"Happy birthday..." Nathira said as she pulled away.
His hands slid possessively up her full thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh as his breathing turned ragged. "What?"
She answered by crashing her mouth back onto his, her kiss hungry and insistent
Her arms coiled around his neck like silk ropes, pulling him deeper into the heat between them.
When she finally pulled away, she said, "I don't mean Arthur Arcain's birthday." She smiled at him, her eyes narrowing like those of a drunk person. "Happy birthday, Beom-seok."
Arthur smiled, glanced to his left, then back at her. "Lucky us—there's a hotel nearby."
Nathira bit her lower lip. "I think I'm wet already."
...
It didn't take them more than two minutes to enter the inn and pay for a night.
Even the receptionist knew exactly why they came inside and wanted to offer them some rubber, but Nathira offered a polite bow and said:
"I want to get pregnant."
