IIYAKI

Seyeong's lips met Jeha’s, a seal being pressed to paper, igniting an overwhelming rush of pleasure that left his breath ragged. Instinctively, Jeha's tongue sought hers, hungry and primal, as though he were a beast claiming its prey. Just as he lost himself in the moment, a sudden slap on his back jolted him back to reality. He pulled away, laughing bitterly, brushing the back of his hand against her flushed lips. The cool night air did nothing to quell the heat surging through Seyeong’s body, her skin damp with sweat. That single kiss was so intense, it left her breathless—wondering just how much more her body could endure beyond that single, fiery connection…