Sora's POV
I might have teased him too far.
Because now Yeongjae was above me, hovering, caging me in with his arms, looking at me like I was something he intended to devour completely.
"Did you have fun playing with me?" he asked, the corner of his mouth lifting in a dangerous smirk.
"I—I wasn't playing with—"
"Shut up."
The words were low, rough, and before I could react, his hand was on my jaw, holding me still as his mouth crashed into mine. His tongue swept inside, deep and claiming, stealing every ounce of control I thought I still had.
"Mmm—" I tried to protest, but the sound dissolved into a helpless moan when his body pressed closer.
I was already lost.
His free hand slid down my thigh, hooked into my panties, and stripped them off in one swift motion. The cool air against my heated skin made me shiver, but the sensation didn't last long—because he spread my legs and settled between them, his hardness brushing against my slick folds.
I gasped.
