All I could think was. . .
Touch.
Taste.
Take.
She raised her eyebrows. “Are you going to come to bed or not?”
I dragged my gaze over her one more time, then started unbuttoning my pants. My cock was already thick, straining.
“Careful, Tora.” My voice dropped to a growl as I shoved my slacks down my hips. “You don’t want me to rush this.”
“Why not?”
I stepped closer, my cock heavy between us, my hunger written all over my face. “Because, I already plan to hurt your pussy some more.”
“No.” Her breath caught, but she didn’t look away. “You’re going to be nice to my pussy. It’s already sore.”
That word was a blade sliding between my ribs.
Sore.
My cock twitched, thickening, the hunger in me spiking.
Sore meant she already carried my cock’s mark.
Sore meant her body still remembered me, even when I wasn’t inside her.
Sore meant she could close her legs and still feel my cock there—phantom weight, phantom stretch, phantom ache.
“Sore.” I tasted the syllable. “Mmmm.”
“You look pleased with the fact that my pussy is sore.”
I climbed onto the bed.
The mattress dipped beneath my knees.
I got above her. My cock rested heavy against her thigh, the heat rolling off me thick enough to drown us both. “You think sore is going to save you? No, Tora. Sore is the beginning.”
I brushed my fingers down her stomach, stopping just above the curve of her pussy, watching her shiver. “I’m going to play that ache like an instrument. I’m going to make you moan through it, cry through it, come through it, until you can’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure. Until sore becomes worship. Until every nerve in your body confuses agony for ecstasy, and every sound you make is mine.”
She shivered under my touch. “Kenji—”
“No, Tora. Right now, you’re about to fuck the Dragon.”
She widened her eyes.
I lowered and pressed my mouth to her ear, biting the lobe before whispering, “That little soreness you feel now? It’s nothing.”
Her breath hitched, her thighs shifted.
“I don’t just want your pussy wet. I want it raw, ruined, and dripping with my cum.” My hands slid under her shoulders, notto pin her to me yet, just to lift her a little and press my face to the warm hollow below her ear.
“Mmmm.” I breathed in her intoxicating scent—black amber and ripe plum.
Now I knew that the scent. . .had been fate.
