Bloodline of Sin
His lips grazed the pulse point, open-mouthed and wet.
Jun gasped, arching his back. A jolt of pure electricity shot through him, pooling low in his belly.
Min’s hand on his hip tightened, fingers digging in. His body bucked slightly against the mattress, seeking friction.
Min's hands roamed Jun's body with urgent need, sliding under his shirt to grip his waist. He lifted Jun effortlessly, changing their positions, with Jun’s back now pressed against the cool mattress.
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