Eva
Jinman moved inside me with slow, gentle strokes, like he wanted to savor every second, like he wanted to etch this moment into his bones.
Our breaths mingled, heavy and ragged, and when his forehead pressed against mine, I felt the way his body trembled against me. "I missed you so much," he whispered, his voice strained with emotion.
I cupped his face, forcing him to look at me. His eyes, dark and filled with raw hunger, searched mine as if asking for permission to let go.
"Show me," I breathed. "Show me how much."
A growl rumbled from his chest, and suddenly, the slow, torturous rhythm snapped. He kissed me hard, desperate, and possessive, his hands gripping my thighs as he drove into me with a fervor that sent white-hot pleasure crashing through me.
I gasped, clutching at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. "Jin..."