“I’m going to fuck you all over your new plane too.”
“Oh, baby.”
“So wet. So tight. So perfect.” My mouth found the other side of her neck and I bit down again, right next to an old mark.
Not as deep this time.
Just enough to bruise.
Just enough to make her scream. "KENJI!"
Her walls fluttered around my cock, and I felt the telltale clench of her approaching orgasm. She was close. So fucking close. The pain was pushing her there faster than pleasure alone ever could.
That's my Tiger. Taking everything I give her. Even the parts that hurt.
I released the second bite and kissed my way back to her mouth, letting her taste her own blood on my lips.
She moaned into the kiss, her tongue chasing the copper, and the depravity of it made my balls tighten.
"Cum for me," I commanded against her mouth. "Cum on my cock while you taste yourself on my tongue."
Her body obeyed before her mind could catch up.
The orgasm crashed through her like a wave—violent, overwhelming,devastating. Her back arched so hard I thought she might break. Her nails carved bloody furrows down my spine. Her scream filled the room, bouncing off the walls, drowning out every ghost that had followed me from that prison.
And I followed her over the edge. My release tore through me with savage intensity, spilling into her in hot, pulsing waves.
Soon you’ll be having my baby.
I buried my face in her neck—in the wound I'd made, in the blood still seeping warm against my lips—and let myself fall apart inside her.
For one perfect, shattered moment, there was nothing else.
No burning flesh.
No screaming traitors.
No thirty new names on a death list.
Just her.
Just us.
Just the taste of blood and the smell of sex and the sound of our ragged breathing filling the darkness.
When I finally lifted my head, she was looking at me with an expression I couldn't quite name.
Wonder, maybe.
Or devastation.
Or love so fierce it bordered on madness.
I couldn’t even speak anymore, and I damned sure didn’t pull out of her perfect pussy. I lay against her, closed my eyes, and let the rhythm of her pulse lull me further toward peace.
The blood on my lips was drying.
The wounds on her neck would need cleaning soon.
