Both of them were panting—hard, ragged breaths filling the flower-scented room. Taehyung stayed buried deep inside her, hips still flush to hers, cock twitching with aftershocks. His forehead rested between her breasts, sweat-slick skin pressed to sweat-slick skin. Koo’s legs were still loosely wrapped around his waist, ankles crossed at his lower back.

She let out a low, satisfied laugh—voice wrecked.