t/w: NSFW
Dion took Ye Jin's hands and guided them to him, letting her feel the heat of his arousal through the fabric. Her eyes widened, and she flinched slightly, her breath catching in surprise at how hard and warm he felt beneath her fingertips.
A deep, magnetic laugh rumbled from Dion's chest. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "What's wrong, my precious little Ye Jin?" he murmured, his voice thick with amusement and desire.
Before she could respond, his lips found her neck, trailing slow, burning kisses down to her collarbone. He tugged at the fabric of her dress, slipping it from her shoulders revealing more of her to his hungry gaze. He paused for a moment, admiring the marks he'd left on her skin, red, tender spots that decorated her like his personal signature.