My vision blurred.
My cock jerked inside her like it had been struck by lightning, my balls drawing up tight, ready to explode.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!”
“I love you too.” I buried my face in the hollow of her neck, biting back the roar that threatened to escape, because if she saw the water in my eyes, if she saw the way her love had gutted me, I’d lose every shred of dignity I had left.
Tears burned anyway.
Hidden against her skin.
I love you so much, it hurts.
I thrust one last time, deep, grinding, and then I shattered with her—my cock pulsing, my balls releasing in hard, hot waves as I spilled everything inside her. Each spurt was fire, love, surrender, and possession all at once. My body shook with it, my muscles trembling as her pussy clung and sucked every drop from me.
You’re going to have my babies.
I kept coming in her, making sure I filled that womb with every drop of my legacy.
Was it wrong that I planned to fuck my heirs into her?
Was it a crime that I was desperate to make her pregnant by the time this war ended?
Chapter eight
Ruin and Remedy
Kenji
Her chest pressed to mine, damp with sweat, and for one breath we just stayed there—her trembling, me burning.
Then, she whimpered beneath me and trembled some more through the aftershocks of her orgasm, her words muffled against my ear. “Always. . .yours.”
“Yes,” I whispered into her skin, my voice breaking as I kissed the salt of her sweat and my own tears.
“O-oh.”
“Always. That’s my beautiful Tiger. You came so perfectly for me.” I held her there, buried to the hilt, my cock still twitching inside her wet, ruined heat, my balls still heavy with the echo of the orgasm.
My heart raced, my lungs burned, but I didn’t move.
I couldn’t because her pleasure hadn’t emptied me like other women would do.
Instead. . .her pussy, her desire, her love. . .it made me endless. It had sharpened me into something more terrible and eternal.
After the test, I thought sex with her would give me release. That it would bring relief, but instead it was hunger breeding more hunger, fire birthing more fire.
To be inside her was to drown in abundance, choke on it, and also be enslaved by it.
That scared me more than any blade, more than any war.
Because I’d always been the Dragon—the terror in the dark, the man who could not be broken. Yet here I was, undone.
Too much. Too good. Too fucking dangerous.
Her body was still trembling beneath me. Her pussy still clutched at my cock in little aftershocks, fluttering around me like it refused to let go.
I stayed inside her pussy and kept myself rooted.
