Sung-Ho watched as Soo-Ah's steps carried her further from him, his fist clenching on the tent's flap until he drew it closed harshly.
How did the gods give him the strength to abstain?
He would have ravished her on the desk, on the floor, against the sturdy tent pole. The bed was too far. Because if they would have made it to the bed, he would have kept her there for days. Feeling no other kind of hunger except what they had for each other, drinking only when their lips became too parched from so much kissing, claiming her over and over until his muscles ached. Until she would say she could take it no more.
The inner beast he kept tamed until now came back to life and was begging to be set loose.
