Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 154368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 617(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 617(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
I gripped her hip and pulled her down flush against me. Buried to the hilt. Then, I held her there. "You're about to cum, aren't you?"
“Y-yes. . .”
“Naughty Tiger.” I rubbed her nipple and tugged. "You're going to cum and then I'm going to fill you up. Isn’t that right, Tora?"
She shuddered. “Yes.”
I released her breast, gripped the back of her neck with my free hand, and pulled her face down to mine until our foreheads touched. "Look at me when you cum, Tora. I want to watch your face when this pussy explodes on my cock."
“Oh, Kenji.” Her breath came in short, sharp gasps against my lips. Her hips ground against mine in desperate, uneven circles. She was chasing it—grinding her clit against my pelvis while my cock stretched her deep.
"That's it. So pretty. Look at you." I held her neck and kept her face inches from mine. "Let go. Cum on this cock. Show me what the Dragon does to his Tiger."
Her mouth fell open.
Her body locked.
And she came so hard I felt it in my bones.
Goddamn it.
Her pussy clamped down on me in waves — tight, rhythmic, devastating. Her whole body shook above me, trembling and jerking, and a sound ripped from her throat that was half scream and half sob.
Her nails dug into my chest and I felt skin break.
Her juices gushed around my cock and ran warm down my shaft, soaking my balls and pooling on the stone.
I watched her face the entire time.
Watched her eyes squeeze shut and then fly open. Watched her mouth form my name without sound. Watched the tears gather at the corners of her eyes and spill down her cheeks—the kind of tears that come from pleasure so intense it overflows.
And I couldn't hold back anymore.
The pressure that had been building all night—since the first stroke of fire, since the first time she told me to be silent, since the first time she dragged her palm across me through the silk—it erupted.
I came.
I came so hard my vision went black at the edges. I arched off the slab and a roar tore from my chest as I pumped into her—thick, hot, endless.
Stream after stream.
Filling her up.
Flooding her pussy until I could feel my own cum leaking out around my cock because there was nowhere left for it to go.
"Take it, Tora." I groaned against her lips. "Take every fucking drop."
She collapsed onto my chest and I kept cumming.
My hips jerked against hers in short, involuntary thrusts as my body emptied everything it had into her. I could feel the mess between us—hot, wet, and overflowing. My cum mixed with hers and ran down my shaft, down my thighs, and pooled warm on the cold stone.
And then. . .
We lay there.
Gasping.
Wrecked.
Destroyed in the best possible way.
Her cheek pressed against my chest, right over my heartbeat.
My free hand rested on the small of her back with my fingers spread wide across her skin. My cock was still inside her—softening now, but neither of us moved to change that.
The blood on my shoulder had dried to a dark crust. The bite mark throbbed with a dull, steady ache that matched my pulse.
I smiled.
She marked me.
I would wear it the way she wore mine— proud, visible, and permanent until the skin healed.
What will Reo say? No. More important. . .what will Hiro say?
It didn’t matter.
All I knew was that. . .from now on. . .every time I touched that spot, every time fabric brushed against it, I'd feel her teeth and remember this night.
So perfect and all mine.
The tea house was quiet.
Candles burned low around us. The smell of sex, fire, sweat, and blood hung in the air like incense.
"Tora," I murmured into her hair.
She stirred. "Hmm?"
"I meant every word."
She lifted her head and looked at me. Her eyes were drowsy, satisfied, and still wet at the edges. My blood was still faint on her chin—a shadow of the smear that had been there before the kissing wore it away.
"About the babies."
A lazy smile crossed her face. "I’ve got. . .precautions in the way."
“What precautions?”
“I’m on birth control.”
I frowned. “Get off it.”
“We haven’t even known each other for longer than a month.”
“I won’t repeat myself.”
“I’m not thinking about kids until I have a ring on my finger.”
“What’s your ring size?”
She blinked and then swallowed. “There’s the war.”
“What does war have to do with rings and babies?”
“The Fox sounds like a slick, sick bastard. You’ve got the lead now. Use it. Once you win, we have forever to talk about rings and kids.” She lifted her finger and then touched the bite mark on my shoulder—gentle, careful, following the impression her teeth had left in my skin. "I can’t believe I bit you."
"You did."
"Does it hurt?"
"Yes." I smiled. "Do it again."
She laughed.
I studied her. “Tora.”
“Yes.”
"I'm serious about the birth control."