When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|

(S02) Chapter 24

I wasn’t sure if I was trembling because of the intensity or the sheer weight of what this moment meant.

He moved slowly, deliberately, as if waiting for any sign of hesitation from me.

When none came, he undid the last button and let his fingers brush over my exposed waist before gripping the fabric of my jeans. His breath hitched, and his gaze flickered up to mine, searching.

“Ye Na,” he murmured, his voice low, reverent. “Are you sure?”

I swallowed hard, my heart hammering. “I already told you.” My fingers curled over the sheet. “Don’t stop.”

Something flickered in his eyes—something deep, intense. Without another word, he slowly tugged my jeans down, the denim sliding over my legs, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. His touch, even the slightest brush of his fingertips, sent my senses spiraling.

He tossed them aside, his hands trailing back up my thighs, lingering there as he took a moment to take me in. His gaze was burning, devouring every inch of my exposed skin.

“You’re unfair,” he murmured, his hands tightening slightly on my thighs.

I blinked. “What?”

His lips curved slightly, and he leaned in, his mouth hovering just above my bare shoulder. “You look… too good,” he whispered, his voice husky, teasing. “And you know it.”

Heat flooded my face. “I—”

His lips pressed against my shoulder before I could finish. A slow, lingering kiss. Then another, trailing lower, tracing over my collarbone, down to the swell of my chest. Each one was soft, unhurried, as if he wanted to savor the moment.

I let out a shaky breath, my fingers threading through his hair. “You’re—” My breath hitched as his mouth found a sensitive spot near my ribs. “You’re… unbelievable.”

He chuckled against my skin, his breath warm. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

His lips traveled lower, over the dip of my stomach, just above the edge of lace. I felt his breath there, hot and teasing, before he lifted his head, meeting my eyes.

His hands traced back up my sides, slow and careful, fingertips brushing the straps of my bra. His voice was quieter this time, almost hesitant. “Is this okay?”

I bit my lip, my chest rising and falling with each uneven breath. My fingers trembled as I reached up, helping him slip the fabric over my shoulders.

His eyes darkened as more of me was revealed, admiration mixing with something deeper. His thumb brushed against my skin, over the rapid beat of my pulse.

“I love you,” he whispered, almost to himself.

I felt my breath catch, my hands instinctively gripping his shoulders, grounding myself.

His lips found mine again, and this time, the kiss was different—deeper, more consuming. His hands framed my face, tilting me just right, as if he wanted to memorize every moment, every reaction.

I melted against him, my world narrowing down to just us, just this.

Han Wool’s fingers traced slow circles over my hips, his touch light yet deliberate. My breath hitched as he leaned over me, his lips brushing against my bare shoulder, sending warmth spreading through my skin.

His voice was low, almost teasing. “We should take away this little thing that’s stopping me from going further,” he murmured, his fingers grazing the fabric of my panties.