Chapter 67: Claimed From Behind

Joon-ho’s thrusts never lost their rhythm, but the angle of his hips shifted, the thick length of his cock driving upward inside her with a precision that made Ji-hye’s knees threaten to give out. Every time he bottomed out, the tip speared that deep, impossibly tender place inside her—her cervix—sending a shock of pleasure that made her cry out without shame. She could feel it opening, as though inviting him in, and her body clenched in reflex, drawing him further, deeper, until it felt like he was knocking at the very gates of her womb. "Ahhh—Joon-ho—" Her voice cracked, raw with need. "I—ahhh—love it from behind... I love it so much—" He growled low behind her, the sound vibrating through his chest and into her spine. His hands tightened on her hips, pulling her back hard against him. "Then take it. Take every inch." "I want it harder," she begged, her head hanging forward as her arms trembled to hold her up. "Please—harder—fuck me deeper—" Instead of answering, he grabbed one of her wrists, twisting it gently behind her back. His other arm snaked around her torso, and with a sudden pull he brought her upright until her back pressed fully to his sweat-slick chest. The shift forced him even deeper, the new angle making her eyes roll back. "Ohhh—" she gasped, toes curling into the sheets. His mouth found the curve of her nape, lips pressing hot and soft before sucking hard enough to pull a long, shivering moan from her. She could feel the sharp edge of his teeth, the heat of his breath, and when he pulled back, the faint sting told her he’d left a mark. "You’re mine," he murmured against her skin, his hips never slowing. "Anyone who sees this will know." "Yes—yours," she moaned back, the word breaking as he thrust hard enough to make her breasts bounce in his hands. Those same hands moved to cup her fully, fingers kneading the soft flesh, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Each sharp pinch sent another pulse of heat racing straight to her core. Her head tipped back against his shoulder, eyes half-closed, mouth parted. Her own arms reached up, looping around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. "Kiss me," she whispered, breathless. He didn’t hesitate. His mouth claimed hers in a messy, wet kiss, tongues tangling, their breath mingling as he fucked her in deep, pounding strokes. She moaned into his mouth, her sounds muffled but still trembling with need. One of his hands released her breast, sliding down the curve of her stomach until it found the slick heat between her thighs. His middle finger pressed directly to her clit, rubbing in tight, purposeful circles that matched the rhythm of his thrusts. The double assault made her whole body twitch, her breath hitching in broken gasps between kisses. "Ahh—ahhh—Jo—Joon-ho—" "That’s it," he breathed against her lips. "Come for me again." Her legs were shaking now, the deep fullness inside her combined with the relentless pressure on her clit making it impossible to think. She could only feel—every nerve lit, every muscle taut, every sound from her throat spilling without control. It hit her in a rush—a small but sharp orgasm that rippled through her muscles, making her body seize for a moment before softening into his hold. Her hips trembled, her head turning into his chest as she let out a breathy, almost embarrassed whimper. He held her upright with ease, her back flush to his chest, his palms full of her breasts. Every rough thrust pushed her forward, only for his grip to drag her back onto him again, his cock plunging into her soaked, clenching heat without pause. His thumbs swept slowly over her sensitive peaks, circling them until they hardened under his touch. When he pinched, she gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily—and he took the opportunity to drive into her harder, deeper, making her entire body jolt in his hold. The sounds between them were shameless now—every thrust met with the wet squelch of their bodies, the slick slide of his length inside her, her juices running freely down her thighs to drip onto the sheets below. Her moans were changing. At first, they’d been words—breathless pleas, desperate encouragement—but now they were breaking apart, melting into airy, half-formed sounds that spilled from her without thought. "Mmmm—ahhh—y-yes—don’t stop—so deep—so... good—ahhh—" He leaned in, his breath hot against the shell of her ear. "You’re getting silly," he murmured, his voice a low, dark curl of amusement. "Can’t even think straight when I fuck you like this, huh?" Her answer was a high, trembling moan, her head falling back against his shoulder. He could feel her body yielding entirely, every muscle in her thighs shaking, her hips twitching helplessly as he drove into her again. "That’s it..." His teeth grazed her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine. "Let it take you. Don’t fight it. Just be my girl and let me fuck