Yura's hands slid up to Jiyeon's shoulders, pulling her closer as their lips moved together in a heated, tender dance. Jiyeon's hand found its way to Yura's neck, her thumb stroking the delicate skin just below her ear, sending shivers through Yura's body. The warmth of their kiss deepened, and Jiyeon's breath became ragged, the hunger for Yura building like a fire igniting within her. It was a dangerous game how easily they could lose themselves in each other, but neither cared.
Yura, always the one to keep control, was losing it. Her fingers tightened around Jiyeon's shoulders, nails slightly digging into her skin as if grounding herself from the intensity of the moment. Jiyeon felt it too the pull between them, the irresistible need to close every possible inch between their bodies. She responded by gripping Yura's waist and tugging her even closer, practically lifting her from the chair into Jiyeon's lap.
