Sora's POV
When I opened my eyes, the world was still spinning, but the first thing that came into focus was Yeongjae, hovering above me, brushing damp strands of hair off my forehead with a tenderness that didn't match the wicked things he'd just done to me.
He was smiling. Not smug. Not teasing. Proud.
As if he'd just conquered something he'd been determined to win.
"You alright?" he murmured, thumb grazing my temple.
I nodded, breath still uneven. "Not bad… for a first-timer," I teased weakly.
Big mistake.
His expression darkened in an instant, heat flooding his eyes, hunger replacing the softness. "I'm not done, don't be complacent," he said, voice low and rough. "I want to feel you come when I'm inside you."
My pulse jumped.
Before I could even process the words, I felt his cock, hard, hot, pressing against my entrance, unmistakable.
"Yeongjae…" His name slipped out of me like a warning and a plea all at once.