you stupid." One hand slid lower, tracing down her stomach until his fingers found the slick, swollen bud of her clit. He began to rub in tight, deliberate circles that matched the rhythm of his thrusts. Her reaction was instant—her hips bucking forward into his touch, her breath hitching into a broken cry. "Ahhh—ahhh—Jo—Joon-ho—" "Good girl," he breathed, his tone rough with satisfaction. "You sound so sweet when you’re coming apart for me." Her hands, trembling, rose to clutch the back of his neck, dragging his mouth down to hers. The kiss was wet, messy, her moans spilling into his mouth as he fucked her deep and hard, his cock hitting that same tender spot inside her again and again until her legs went weak in his grasp. She was right on the edge—he could feel it in the way her pussy fluttered desperately around him, the way her breathing turned ragged and frantic. And he wasn’t about to let her go until she tipped over completely. Then he released her, guiding her forward until her palms pressed to the mattress again. She folded down onto her elbows, her chest sinking into the sheets as she grabbed a pillow, biting into it to muffle the next sharp moan that tore from her when his hips slammed forward. The thrusts came faster now, the wet, filthy rhythm echoing through the room in steady, hungry beats. Every movement made her breasts drag against the sheets, her back arching instinctively, trying to take him even deeper. Her grip on the pillow tightened, knuckles whitening as another wave of heat coiled low in her belly. That spot he kept finding—relentless and perfect—made her toes curl and her mind splinter into white noise. "I’m—ahhh—Joon-ho—I’m close again—" "I’m right there with you," he gritted out, hips pounding harder, the sound of their joining wet and urgent. "Fuck—Ji-hye—your pussy’s sucking me in—I can feel every pull—" She turned her head just enough to gasp the words, her voice breaking between moans. "Cum inside me—please—fill me—ahhh—impregnate me—" His growl deepened into something primal, almost feral. "You want my cum in your womb?" "Yes—yes—give it to me—" His pace shifted into a frantic, unrestrained rhythm. The sharp slap of skin against skin filled the air, each thrust deeper, harder, until she could feel him swelling inside her, the thick length twitching at the edge. Her orgasm hit first—a raw cry muffled into the pillow as her walls clamped down hard, milking him with desperate, pulsing grips. The intensity made her thighs quake, her vision blur, her entire body bow toward him. Then his release tore through him—his hips locking against her, burying deep as the hot flood of his cum filled her in heavy, deliberate spurts. She felt each one, deep and aching in her womb, the fullness almost too much to bear. "Fuck—" he groaned, grinding into her as if to push it deeper, his body tense over hers. Her answering moan was long, shameless, her face pressed to the sheets, body loose and pliant beneath him. For a few moments, neither moved—only the sound of their ragged breathing and the faint, rhythmic throb of him still seated deep inside her. When he finally eased out, it was slow, deliberate—dragging every inch from her until the sudden emptiness made her shiver. A soft, shaky gasp escaped her lips, her body twitching as a smaller, involuntary orgasm rippled through her, triggered by the first warm trickle of his release sliding from her stretched opening down her thigh. She collapsed onto her side, one hand still clutching the pillow. Her skin was flushed everywhere he’d touched, her limbs heavy, her chest rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths. Joon-ho bent to grab the water bottle from the nightstand, pressing it gently into her hand. His other brushed damp strands of hair from her face, his thumb grazing her temple. "Drink," he murmured, voice low and coaxing. She obeyed without question, sipping slowly, the cool water grounding her even as her muscles trembled. When she handed it back, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her temple—no rush, no demand, just contact. "Rest," he said quietly. "I’ve got you." The reassurance sank into her like warm honey, heavy and steady. The tension in her shoulders melted, her breathing slowed, and she curled into the sheets, letting the weight of the moment wrap around her. Her lashes fluttered once before they stilled, the rise and fall of her chest evening out. Her body felt weightless—her chest unknotted, her mind quiet for the first time in months. Even the tender ache between her thighs wasn’t just the echo of lust—it was proof. Proof of his presence. Proof of his claim. Proof that he stayed. She didn’t have to hold herself together here. Not with him. The steady beat of his heart against her back anchored her, each thud like a wordless promise that tugged her further toward sleep. If he said she was his woman... then she was. And maybe—just maybe—she could start believing it herself.