He sucked the base of my neck, leaving a dark mark that would surely remain visible for days, and then moved down even further. His hot tongue traced a trail of fire across my chest, making my entire body shudder. I pulled my arms with more force, the Italian silk tie stretching against the wooden headboard. The sensation of being completely vulnerable under my husband's dark and lethal gaze was intoxicating.
Jun-ho's hands gripped my thighs, squeezing the sensitive skin as he spread torturous bites and kisses across my stomach.
— Jun... please... — I begged, my voice trailing off, my modesty completely evaporated.
— Please, what? — he teased, lifting his face to look at me. His black eyes seemed to absorb all the light in the room. He brushed his fingers around my center, sending electric shivers down my spine, but without giving me the firm touch I craved. — Do you think you can demand something with a nine on your report card, Salin?
