A sharp cry escaped her, even though his playful bite left no trace.
“Ouch!”
Normally, he would have fussed over her, worried that his little pup might be hurt.
But even Sohwa’s dramatic overreaction didn’t faze Dohwi in the slightest.
Instead, he simply flipped her slender body over and pulled her hips toward him.
“Knees up.”
Sliding his hand under her stomach, Dohwi effortlessly positioned her as he desired.
“Spread your cheeks.”
Across the mountains, tales of the mighty tiger lord of Mount Taeryong had spread far and wide.
Dohwi’s dominance as a great ruler of the mountain was unmatched—and Sohwa only truly felt the weight of that reputation when she shared a bed with him.
“Dohwi....”
“Spread it yourself with your hands.”
His command left no room for refusal. He didn’t need to glare at her with his fearsome, deathly gaze.
The deep, resonant tone of his voice, like a growl from within a tiger’s lair, was more than enough to send shivers through her.
“Nngh....”
