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 swallowed. “I’ve got lots to say.”
“And what is that?”
“There are levels to this power.”
“Levels?”
"You fucking owned me with your fire. You burned my skin and I thanked you for it. You made me whimper and I didn't care who heard. You made me beg and I meant every word." I held her gaze. "You cannot then own me with your pussy too. It is my turn."
She raised an eyebrow. "Your turn?"
"When these restraints come off— and they will come off—I am going to show you what the Dragon does when he's been caged, burned, and denied for too long.”
“No.”
I frowned. “Careful. I’m already biting you.”
“Yeah. About that.” And then she did something even crazier that shocked the fuck out of me.
Tora?!
Chapter twenty-five
Claimed
Kenji
Is she really going to. . ?
She leaned down.
I expected her mouth on mine. Expected a kiss. Expected the softness that came after a woman made her point and was ready to reward.
Instead, she pressed her lips to my shoulder—right where the muscle curved into my neck.
And bit.
Hard.
“Oh fuck.”
She moaned and sank her teeth through my skin.
"FUCK!" I surged off the slab. My spine arched and every muscle in my body locked. The pain was sharp, bright, and immediate— a clean, vicious pressure that broke through the haze of subspace and dragged me to the surface by my throat.
“O-oh. . .T-tora. . .”
And she didn't let go.
Her jaw clenched tighter. Her teeth pressed deeper. I could feel the skin give— that wet, hot pop of tissue splitting under pressure. “Ohhhh. . .”
Blood welled up around her mouth and ran warm down my collarbone.
She was marking me.
The way I'd marked her.
Pressing her claim into my flesh the same way I'd pressed mine into hers.
“What are. . .you doing to me. . .T-tora?”
And something happened that I didn't expect.
While her teeth were still buried in my shoulder, she lowered her hips and that wet pussy found the head of my cock.
“Yes, Tora. . .yes. . .”
She sank down onto me in one slow, devastating slide.
A guttural animalistic sound clawed its way from my throat.
The twin sensations collided like warring gods—her teeth breaking my flesh and her slick heat swallowing my cock.
My consciousness fractured.
Pain bled into pleasure until I couldn't tell where the agony ended and the ecstasy began. They consumed each other, birthing something monstrous and divine that surged through my veins like liquid fire.
My vision didn't just white out—it shattered into crimson fragments as a roar erupted from somewhere beneath my soul, vibrating through stone below me and the wood above.
My right hand tore the restraint right from the stone.
The leather snapped like thread. I heard it rip and then my hand was free—fingers splayed, shaking, reaching for her on pure instinct.
But I couldn't use it.
The bite had shoved me so deep into my head that my arm felt like it belonged to someone else. My hand hovered in the air beside her body, trembling, unable to close the distance.
The world was liquid, golden, and spinning.
I was conscious enough to know I'd broken free and too far gone to do anything about it.
She bottomed out on my cock.
Tora!
Every inch of me was inside her—thick, swollen, buried to the hilt. Her walls clenched around me so tight I could feel her pulse through the shaft.
My cock throbbed inside her and she squeezed back, and for three seconds we stayed locked together, her teeth in my shoulder and my cock in her pussy and neither of us breathing.
Then she lifted her head.
I saw my blood on her mouth.
Smeared across her bottom lip. A thin line decorating the corner of her mouth. A drop on her chin that caught the candlelight and gleamed dark red.
She looked at me with wild, blown eyes and ran her tongue across her bottom lip.
"Damn." A slow grin spread across her face. "Now I see why you bite me."
Madness snapped in my chest.
I brought my free hand to the back of her neck and shoved her face down to mine.
Our mouths crashed together.
I kissed her hard, hungry, and open-mouthed. My tongue pushed past her lips and I tasted it—my blood, warm and metallic, mixed with the sweetness of her mouth.
Greedy, I sucked on her bottom lip where the blood was thickest and groaned into her.
She moaned against me and her hips rolled.
My cock shifted inside her pussy and the sensation sent a bolt of pleasure so sharp up my spine that my free hand clenched in her braids, unraveling that bun, and yanking her to me more.
She gasped into my mouth.
I pulled at those braids harder. "Ride me, Tora."
And she did.
Slow at first.
“Fuck.” I let go of her head and dropped my hand to the side.
She sat up, raised her body until my cock nearly slipped out of her, then sank back down and took me to the root. The wet sound of her pussy swallowing me filled the space.