Ji-hye was already out cold by the time Joon-ho returned from the bathroom.
She lay sprawled across the bed, one hand tucked under her cheek, her lips slightly parted in the softest of breaths. The blanket had slid halfway down her hip, baring the smooth curve of her thigh. Her skin still glowed faintly, a sheen of sweat catching the dim light.
He stood there for a moment, watching her, feeling that strange blend of satisfaction and tenderness that always hit after they'd been together like this.
With a quiet sigh, he reached for the blanket and pulled it up over her, tucking the edge beneath her bare shoulder. She shifted slightly at the touch, a faint hum slipping from her lips, but didn't wake.
His cock, however, didn't get the memo.
It was still hard—rock-hard—throbbing in slow, steady pulses. Even after the way Ji-hye had clung to him earlier, milking him with every deep thrust until he'd spilled into her, his body refused to fully settle.
