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That single inch shattered me. I gasped—high and sharp—head thrown back as my spine arched and my body took him like it had been waiting for this moment my whole damn life.

He pushed in another inch.

He was so hot. So thick. The stretch was slow and sinful, like my body wasn’t about to be fucked, it was being anointed .

My legs tightened even more around his waist.

My fingernails dug into his shoulders.

My pussy fluttered around him like I couldn’t decide whether to pull him deeper or keep him right there—right on the edge of ruining me.

“Oh shit,” I breathed, vision blurring. My mind went quiet. Every thought, every plan, every ounce of distance I thought I could hold between us evaporated in the pressure of his cock just breaching me.

If I hadn’t already known I wasn’t leaving Tokyo, I would have known then.

Because I couldn’t.

Not after his tongue.

Not after this cock.

Not after feeling what it meant to be branded from the inside out.

He lowered his mouth to my neck and gave this long lick.

I shuddered.

“I want to rush into this, Tora. Fuck. I deserve to slam hard into you and tear this pussy up.”

So naughty all I could do was tremble. “Do it.”

“No.” He growled. “I must take my time and fuck you so deep your past lives remember me.”

I blinked.

Wait. What did he just say?

My jaw dropped.

So deep my past lives remembered him?

A laugh caught in my throat—half disbelief, half raw, stunned arousal.

I looked at him and he didn’t smile or blink, just stared at me like he meant every goddamn syllable.

Oh fuck. So then. . .he really means it?

Chapter 48

While the World Burns

Nyomi

I had fucked around and found out.

Taunting a man like Kenji all night long?

It probably was not the wisest decision of my life because I thought I could play with fire and walk away unscathed. Thought I could flash a little thigh, command him to kneel, wave a feathered stick like a queen, ride his face, and still keep control.

But. . .the thing about his fire. . .his flames had learned me. They had figured out what made me tremble.

Kenji shoved his cock deep into me.

“Oh!”

It was a slow, brutal glide of thick, heavy cock parting me inch by inch, and with every inch, my body gave up control, breath, memory.

And I felt that rose-shaped piercing too.

Oh fuckkk.

The warm metal caressed along my walls, perfect gold-petaled-stroking along my pussy’s most sensitive inner ridges, pressing deep into places that had never been touched like this by any-fucking-body.

When that piercing hit my g-spot—sweet, swollen, aching—I choked on a moan that never made it past my lips.

My mouth dropped open in a silent scream. My body seized. All the teasing, all the banter, every ounce of humor evaporated like it had never lived here.

And Kenji didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath.

He just continued to fill me so completely my pussy pulsed around him in confused panic and desperate pleasure, clutching his cock as it slid deeper, the rose piercing gliding , rubbing , imprinting along my inner walls in long, aching, sacred strokes.

A raw groan left him.

“Oh, Tora.” He buried his face in my neck and his uneven breaths shuddered against my skin. “Goddamn. I knew. I knew your pussy would feel this good. . .”

Loudly groaning again, he drew his cock back just a little, and then eased in again—slow, dragging, obscene. The rose piercing caressed that same spot inside me, and I nearly came on the spot.

“I knew it would be good, but not THIS good. ” His voice broke into a growl. “Not this wet. Not this fucking tight.”

I whimpered.

He was hitting my g-spot again and again with that piercing and in that sinful rhythm, slow and grinding. “Fuck, Tora. Your pussy was made for this.”

“Oh.”

“You feel that? How I stretch you open, how your pussy clenches around my cock so perfectly.”

“Oh fuck, Kenji. . .”

“No. . .I’m your good little Dragon.”

“Oh.”

“Tell me something, Tora.” He slowly circled his hips, angling the piercing just right to blissfully rub my insides. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Are you sure, Tora?”

“It’s yours. Oh my God—it’s yours.”

“Mmm.” He buried himself even deeper, until I swore I could feel the base of his cock kiss my pussy’s edge, my body clinging like it never wanted to let go.

My head fell back against the wall, eyes fluttering closed. “Oh Kenji!”

