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STELLA’s POV
Cheol’s kiss was rogue, full of immediate tongue and teeth, pulling us harder together like he was punishing me. A pull of more than just bodies, a pull of desperation and yearning. A pull of greed-craving. So much more than I could ever anticipate but it gripped me in every way.
His tongue connected with mine, fighting, almost attacking, begging for more taste, and when his hips jerked against mine, I moaned. “Cheol…”
I gasped when the swell of him dug into my stomach until he lifted me up to wrap my legs around his waist and it hit that sweet spot having me crying.
What was happening to him?