Hwang stared at her, his brown eyes dark with desire. Mi-Na lay before him, her long braid sprawling around her. A rosy blush kisses her cheeks, her luminous eyes shining bright. Her luscious body so exquisitely bare; her creamy, soft skin calling for him. He drinks her in; from the fullness of her breasts, to the curve of her hips. She places a dainty hand on her neckline, delicately tracing it with her fingertips. She lets it trail over a breast, down to her hip, her eyes beseeching him.

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Hwang hovers over her, his face taut, sensual. He leans in close, breathing her in, thoroughly intoxicated. She places a finger on his mouth, tracing his lips. He kisses it ever so softly, eliciting an appreciative sigh. She smiles sweetly at him, her lips beckoning him. He captures her mouth, ravenous for her, hungry with love. His hands strokes her thighs, needing to feel, needing to touch. She arches her hips into him, writhing in supplication. Oh, how she needed him! It was such exquisite agony, lying underneath him, wanting his touch. It was driving her crazy!

Hwang watched Mina, unfolding so exquisitely before him, like a delicate flower opening up to the morning sun. She was so beautiful, so radiant. She was his sweet mugunghwa, his Rose of Sharon. He was her sun, her morning light.

Mina breathed in deep, as she felt his silk stalk, caressing her from deep within. She looked into his eyes, seeing her joy reflected in him. It was a mutual connection, a mutual understanding. No one else knew her the way he did. No one else could give her such exquisite pleasure. Her spirit would leave her body and soar high, flying to the moon. It was simply incredible. There was no other man she would trust her body to, no other man she would give all of herself. Her life was in his hands.

They would move as one, in rhythmic unison, their bodies thoroughly entwined, knowing only each other, writhing in the night… writhing as one.