His paradoxical attitude—more relaxed when crossing boundaries than when trying to maintain them—felt unfair.
I couldn’t just stand there taking it, and I didn’t hold back my impulses.
As I moved closer to him, our legs intertwined. I deliberately pressed my body tightly against his. My thigh fit snugly between his legs, leaving no gap.
His gaze wavered with embarrassment. His Adam’s apple bobbed as if swallowing something. His reactions were honest.
I caressed his shoulders, tracing their shape, while subtly pressing down below.
“If you’re going to do it, do it properly…”
My words were swallowed by him.
His lips, which had been temptingly full, devoured mine. Unable to resist his own hunger, he lunged forward before I could even tempt him to eat me.
The hand supporting the back of my head was gentle yet firm. It mimicked a gentleman’s touch but with impure intentions—holding me in place to fully receive his kisses.
He…