Chapter 8
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.
The thought of leaving her body made my chest seize.
No. Not yet.
Something else hit my mind next—her belly rounding with my seed, swollen and heavy with proof that I owned her womb as surely as I owned her moans.
Mmmm.
My cock twitched inside her, still dripping into that greedy heat, desperate to plant more, to mark deeper. The thought of her walking my halls, radiant and untouchable, carrying my child inside her—fuck, it almost made me spill again right then.
Yes. I’m going to make this happen.
She would be unstoppable, a queen forged in blood and desire, glowing with the life I put in her. And she would be mine for eternity, mine in flesh and lineage, mine in a way no one could ever take back.
I wanted to fuck her some more until she was so full of my sperm she couldn’t walk without spilling it in trails.
I wanted her womb heavy with my heirs, her breasts swollen with milk, her body transformed by my legacy.
Goddamn it. What is happening to me?
I buried my face deeper in the hollow of her neck, letting her scent invade me until I was nothing but her—black amber, ripe plum, copper from her blood. My whole world condensed into that small space between her skin and my lungs.
I kissed her there.
I need to be focused on the war, but she has my fucking brain in her grip.
Her fingers twitched against my back. She tried to pull me closer, even though I was already welded to her.
Knowing my tears were dry and gone by now, I lifted my head just enough to look at her face.
Her lips were swollen.
My Tiger. My empire. My ruin.
Her lips parted on a shaky breath. “You’re still hard.”
“Yes.” My voice rasped, deeper than I meant. “I could stay inside you for the rest of my life.”
Her gaze melted. “Maybe that’s not such a bad thing.”
I brushed my nose against hers, and my cock throbbed inside her pussy. “Tora, you don’t understand. . .”
“Then, help me understand.”
“This isn’t just sex.”
“Then, what is it?”
“An execution.”
She grinned. “What?”
“Every time I drive into you, I’m killing every memory in your body of any other man. I’m trying to fuck you until your pussy only remembers my cock.”
“If that’s your goal, Dragon, then mission accomplished.” She chuckled.
Her laugh hit me like a fucking bullet. Light. Free. Ridiculous even, in the middle of this war we were making with our bodies.
And God, I felt it everywhere.
Her pussy clenched around my cock when she laughed, little spasms fluttering down my shaft, rippling around the piercing at my tip.
Mmmm. . .
Each vibration of her joy turned into a stroke, a squeeze, a milking pull on my length.
Fuck.
I groaned and buried my face against her neck, because it was unbearable the way her laugh could massage my cock from the inside out.
“Careful, Tora.” My cock twitched inside her. “When you laugh like that, your pussy squeezes me.”
“Maybe that’s the plan.”
My hips jerked on instinct, grinding us both deeper into the joke and into the truth of it. I hissed between my teeth as her wetness slicked hotter around me.
“Oh.” She shivered. “Okay. Okay. Stop.”
“Mmmm.” Despite my hunger for more, I complied. My cock slid free of her with a breathy, slick sound, and I gritted my teeth.
The wet sound of separation was obscene, and my cock twitched again, already aching to be back inside.
My cum leaked from her folds, white gushes glistening against her dark brown skin. The sight made my cock lurch with violent pride, but I forced myself to breathe.
Then, her warm fingers curled around my length, and her hand slid slowly up my shaft. “I’m sore, but. . .are you sore too?”
“Cocks don’t get sore, Tora. They get hungry. They get relentless. They get. . .obsessed.”
Her fingers stroked me again, even slower this time, her grip careful, like she was testing me. “Hmmm. Obsession sounds a lot like soreness with an ego.”
“Ego?” I tilted her chin so her eyes met mine. “This cock has no ego. Just purpose.”
She laughed again, soft and wicked. “And what’s its purpose?”
I guided her hand tighter around me, groaning at the slick heat her touch left behind. “To keep you filled. To remind you who you belong to. To make sure every time you walk, you feel me.”
Her breath hitched, but she still smirked. “I definitely think I will be walking with a small limp tomorrow.”
A dark groan escaped me.
I kissed her softly, and she moved her hands from my cock and wrapped her arms around my waist.
A sigh tumbled out of me. I loved the feeling of her next to me.
I kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her cheek, worshiping her softly, reverently, until her breathing slowed and she relaxed against me, boneless and safe. “Did I bite you too hard tonight?”
“Of course you did.”
“It hurt?”
“Yes.”
“Did it feel good too?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to stop biting you?”
She licked her lips. “Would you stop if I told you to?”
“No.”
She chuckled.
I kissed the corner of her mouth. “I think I’m getting addicted to biting you.”
“Be careful, Dragon. Tigers can bite too.”
“Hmmm.” I kissed the other corner of her mouth. “I might like that.”
She tried to laugh, but it came out as a broken sigh.
I kissed her again, softer this time, as if I could soothe the ache I’d left in her body. I grabbed her hand and rubbed her tender wrist, massaging the blood back into her skin. Each circle of my thumb felt like an apology.
Each kiss to her palm felt like a vow.
I took her in.
She was sore, swollen, and claimed.
I’d painted her pussy with my seed, ruined her, and I needed to take care of what I had destroyed.
I bent down and kissed her where my teeth had marked her earlier. “You’re so perfect. I may not be able to stop biting you, but. . .every bruise, every ache. . .I’ll soothe it. I’ll worship it.”
She shivered as I licked the sweat from her skin, soft laps that contrasted every savage thrust I’d given her. She whimpered, sensitive, overstimulated, but she didn’t push me away.
“Stay here, Tora.”
“Where are you going?”
“Don’t move.”
“Okay.” Her lashes fluttered, heavy with exhaustion, but she gave me the smallest nod.
Reluctantly, I slipped from the bed, the sudden loss of her heat was a blade dragging down my skin.
My cock twitched at the obscene sight of my seed still dripping from her, streaking her thighs in little rivers of proof.
I groaned low in my chest, before forcing myself to turn away.
The floor was cold under my feet, reality intruding, but every step carried my vow: I destroy, I bite, I bruise, and still—I will be the one to mend.
I got to the bathroom and at the basin, I poured warm water and lavender soap into a bowl, dipped in a fresh cloth, and wrung it out until droplets ran over my knuckles.
It was difficult not to focus on the fact that all of this was so new to me.
No one had ever been in my actual bed, not the one where I slept.
No one had ever left the sheets ruined, the air heavy, the mattress soaked with the scent of us.
And I’d fucked countless women in my life, but not once had I risen from the bed for them. Not once had I thought about cloths and warm water, about wiping them clean as though they were something sacred instead of something used.
This was the first time.
She was the first woman to make a mess so beautiful it broke me. The first woman I ever wanted to cradle after destruction, to soothe after I had devoured.
God help me—she was changing me in ways I never thought possible.
Thank God my Eyes aren’t here, witnessing this.
The Dragon didn’t clean.
The Dragon didn’t tend.
The Dragon didn’t ache and tear up when a woman sighed against him and whispered love in his ear.
But this wasn’t any woman.
This was my Tiger.
Cloth and bowl in hand, I returned to the bed, and the world steadied the moment her eyes found mine.
She smiled at me. It was a simple, tired smile, but it shattered me into a thousand pieces, only to bring me back together again.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, dipping the cloth into the bowl and allowing the lavender scent to fill the room.
Next, I moved towards her and began to wipe her body.
She let out a soothing gasp.
“How do you feel, Tora?”
“Spoiled.”
“Good.” My heart hummed against my ribcage. "You deserve to be spoiled, Tora."
My hands moved gently over her body, the cloth warm and soft as it slipped over her skin.
Another soft sigh escaped her lips.