Pulled to his embrace, Seoyeon could feel how her nerves played in the same tune as his fingers. Whenever his touches brushed toward her back, shivers breaks throughout her entire body but it wasn't something she could not handle or that felt uncomfortable. It was the complete opposite.
Feeling how his hand caressed her waist and thighs all over while his lips traveling on the skin of her neck and collarbone, Seoyeon could not help but feel restless, "What are you doing now?"
"Tasting you," Jung Hwa smiled when meeting her eyes, after he pulled away from her neck, "Do you know how you smell right now? You smell Devine."
Rush of blood filled Seoyeon's cheeks, "You are daydreaming. I don't smell like anything."
"Yes, you do. You know I have never believed the saying of fated blood," Seoyeon raised her brows at hearing his words.
"What is fated blood?" She asked.