His mouth ghosted over my collarbone, and then he began to slam into my pussy, giving me vicious, dominant thrusts that rocked my body so hard I saw white.

Oh shit! I might not be able to walk tomorrow.

My cry cracked through the air. “Kenji!”

He didn’t stop.

Didn’t pause.

Didn’t give me a second to catch my breath or beg for more—he just drove into me again, each brutal thrust pushing me higher, harder, closer to that wild edge.

My back arched even more. My nails scraped down his spine. I could feel him splitting me open, stretching me wide, claiming everything.

And I loved it.

God help me, I fucking loved it.

“Good little Tiger.”

“Yes.”

“Take it. Take every inch.”

My hips met his thrust for thrust, my body greedy, wrecked, burning from the inside out. I was so close. So close to unraveling again.

And then. . .the sound of shattering glass rose.

What?!

Next came. . .

POP.

POP.

POP.

What was that?

I flinched.

The sound barely registered at first. Somewhere in the distance. Muted by Kenji’s tongue possessively lapping over my nipple. Pleasure pulled me away from whatever I thought I heard and I returned to my Dragon’s devouring of me.

BOOM!

BOOM!

The wall shook against me as if there’d been a blast to the foundation.

Oh no! What’s that? We have to stop.

Gunfire crackled like fireworks now, but he just growled, sucked my nipple deep, and pumped me full like it was the only thing that mattered.

Something is. . .happening outside or in the building.

I tried to say something but the only thing that came out was. “Oh. Oh.”

God he knows how to fuck!

BOOM!

While the world outside possibly exploded, he sucked my nipple into his mouth like a man starving—his tongue circling, teeth grazing, hips still rolling like a machine.

Another sharp bang followed by a muffled scream sounded.

I tried to think through the pleasure.

Kenji’s body tensed instantly as he slowed his thrusts to loving pumping. Something had changed in him. I felt it in the hard lock of his muscles, the sudden tightness in his grip, even buried deep inside me, I knew his instincts had sharpened.

He hears it too.

But he didn’t stop fucking me. In fact, he went back to thrusting even harder.

POP.

POP.

POP.

Then boots slammed down the hallway or maybe on the stairs. Men were running up or down. I didn’t know but a whole lot of shit was happening.

Someone was fighting in the building.

The sound reverberated through the walls, echoing behind the pounding of my heart.

Adrenaline flooded my system.

Yet. . .somehow still my orgasm danced on the edge of panic.

I shivered. “K-Kenji, something is. . .”

Kenji paused for half a second, cock still pulsing inside me, then right as I thought he would speak, he fucked me even harder.

“Kenji. . .s-stop. . .”

Still owning my pussy with his cock, he looked at me, and his eyes were calm and deadly, but his thrusts were slow and relentless. “I hear it, Tora, the shooting and screams, but I’m not fucking stopping.”

I widened my eyes and struggled against the erotic haze of him. “We. . .have. . .to. . .stop—”

“Let them come, I’ll finish with your taste in my mouth, your cum on my cock, and their blood on my hands if I have to.”

What the fuck does that mean?

His mouth returned to my nipple, sucking it in. And right as I was about to tell him to stop again, he had me higher in the air, his cock angled and that rose piercing rubbing against my g-spot so perfectly and. . .I didn’t want him to stop. . .

“OH! GOD! KENJI!”

“Mmmm.”

A round of gunshots cracked, and Kenji tenderly bit down on my nipple enough to make me gasp and remind me that he was still in control.

More boots sounded.

A man screamed.

Then, another man howled.

Kenji’s only response was to angle his hips just right again and pierce me.

The chaos outside felt distant, irrelevant, like we were behind glass—his cock my only reality, his body my only war.

POP.

POP.

POP.

I would have said something if not for my riding the pleasure of his cock.

Kenji clenched his teeth, that sculpted jaw grinding tight. “Goddamn it.”

Another burst of gunfire cracked through the air.

