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.
