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By the time she pulled him back up, she was trembling. He kissed her mouth, and she could taste herself on his lips. It should have embarrassed her. It didn’t. She reached between them, her fingers closing around him. He inhaled sharply. “Yeon-kyung.” “Hmm?” “I am trying to be careful.” “You can be careful in a minute.” He laughed, low and rough. She guided him to her, and he paused, his forehead resting against hers. “Yes?” he whispered. “Yes.” He pushed into her slowly. She gasped, her nails digging into his back. He went still, breathing hard. “All right?” “Yes. Just—give me a second.” He waited. His thumb stroked her hip. Then she rolled her hips, and he groaned. After that, there was no more talking for a while. He moved carefully at first, mindful of his side, but she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer, and he stopped being quite so careful. She bit his shoulder. He pressed his mouth to her throat and sucked again. She arched up and met him, and the bed creaked softly beneath them.