He groans into my mouth, and I use that moment to push back, trying to take control again. But Han is stronger than he looks, and for once, he's not letting me win.
"Frustrated?" he murmurs between kisses, smirking against my lips.
I bite at his jaw...
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"Did they lock the door behind them?"
Seo's voice is low, a quiet murmur that slithers between us, wrapping itself around my spine and tugging, pulling.
My eyes flick toward the door for a fraction of a second. "I—uh, think so—"
But before I can even finish the thought, before my focus can fully return to the weight of his stare, his hand is already on me. Fingers firm, cradling my jaw with a kind of effortless possession that makes my breath stutter.
"Good."
The warmth of his palm spreads across my skin, fingertips pressing just enough to hold but not force. He isn't rushing. He doesn't have to. Seo has this way of moving—this slow, deliberate way of taking that doesn't ask for permission, because he already knows the answer. His other hand finds my waist, fingers curving into the fabric of my blazer, and it takes every ounce of restraint not to react too obviously, not to let my entire body betray me so easily.
But then he chuckles.
That quiet, knowing chuckle, like he's figured something out before I have, like he's mapped out my thoughts and already knows where they'll lead before I can catch up.
And fuck, that sound alone is enough to unravel me.
I exhale, long and slow, my eyelids growing heavier against my will, my pulse hammering beneath my skin. His touch sinks into me, warm and consuming, and when I finally, finally let my eyes open, he's already closer.
Seo watches me with that sharp, dissecting gaze of his—the kind that strips away every layer of composure I might still have left.
My voice is softer now, breathless and flustered from the sheer weight of his presence, but my expression remains calm, controlled, even as my chest rises and falls a fraction faster than before. I hold his gaze with a steady look, drinking in the depth of his brown irises, the slight part of his lips, the quiet anticipation humming between us.
"I could check—"
But I don't even get the chance to finish.
Seo's eyes flicker between mine for the briefest moment, something dark flashing through them—something decisive—before he cuts me off with his mouth.
His lips crash into mine, firm and commanding, and I barely manage to let out a muffled gasp before instinct takes over and my hands are in his hair, my fingers tangling into the soft strands as I drag him closer. A low sound rumbles in my throat as I tilt my head, opening for him, melting into him.
The kiss is slow but deep, wet and consuming, a push and pull between tongues and lips, the quiet, slick sound of it filling the air between us. He kisses me like he has all the time in the world to ruin me. No hesitation, no uncertainty—just the kind of deliberate, sensual hunger that has me aching.