He growled—low, guttural, feral. “No one better interrupt me. I swear to fucking God , I’ll kill them all. I don’t care if hundreds are coming in here.”

Holy shit!

He slammed into me again.

Ruthless.

Possessive.

Final.

“Kenji—”

“I’m not done with you.” His voice was all jagged edges and blistering obsession. “Not until this pussy knows it’s mine.”

“Oh!”

“The building could fall, and I’d still be balls-deep in you. If they kill me, let this pussy be the last thing I remember.”

Sirens howled in the distance.

“They could put a gun to my head, and I’d still be thrusting. Still be claiming what’s mine.”

“Oh fuck, Kenji.”

“You like this cock, Tora?”

“Yes.”

“Say it again!”

“I love your cock.”

“You want me to stop?”

“N-no.”

“I wouldn’t even if you begged.”

“Oh!”

“Even if the floor collapsed and the ceiling caved in.”

“Oh! Oh!”

“I’ll fill your pussy with my cum while their blood paints the walls.”

And then all I heard was the thick, wet slap of our bodies and the guttural sounds he made as he took me.

Next this fucked up thought hit me.

If we die tonight. . .like this. . .it would be fine.

Another thrust.

And I snapped.

My orgasm tore through me .

No escape.

No resistance.

Just pure, glorious ruin.

I clenched my pussy around him so hard I thought I might pull him into me and never let him go.

My moan broke free, high-pitched and helpless. “ Oh my God— ”

He didn’t stop.

Didn’t even slow.

His rhythm turned punishing, length pounding into me with raw fury, the rose piercing dragging over my swollen, over-sensitive walls and making my thighs quake around his waist.

The sounds outside grew louder—shouting in Japanese, heavy feet rushing past. The clatter of furniture crashing. Screams and shooting.

Kenji's voice stayed in my ear, hoarse and vicious. “Let them come. Let them all fucking come. I’ll finish in you while the world burns.”

My orgasm hadn’t even ended and I felt another crest forming, rising, building into something ungodly.

Then, his body convulsed once—twice—and then the sound he made shattered something deep inside me.

It wasn’t a growl.

It wasn’t a moan.

It was a beastly roar.

Savage.

Powerful.

Threatening.

His mouth crushed against mine, open and shaking, and I tasted the sheer violence of pleasure on his tongue.

Oh God!

His cock throbbed deep in my pussy, and then he spilled into me.

Hot.

Endless.

Violent.

My whole body jerked as I felt it.

One thick pulse.

Then another.

Then another.

Each wave hotter than the last, flooding me in molten, unfiltered desire.

He gasped—loud, ragged, feral —his forehead falling to my shoulder as his whole frame trembled. His hips didn’t stop moving. He thrust through his orgasm, like he needed to etch every last drop into me.

Oh shit.

I could feel the thick flood of his cum filling my insides, coating my walls, dripping.

My eyes widened even as my arms wrapped tighter around his back.

The air reeked of gunpowder and blood now. Outside, gunshots cracked with angry thunder, men screamed down the hall, something heavy smashed into a wall or maybe a body—but I couldn’t focus.

Because Kenji was still coming .

Still twitching inside me.

Still groaning against my mouth.

“F-fuck—Tora— fuck. ” He sounded just as ruined as me .

Grunting, he thrust into me again and cum leaked around us.

My walls were soaked.

The rose piercing dragged against my overstimulated g-spot again and I whimpered unable to take anymore sensations.

Somewhere outside the door, a man let out a scream and then it was cut short, like someone had slit his throat.

Kenji didn’t even flinch.

His hands gripped my ass tighter, holding me in place as he rocked through the last pulses of his orgasm, his jaw clenched against my skin, breath hot and furious.

I could feel him breathing me in like I was his sanctuary.

The building must have been chaos.

Gunfire.

Screams.

Destruction.

And here we were—locked together in the most intimate, reckless, consuming way possible.

When he finally stilled, he kept his cock buried to the hilt and more cum dripped between my thighs.

Oh God. I will never be the same again. . .never. . .