She sees why they call it the “little death,” now. It’s as if he falls apart, tortured in some exquisite, erotic way as if the pleasure is pain and he succumbs to it as a warrior might fall on the battlefield. Feeling rather pleased with herself, Kisa swallows and wipes her mouth with a finger, utterly satisfied to see Seokga reduced to a limp, panting figure beneath her, cheeks flushed pink. He reaches for her, and she lies beside him, resting her head on his chest, while he wraps an arm around her.

“You’re a quick fucking study,” Seokga mumbles into her hair, and she laughs.

—can barely—fucking breathe—she’s—perfect—came so fast—like a fucking—teenager—embarrassing—

“Perhaps it’s some muscle memory from my last life,” she jokes, and he chuckles, an exhausted, sated sound. His fingers trail down her stomach, lazily slipping past the waistband of her pants. A moment later, all hints of his weariness are gone.

“You’re lovely,” he murmurs, and Kisa trembles in pleasure as Seokga, suddenly intent, peels off her remaining clothing and gazes down at her in worship. “Let me touch you,” he begs.

“Yes,” she sighs. Her blood sings as he drags a finger down her folds, as he swirls the small nub at the apex. Their roles quickly reverse, for Kisa is the one panting and moaning now as Seokga kisses her there. His tongue coaxes the most humiliating noises from her, and he doesn’t stop until she’s climbing that peak and falling off, thighs shaking as he holds them open. She scrabbles in the sheets for purchase as she comes back down, Seokga only pulling away when she is thoroughly and utterly spent. His lips gleam and he looks incredibly pleased with himself as she draws him in for a kiss. Seokga’s length prods gently at her as Kisa nips at his bottom lip.

“Please,” Kisa begs.

—gods know—I can never—say no—to her—

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Seokga

He’s terrified of hurting her as he hovers over her, inside her, letting her get used to the feeling. He’s sheathed to the hilt, and trembles with the effort of remaining still. Kisa’s face is flushed and her eyes are dilated so much that they are nearly black as she gazes up at him.

When she shifts against him with a wordless plea, Seokga slowly, so slowly, begins to move, rolling his hips against hers until she moans in pleasure. Kisa gasps as he finds their rhythm, and Seokga could lose himself forever in the feeling of her. Pleasure gathers in the base of his spine, and Kisa’s begun to pant, too, gripping his ass in her hands as she pulls him forward (and she’s looking very smug about it, too—he’s aware that he really does have a great ass).