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“Come,” he says decisively, his voice a low growl that leaves no room for argument.
He’s leading me to my room?
I want to protest, but everything happens so fast and the door closes behind us. Koh rips my tank top over my head and pulls my pants down. Determined, he pushes me backward until I hit the bed and finally sit down.
With my mouth open, I watch as he takes off his shirt and strips out of the rest of his clothes. The hungry, greedy look in his eyes and the determined way he stalks toward me leave me speechless.
My gaze falls on his left upper arm, where pale, healed scars shimmer on the inside. The cuts are so close to the armpit that they’d be hidden by a normal T-shirt.
What the hell…?
Did he do this to himself?
Why the fuck didn’t I notice it before?
My fingers twitch. I want to touch them, but Koh’s gaze holds me back—a silent plea not to ask, and I understand.
He kisses me hard, thrusting me backward until I’m lying flat on my back. The moment I feel his tongue in my mouth, I become powerless.
He can do whatever he wants with me. The fact that he’s doing anything at all already shatters my imagination.
I drink him in—his scent, his warmth—and crave even more touches as he hovers over me like a predator and only touches me with his hand on my cock.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me?” I gasp between kisses, pushing my hips up.
“Where are the condoms?” he asks.
“Over there.” I stretch my arm out and point at the dresser.
Koh climbs off the bed, grabs a condom and lube, then gets back on top of me and sits on my thighs.
“You got me so worked up,” he says as he peels back the packet and rolls the condom onto me. “I don’t know what you do to me, but when you’re like this, you shut down every safety mechanism I have.”
I laugh and admire his beautiful, toned torso. God, he’s sexy! Like a samurai whose burning gaze alone fuels my desire.
Koh opens the lube packet and coats my length with it, then he works some into himself. His cock is already half-hard again and finally close enough for me to touch. While he keeps fingering himself, he tilts his head back, clearly enjoying how I sensually stroke him.
I can see it in his muscles. They’re tense at first but gradually soften. Koh smiles at me contentedly. He shifts forward and positions himself over me. The air leaves my lungs as he lines up my cock and sinks down onto me.
“Fuck, Koh!”
I moan and throw my head back. The hot tightness drives me crazy.
Koh pauses to adjust to my size, breathes deeply, then sinks even lower.
Once I’m buried to the hilt inside him, he leans forward and exhales. I seek his lips, slide a hand into the back of his neck to hold him, and devour him.
He starts moving slowly. The friction makes my whole body tremble, and I gasp for air. Lip to lip, we look at each other, breathless and captivated by one another.
“Move,” Koh whispers, bracing himself beside my head.
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I grip his thighs and thrust my hips upward.
Koh moans and stretches his neck. Eyes closed, mouth open, he makes such an erotic sight that I thrust again. And again.
“Kuso!” he curses. “Harder.”
I smile and do exactly what he asks.
