know that she would be driven to the brink of white-hot ecstasy by his persistent caresses, that she would sob and thrash her body, and that she would eventually cling to Dojun, screaming.

Seoyeon was still unaware.