Devouring Yerin (R18)

Yerin sank down onto me in one slow, continuous motion, taking every inch until her hips met mine and a shared, shuddering groan filled the quiet suite.

Heat. Tight, velvet heat that wrapped around me so completely it stole the air from my lungs. For a long moment neither of us moved. We simply stayed locked together, foreheads pressed, breathing the same air, the overwhelming fullness and the soft flutter of her walls around me threatening to short-circuit every coherent thought.

"Fuck… Yerin," I breathed, hands sliding up the smooth curve of her waist to steady her. "You feel—"

"I know," she whispered against my lips, voice already husky. "You feel huge. Perfect." She rolled her hips once, experimentally, and we both hissed at the friction. "Don't hold back, Seth. I want all of it."

I answered by surging up to capture her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss while my hands gripped her ass and guided her into a slow, rolling rhythm.