Dana clamped a hand over her mouth as Doha moved rapidly inside her.
Gripping her hips hard enough to ache, he snatched her hand away.
“Make noises,” he commanded in a low voice.
As if granted permission, she immediately parted her lips.
“Hah, Ahh…!”
A faint smile touched Doha’s lips, his brown eyes reflecting her pale, trembling body.
She was bent over the sofa, her upper body resting on the cushions as he rocked her violently.
“You’re enjoying it this much,” he murmured, “and you still talk about leaving?”
“I was wrong… I didn’t mean it…”
He didn’t reply, a clear sign he wouldn’t let her off easily.
His thumb rubbed the small bud of flesh just above where they were joined.
When she moaned, he explored her with his finger, smearing the slickness that seeped from their union over her clitoris.
His finger slid wetly.
Her hips jerked.
A thrilling sensation shot up her spine.
“Hah, Ahh… Oppa, it feels so good.”
“I know,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to watch himself thrust in and out of her.
His brown eyes darkened with a heated glow, and his movements grew rougher.
‘It hurts…’
His damp hand gently rubbed her pink nipple, his fingertips brushing against the silver ring piercing it.
The piercing, only on her right side, made that nipple subtly larger than the left.
It was proof of her submission.
Doha wanted her to be completely his.
Unlike Anya, who had deceived him, or Yeonhwa, who was a Guide to all, Dana was his and his alone, someone he had taken in with his own hands.
He wasn’t satisfied with her faithful obedience; he had to leave his mark on her in places others couldn’t see.
The day the sharp metal pierced her tender flesh, he had smiled more beautifully than ever.
As he tugged and twisted the silver ring, her expression tightened faintly.
He pressed his lips to the corners of her sorrowful eyes.
‘He’s cherishing me.’
Even with a piercing no decent woman would have, even while being taken so roughly, that’s what she thought.
Panting, she pleaded, “Doha… I want to form an Exclusive Bond with you.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“An Exclusive Bond is dangerous.
You know that.
More people will start targeting you.”
She knew who he meant—the members of the Lee family.
Doha was affiliated with the Awakened Center and was sometimes dispatched on missions, but that was essentially his military service.
The family elders planned to bring him into the company when he turned thirty.
This was a grace period, an agreement with the government.
She didn’t know the full extent of Yangwoo’s profits from the deal, but they wouldn’t be small.
And he was supposed to form an Exclusive Bond with a specific Guide?
A Contaminant, at that?
His length stabbed deep inside her.
For some reason, she felt like crying.
“Mmm.
It’s because you don’t want to lose your other Guides, isn’t it?”
Doha fell silent, his jaw tightening.
“If something… ah… happened to me, it would be a huge problem for you.”
Doha had three Guides: herself, Yeonhwa Hwang, and Saeron Kim.
It was the same logic as a clever rabbit digging three burrows.
Distrustful and cynical, his calculating nature would never accept the instability of being bound to a single person.
Without stopping his thrusts, he looked down at her.
Then he lowered his head and licked the tears from the corners of her eyes.
“I told you.
I have no intention of forming an Exclusive Bond with anyone.”
He slammed into a sensitive spot deep inside her.
She moaned and twisted her hips.
While her body grew feverish, her mind was a mess.
His cool lips stamped a kiss on her cheek.
She turned her head away without thinking.
He paused, then grabbed her chin and forced her to face him.
Their eyes met.
His cold gaze softened as he looked into her eyes, which were fighting back tears.
He gave her a light kiss.
The pace of his heated thrusts slowed to a gentle rhythm.
His lips brushed her cheek as he slowly, teasingly pushed into her.
The intimate contact made her release a hot, pent-up sigh.
“Don’t avoid me, Dana.”
She slowly opened her eyes.
He was staring at her, not with the coldness he showed others, but with dissatisfaction like a child.
Perhaps because she had been reminded of the old days, he felt new to her again.
His sharply angled face was much more mature than the one in her memory, and his eyes, flushed with desire, were more practiced than the moment he had first kissed her.
Of course they were.
They had kissed and tangled their bodies countless times.
She was happy.
Even if the intensity of that happiness varied, she was still happy just to be this close to him.
But for some reason, the feeling of suffocation only grew.
“Why the long face?”
Her gaze wavered like a weed in the wind.
He interlaced their fingers, kissed the back of her hand, and whispered, “Is there something you want to say?”
She bit her lip until it hurt and glared at him resentfully.
He smirked.
Looking at the face she loved, she swallowed a rising moan.
From a pitiful Gate victim, to his whipping girl, to his childhood friend and unregistered Guide, her feelings had remained constant.
She couldn’t imagine a life without him.
It was far easier to imagine how she could possess him, how she could proudly become the mistress of Yangundang.
But she wasn’t a fool, waiting with her mouth open for fruit to fall from a tree.
He might care for her, but he would never give her what she truly wanted.
That was just the kind of person he was.
And giving up on him was even more impossible.
She didn’t know what to do.
“You’re the most precious person to me.
You’re my only family,” she said, laying her heart bare.
“Me too,” he replied sweetly.
She hugged him, guiding his unstable, wavering white Esper aura.
He let out a satisfied sigh.
This was the most valuable thing she could do for him.
It was also her way of begging him not to abandon her.
He stopped moving, perfectly sheathed inside her, and kissed her round, slender shoulder.
His soft brown hair tickled her chin and cheek.
She ran both hands down his back as he entrusted his entire self to her small embrace.
It was a shame she couldn’t hold all of him at once.
Her chest remained tight.
Just then, he pulled out, slid his hands under her body, and lifted her soft, firm buttocks high.
Her eyes widened as her lower body was lifted in an instant.
He buried his face between her legs.
“Haah…!”
His tongue, slick and slow, licked the slick heat he had just occupied.
Then his lips gently took her small clitoris.
As his tongue skillfully swirled between her delicate inner lips, her hips trembled as if struck by lightning.
She tried to pull away, but her lower body only writhed against his mouth, a sight that fanned his excitement.
“Hnng, hah, mmmm…”
“How lewd,” he mumbled, his thumb smudging her wet clitoris.
The sensation of his hot voice, thick with arousal, between her legs made her feel as if she would climax at any moment.
As if he couldn’t take it anymore, he sat up and powerfully pushed his large erection into her slick entrance.
It slid in smoothly.
After thrusting deep inside her for a while, he whispered hoarsely, “On your hands and knees.”
She quickly flipped over.
He pressed his hips to her backside.
Her breasts were crushed against the leather sofa, and she curled her fingers, clutching at the seat that offered little purchase.
As she took him like an animal in heat, the union deepened.
He pressed down on her waist and drove forward forcefully.
She let out a cry that was almost a sob.
Her mind turned to mush.
The more lewd, messy things she did with him, the harder it became to think at all.