Ki-hoon had stayed on me the entire time.
Even when the room was spinning, and the others were taking what they wanted, Ki-hoon's gaze never wavered. When he had finally moved over me, his touch wasn't like the others. It wasn't the brutal, territorial claim Seo-Jun had made.
Ki-hoon had moved with a steady, rhythmic pressure that felt almost... careful. As he thrust into me, he didn't look at me like a prize or a secret he'd finally uncovered. He looked at me as if I were someone he'd known for years. As if I were his lover, and this was a homecoming rather than a desperate act of heat-fueled survival.
I looked at the ceiling, my breath hitching as the soreness in my hips flared. I had wanted to be a wallflower. I had wanted to crawl on the wall where no one would notice me.
Now, I was lying in a luxury suite, pinned down by the kings of the school, and the 'monk' who had taken my first kiss was currently draped over my side like he never intended to let me go.
