When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|

(S02) Chapter 24

I gasped against his mouth, and he took that opportunity—his tongue slipping past my lips, slow at first, teasing, before he tasted me fully.

A shudder ran through me as his lips moved with expertise, hot and demanding, sucking my lower lip between his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. I couldn’t think—I could barely breathe.

His hands traveled lower, gripping my waist, and I felt the way his fingers flexed, like he was trying to keep himself from completely losing control.

I tugged at his hair, and he groaned, the sound vibrating against my lips, sending heat pooling in places I wasn’t ready to acknowledge.

His mouth left mine only for a second—only long enough for me to take a breath before his lips trailed lower, grazing my jaw, down to the sensitive skin of my neck. He kissed it softly, before sucking just enough to make my breath hitch.

"Han Wool," I gasped, my fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to reality.

He hummed against my skin. "Hmm?"

I couldn’t even form words. I only pulled him back up, slanting my mouth over his again, tasting, taking, giving. His lips molded against mine like they were meant to be there. His tongue met mine in a slow, deep rhythm, each stroke sending a pulse of heat through my body.

His lips lingered on mine as he slowly pulled away, but not completely. His tongue darted out, tracing my lower lip before he sucked it into his mouth again—slow, deep, like he was savoring the taste of me. A low hum vibrated in his throat as he released it with a soft pop, only to tilt my chin slightly and latch onto my neck.

A sharp gasp escaped me as his lips parted against my skin, his tongue soothing before he sucked, slow and deliberate, just enough pressure to make my head fall back. Heat coiled deep in my stomach as his teeth grazed the sensitive spot beneath my jaw.

Then, finally, he exhaled, his breath hot against my skin, and pulled away completely.

His gaze was dark, hungry. His fingers flexed where they rested on my waist as if he was restraining himself. And then, in a voice that was husky, low, and laced with pure need, he said—

"I think we need a room."

I barely registered the words before my fingers curled around his collar, yanking him back down to me. My body moved before my mind could catch up—I nodded, breathless, heart pounding.

That was all it took.

His hands slid down, gripping my thighs, and in one smooth motion, he lifted me off the ground. A gasp left my lips as my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, his arms securing me effortlessly.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass, cupping it fully as he adjusted his hold, pressing me closer—so close I could feel every inch of him against me.

My hands tangled in his hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp as his lips brushed against mine again, teasing, tempting, as he carried me toward the room.

He kicked the door open, not bothering to turn on the lights as he stumbled into the room. He pressed me against the door for a breathless second, his forehead resting against mine. His eyes, dark with desire, searched mine for permission—for confirmation that I wanted this just as much as he did. My answer came in the form of my lips capturing his once again, deep and urgent. His hands roamed over me, fingers splaying across my back, tracing down the curve of my waist, gripping me like I was something fragile yet utterly his to hold.

He carried me to the bed, laying me down with a gentleness that contradicted the fire in his eyes. He hovered over me, his hands on either side of my head, caging me in as if afraid I might slip away. But I wasn't going anywhere. Not now. Not after everything.