Chapter 44 The Artist's Carnal Desire (3)

• Étienne’s lips lingered on her nipple, sucking hard one last time before he pulled back with a wet, satisfying pop. The sound echoed in the loft, sharp and filthy, leaving Ji-Yeon’s chest heaving, her skin flushed and tingling. He looked down at her, sprawled on the floor, eyes dark with hunger, then stood up with a fluid, precise grace that made her stomach flip. Moving like a man on a mission, he crossed the room to a cluttered side drawer, his bare back flexing as he yanked it open. He rummaged for a second before pulling out a small tube of oil, the kind artists used to thin paint—or, apparently, something else entirely.
• He turned back, catching her gaze, and Ji-Yeon smirked up at him, a playful glint in her eyes as she propped herself on her elbows. “What’s that for?” she teased, her voice husky, already knowing it wasn’t for the canvas. Étienne grinned, wicked and slow, as he stalked back to her, dropping to his knees beside her prone form. “You’ll see, chérie,” he murmured, popping the cap with a flick of his thumb.
• He tipped the tube, letting a thin stream of cool oil drip onto her tits, the slick liquid pooling over her hard nipples before trickling down her curves. Ji-Yeon gasped at the sensation, but then his hands were on her, massaging the oil into her skin with firm, deliberate strokes. “Fuck, you’re so soft,” he groaned, his palms sliding over her breasts, kneading them, spreading the oil until she glistened under the sunlight streaming through the windows. His fingers teased her nipples, slick and relentless, making her squirm as heat pooled low in her belly.