Chapter 93: Maybe I do have a problem
Mouth still pressed to Cheon Areum’s, Yoon Seoyul hastily tugged off his shirt, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. His hands moved to Cheon Areum’s clothes—but then, abruptly, he paused. He pulled back with visible reluctance, his breath uneven, eyes dark with desire as they lingered on him, burning with a thin string of restraint.
"Do you want to sleep?"
But his words were the complete opposite. Cheon Areum brushed his lips against Yoon Seoyul’s cheek in a daze, his mind already preoccupied with the thoughts of being taken by the alpha in his reach; as if he was in heat, he released his pheromones that trapped Yoon Seoyul with the same desire.
"You want me to go sleep after doing all that?"
"Just sleep for tonight..."
Yoon Seoyul muttered as Cheon Areum with a solid push to Yoon Seoyul’s chest, swiftly reversed their positions, sitting on his stomach. His hands roamed over Yoon Seoyul’s bare chest, fingers exploring as beads of sweat slid down his jaw onto his muscles, catching the light in the dim room.
"I don’t want to, though."
Cheon Areum spoke in a low, sultry voice, gazing down at Yoon Seoyul with unwavering intensity. Yoon Seoyul’s hands clutched his thighs tightly, fingers digging into the flesh through the soft cotton fabric. Despite the fire in his eyes and the strain in his touch, he responded—still trying to reason with Cheon Areum, even as every part of him betrayed how little he truly wanted to stop.
"Don’t give in so easily... I might not be able to stop myself later."
"That’s why you want me to say no?"