The black stone walls swayed in my vision.
Lust hit me, dizzy.
I was drifting, falling—not out of his arms, but out of myself. Something deeper pulled me under, dragging me past fear, pastthought, into a quiet, trembling place where there was onlyhiswill.
I’d been in domspace earlier, but now I was submerged in subspace.
I shuddered, chest rising and falling too fast, the edges of my vision softened with heat, water, and blood.
And then Kenji’s mouth was back on me. . .only this time, he was not biting.
He was licking.
His tongue lapped at the wound, tasting what he’d taken. The drag of him over my torn flesh was obscene, sacrilegious—and yet it made my pussy spasm so hard I nearly collapsed again.
“Now you’re marked, Tora.” He groaned into my skin, drinking me down. “Every man who walks by you will smell my scent on you. They’ll whisper that you’re mine. They’ll even see the teeth marks in your skin and know better than to stare again. Even their gossip will serve me—it will crown you as the Dragon’s Blood-bride."
Oh. My. God.
It all undid me. His words. The wet drag of his tongue. The sting of the bite. The heat of his cock grinding at my ass. It was all too much and yet not nearly enough.
“That bite isn’t just flesh,” he kissed the wound. “It’s a blood contract. Your pussy, your heart, your breath. . .all fucking mine.”
I whimpered against his palm while every part of me screamed to record this moment, to catalogue it like evidence—muscles, blood, steam, pleasure, dragon-shadow, pierced-cock, teeth. But no article, no book, no language on this earth could capture what it truly meant to surrender to a man crowned in guns and baptized in death. To become his blood contract, his oath carved into flesh, his altar in a world where love was the most exquisite violence of all.
My body was light, floating, every sound far away and echoing.
All I could feel was his claim etched into me.
"Do you even understand, Tora?”
I trembled in his muscular hold.
“Men like me buy skylines. We collect gold and empires. But none of it—none of it—means a damn thing compared to this blood running down your skin right now. So beautiful. Scarlet ribbons over your lush brown skin, streaking you like calligraphy. You’re rarer than every fortune I own, and now you’re branded with me."
Then, he closed his lips around the wound and sucked lightly, drinking my blood like some twisted horny vampire.
Dear God.
I nearly shattered.
He lifted his mouth and I couldn’t see him, but I knew there must have been blood all over his lips. “Every time you touch these marks. . .you’ll remember that your body is the Dragon’s altar.”
My thighs trembled.
My clit ached.
My soul shivered in his grasp, and yet—God help me—I wanted more.
“You’re mine in blood now.” His hand slid lower, fingers pressing into my pussy like punctuation. “Mine in pain. Mine in pleasure. The chains are inside you. Do you feel them?”
God. Yes.
He toyed with my clit.
And I knew with bone-deep certainty that I wasn’t just marked.
I was owned.
