Cheon Areum's legs locked tighter around Yoon Seoyul's waist—thighs clamping down with bone breaking strength, heels digging into the small of his back with desperate strength. His arms wound around broad shoulders, fingers digging into sweat-slick muscle, nails leaving faint red crescents. He pressed his face in Yoon Seoyul's neck and shoulder, nose buried against warm skin, inhaling the thick vanilla scent in greedy gulps. His own pheromones poured out uncontrollably every breath he took made it feel like he was drinking fire.
"Areum?"
