A shuddering groan escaped Taehyung as the last tremor faded. He collapsed forward onto her sweat-slicked back, his immense cock still buried deep. His weight pinned her breathlessly to the leather sofa. Koo trembled beneath him, her cheek pressed against the cool couch, utterly spent.

His fingers traced lazy paths through the damp tendrils clinging to her neck. He pressed soft, unexpected kisses along her damp shoulder – gentle, almost tender contrasts to the bruising roughness moments before. His hand drifted down, fingertips feathering lightly over the curve of her ass, tracing the reddened, stinging handprint his palm had left. A soft sigh escaped her swollen lips. "Mmmm..."