I came.
I came so hard my vision went black at the edges. I arched off the slab and a roar tore from my chest as I pumped into her—thick, hot, endless.
Stream after stream.
Filling her up.
Flooding her pussy until I could feel my own cum leaking out around my cock because there was nowhere left for it to go.
"Take it, Tora." I groaned against her lips. "Take every fucking drop."
She collapsed onto my chest and I kept cumming.
My hips jerked against hers in short, involuntary thrusts as my body emptied everything it had into her. I could feel the mess between us—hot, wet, and overflowing. My cum mixed with hers and ran down my shaft, down my thighs, and pooled warm on the cold stone.
And then. . .
We lay there.
Gasping.
Wrecked.
Destroyed in the best possible way.
Her cheek pressed against my chest, right over my heartbeat.
My free hand rested on the small of her back with my fingers spread wide across her skin. My cock was still inside her—softening now, but neither of us moved to change that.
The blood on my shoulder had dried to a dark crust. The bite mark throbbed with a dull, steady ache that matched my pulse.
I smiled.
She marked me.
I would wear it the way she wore mine— proud, visible, and permanent until the skin healed.
What will Reo say? No. More important. . .what will Hiro say?
It didn’t matter.
All I knew was that. . .from now on. . .every time I touched that spot, every time fabric brushed against it, I'd feel her teeth and remember this night.
So perfect and all mine.
The tea house was quiet.
Candles burned low around us. The smell of sex, fire, sweat, and blood hung in the air like incense.
"Tora," I murmured into her hair.
She stirred. "Hmm?"
"I meant every word."
She lifted her head and looked at me. Her eyes were drowsy, satisfied, and still wet at the edges. My blood was still faint on her chin—a shadow of the smear that had been there before the kissing wore it away.
"About the babies."
