Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 161615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 808(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 539(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 808(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 539(@300wpm)
“Everybody. You. Hiroko. Some of my girls back home. Hiro and the twins of course. Reo.”
I frowned. “My men?”
“Of course.” She set the box aside carefully, and then she was in my arms again—kissing my face, my jaw, my neck, my shoulders. Everywhere she could reach.
And our kissing turned heated.
We began sucking and nibbling.
Taking off our clothes in between kisses and caressing.
Until soon we were both naked, and I was on my back, and she straddled me, her thighs bracketing my hips, her hands pressing flat against my chest.
My cock deep inside that wet pussy.
And she rode me like a good little Tiger.
So much bliss.
So much ecstasy.
I closed my eyes and let her worship me.
It felt wrong. I was the one who worshipped. I was the one who devoured, dominated, claimed. But tonight, with her hands and her mouth and her wet pussy surrounding my cock, I couldn't fight it.
Didn't want to.
She fucked me with the slow rhythmic roll of her hips.
“Oh, Tora.”
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes. Keep riding my cock.”
“Mmm.” She set the pace—gentle at first, tender. Her palms pressed against my chest for balance as she moved, her eyes never leaving my face.
This is love.
The realization cut through the fog of horror and memory.
This is what it feels like to be loved by someone who sees all of you—the monster and the man—and chooses to stay anyway.
My hands found her hips, not to control, but to anchor.
To feel her move.
To remind myself that this was real—that she was real—that I hadn't burned everything good in my life to ash tonight.
And anytime Mami's screams echoed somewhere in the darkness of my mind, Nyomi's soft moans drowned them out.
And when Sako's broken sobbing lingered at the edges of my sanity, my Tiger’s wet pussy pulled me back.
"Stay with me, Dragon."
A dark, ragged moan left me.
Fuck. I should make her my wife tomorrow.
Without warning, I flipped us.
Nyomi gasped as her back hit the mattress, but I swallowed the sound with my mouth, kissing her hard as I hooked her legs over my shoulders.
"My turn," I growled against her lips.
And then I made good on that promise.
“Oh! Oh!”
“That’s a good little Tiger.” I drove my cock into her with controlled savagery—deep, angled thrusts designed to hit exactly where she needed. “Look how good you take this cock. So perfect.”
“Oh, Kenji!” Her nails raked down my back as she cried out, and the sting of it centered me further.
Grounded me in sensation instead of memory.
This is real. She is real. Focus on her. Always on her.
She arched beneath me, her head thrown back. "Oh God!"
Groaning, I bit down on the junction of her neck and shoulder, sucking hard enough to mark a new side of her.
But it still wasn't enough.
I needed more.
Needed to taste her in a way that went beyond skin, sweat, and the salt of her pleasure.
I needed to consume.
My teeth sank deeper.
“Ah!” Nyomi's body jerked beneath me—a violent spasm that arched her spine off the mattress and drove her nails into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood of her own. "Kenji!"
You’re mine to taste, Tora.
The skin resisted for one eternal second.
Then it gave.
Copper bloomed across my tongue—hot, rich, alive. Her blood filled my mouth like communion wine, and something primal in me roared with satisfaction.
Mine. Every drop of you belongs to me.
“Oh!!!” Her cry split the darkness—not quite pain, not quite pleasure, but something in between. Something raw and desperate that made my cock throb inside her.
"Oh God! Oh fuck!" Her voice cracked on the words, her body trembling violently beneath me. Her walls clenched around my cock so tight I saw stars.
And still I didn't let go.
Fucking her hard, I sucked at the wound, drawing more of her essence onto my tongue, feeling her pulse hammer against my lips. Each beat of her heart pushed more blood into my mouth, and I swallowed it like a man dying of thirst.
This is what I needed. Not just her body. Her life force. Proof that she was real, warm, and bleeding for me.
Her hips bucked against mine—involuntary, frantic. The pain was mixing with the pleasure now, I could feel it in the way her pussy couldn't decide whether to pull away from my cock or press closer.
"Kenji—please—I can't—"
I released the bite with a wet sound and lifted my head to look at her.
Blood smeared my lips.
Her blood.
In the moonlight, I could see the wound I'd made—a crescent of tooth marks already welling with crimson, dark against her brown skin.
It would scar.
I'd made sure of it.
Good.
Her eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide, chest heaving with ragged breaths. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes—not from sadness, but from the overwhelming intensity of sensation.
“Cum for me, Tora.” I pumped into her hungry pussy.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.”
“You’re so beautiful when you take this cock. Such a good Tiger.”