Grabbing her chin, Dohwi lifted her face, burying his nose in her nape and inhaling deeply.
His growl was more pronounced, savoring the heightened scent of Sohwa’s arousal, but to her, it sounded like a violent and merciless growl of a predator.
“Please....”
She felt his sharp teeth with every bite.
His rough tongue licking her nape made it clear he was a tiger.
Sohwa, frozen to the tips of her fingers, had no choice but to endure Dohwi’s violent, lustful thrusts.
After he finished, she lay there for a while, seemingly lifeless.
Slowly, Dohwi pulled out, causing Sohwa to jolt as his tip caught at her entrance.
When he fully withdrew, the gaping sensation left her with a sense of emptiness inside.
She felt something warm and sticky beginning to trickle down her clitoris.
Dohwi clicked his tongue in mild disappointment.
“Why... W-What’s wrong...?”
Sohwa asked, her curiosity piqued despite her exhaustion.