Dong-Hoon lifted his gaze and their eyes met, the moment was like a spark. He leaned his face again placing a gentle peck on her lips and trailed her jaw and then neck with wet kisses. Se-Young bit her lower lips closing her eyes tightly and curling her toes as the giddy feeling surged through her body.
He sucked her skin an inch below her collar bone and her breath hitched at the new tingling sensation and a soft pair of breaths escaped her mouth. Dong-Hoon could taste the essence of her citrus-based body wash.
He pulled his face away looking at the crimson red Se-Young, nibbling on her lower lip with the light purple mark he just left on her skin. He leaned his face again, placing his forehead against her. “I guess all those exercises were worth it.” he let out a breathy chuckle.
