In the imposing skyscraper that houses the influential Park Enterprises, Seonghwa serves as the ceo, a man whose authority and presence command respect and obedience. Known for his icy demeanor and unmatched business acumen, Seonghwa is a figure bot...
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: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐖𝐀 ༻⋆
Navigating through the darkened corridor, I could feel the weight of the evening's indulgences—the heady mix of alcohol and the intoxicating presence of Hongjoong, who was right beside me, pushing every boundary I had meticulously set for myself over the years. His sharp wit and the assertive way he returned my kisses had dismantled any last vestige of restraint I might have clung to. Now, here in the dark, all formalities were discarded as I gave in to the sensation of his touch, the heady thrill of wanton recklessness.
As we stumbled into a secluded space away from the raucous party, the dim light barely touching the edges of the room, Hongjoong's hands roamed over me with an urgency that mirrored the pounding of my heart. He unbuttoned my shirt hastily, his fingers skilled and determined, revealing my chest to the cool air of the room. The sensation of his lips against my neck, gently biting down, sent a wave of pleasure coursing through me, eliciting a moan that I could not suppress—a sound of pure satisfaction that seemed to echo off the close walls.
In response to his fervor, I let my shirt fall to the floor, the fabric whispering against the tiles. Our movements were hurried, fueled by a need to feel skin against skin without any barriers. As I pressed my lips to his, capturing his mouth with mine, I felt his leg hook over my waist, pulling our bodies even closer, the heat between us nearly overwhelming.
"Oh my god," Hongjoong breathed out, his voice a mixture of wonder and desire, his hands pulling me tighter against him. I felt the grip of his fingers at the back of my neck, firm and insistent. His breath, hot and quick against my face, spurred me on, and I deepened the kiss, sinking my teeth lightly into his bottom lip in an act of playful retaliation that seemed to drive him even wilder.
I threaded my fingers through Hongjoong's hair, tilting his head back to reveal his tattooed neck, illuminated softly by the moonlight filtering through the small window. I gripped his thigh, pressing into his skin as his nails dug into my back, his body grinding against me with urgent need. His features, partially obscured by the haze of our desire, were bathed in a gentle glow, his lips parted slightly in a mix of pleasure and anticipation.
"You look so tempting," I murmured, my voice low and husky. My hand traveled down to wrap around Hongjoong's erection, teasing him with a deliberate slowness that only heightened the tension between us. The teasing, however, was short-lived; my own desire had grown too intense to delay any longer.
I aligned myself at his entrance, gripping the back of his neck to pull his gaze to mine, forcing him to lock eyes with me. Then, with a decisive thrust, I eased into him in one fluid motion, burying myself deeply. His lips parted in surprise, quickly morphing into a moan of pleasure that filled the space between us, a testament to the raw connection we shared.
