The Hollow Feeling #2
His thumb pressed harder against my pulse. “Tora, I crossed an island covered in blood to return to you. Tell me what remains to be earned.”
I smirked. “Yet. . .I need more.”
“Your pulse is racing too fast for a woman still making decisions.”
“My pulse is racing because I’m happy the war has ended. Now I can start dating all the eligible bachelors in Tokyo.”
“You are provoking a man who spent yesterday solving every problem with death.”
“I am merely standing up for my rights as a woman with no ring on her finger, free to do what she wants.”
“Your mouth has become reckless since the war ended.”
“Can’t a queen test her king?”
“She can, but don’t ever forget what made him king.”
“Mmm.” I grinned. “That’s sexy.”
“No, Tora. Continue with your bold thoughts.” He licked his lips. “I want to hear how brave you sound before I remind your body who I am.”
“Now who is the one talking shit?”
“Talking shit?” His gaze dropped to my throat. “No. I am deciding where to leave the consequence.”
He leaned over, and his mouth came down on my throat where his old bite marks lived. He sucked hard enough that I whimpered.
He groaned, and his teeth found the same place he had marked before and bit down again, refreshing the claim.
I gasped. “Oh!”
Then his mouth traveled lower. He dragged his lips across my collarbone. Soon, he licked down my breast and caught one of my nipples between his teeth and sucked.
“Oh fuck.” I arched off the mattress, and my hand flew to the back of his head. "Kenji. . ."
"Say my name again."
"Kenji. . ."
He sucked hard, and the pull went straight to my pussy.
"Oh, God."
"Not God." His mouth moved to my other nipple. "Me."
"You. Mmm. It's all you, baby."
“No ring. Huh?” His hand slid down my stomach. “Very well. Until I place one on your finger, you will wear my marks around your throat.”
I trembled.
“Is that okay, Tora?”
“M-maybe.”
“You like when I bite you?”
“It’s getting addicting.”
“Mmm.” His fingers moved past the silk still gathered at my waist and pushed under the fabric. He found me wet, warm, and swollen, and he groaned against my breast. "This is mine. Or do you have another joke?"
“No.”
“Then, this is mine?”
"Yes, baby."
"Say it."
"My pussy is yours, Kenji."
His finger circled my clit slow.
Then slower.
Then he stopped. “Are you sure, Tora?”
I whined and bucked my hips toward his hand. "Please."
"Please what?"
"Please, Dragon."
“Mmm. Good Tiger.” His finger slid inside me. Then a second. He curled them and pressed against the place that made my thighs shake. His thumb worked my clit in tight circles, and his mouth returned to mine.
He curled his fingers deeper, and the heel of his hand began to grind against my clit. My hips lifted off the mattress on their own.
He broke the kiss. His breath dragged hot across my mouth. "Do you like when I touch your pussy like this?"
I bit my bottom lip. "Yes."
"Say it, Tora." His thumb replaced the heel of his hand and worked slow, delicious circles along my clit. "Tell me exactly what you like."
"I like when your fingers curl inside me." My voice cracked on the last word. "I like when your thumb doesn't stop. I like. . .I like that you always know exactly where to make me go crazy."
"Mmm. Good Tiger." His fingers pushed deeper. "Say it filthier."
"I like when you finger-fuck me until I forget my name. You’re a nasty man."
His mouth curved against mine. "There she is."
He kissed me again, and his tongue moved with the rhythm of his fingers. This deranged enormous amount of lust traveled through our bond, almost making me orgasm. My vision blurred at the edges. Colors bled together.
My heart boomed in my chest.
Every nerve ending flared at once as his desire fed mine in a loop.
It was like he was fucking me through the bond and he hadn’t even filled me with his cock yet.
OH FUCK!
“Do you feel how much I want to fuck you, Tora?”
I shivered. “God yes.”
“There’s nothing I can ever hide from you now. Not even my desire.”
His fingers curled harder inside me, and my back arched off the mattress.
“Shit!”
“You feel that, Tora?” His thumb dragged tight circles over my clit. “Every filthy thing I want to do to you. . .you feel it now?”
“Y-yes.” My thighs shook against his hand.
“Good.” He pulled his fingers out of me, raised them between us, and slid them into his own mouth. His eyes closed.
You nasty Little Dragon.
I licked my own lips.
A rough groan rolled up from his chest as he sucked those fingers clean.
Fuck.
When his eyes opened again, they were dark with lust. He moved faster than before.
His muscular body loomed over me. Morning light poured through the tall windows and caught every ridge of his chest, the dark tattoos curling down his ribs, the white bandage still wrapped low across his side.
Sweat had already gathered at his collarbone.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his black pajama pants and dragged them down.
“Yes.” I trembled. “That’s what I want.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes, baby.”
His cock sprang free—thick, veined, heavy, jutting hard against his stomach—and the gold piercing along the head shimmered in the sunlight.
My mouth watered, and my pussy got even more wet, dripping down my thighs and onto the sheets.
He fisted his cock at the base. “I wanted to fuck you last night, but you were exhausted.”
“You could have woke me up with that.”
“Could I?”
“Oh yes.”
“Careful, Tora. You’ll end up waking to my cock every fucking morning.”
“I double-dare you, Dragon.”
“Naughty Tiger.” Pre-cum beaded at the head. “I should stuff this in your mouth first.”
“But you want this pussy bad. I can feel it through our bond.”
“Spread your legs wider.”
I did, and cool air kissed how wet I was.
He leaned his head to the side. “The eligible men in Tokyo?”
“It was a joke.”
His nostrils flared. His jaw locked hard enough that a muscle jumped in his cheek. “Still. . .your pussy should understand that’s not funny.”
I pouted. “Be nice to my pussy.”
He leaned forward and dragged the head of his cock through my folds. Very fucking slow. That thick mushroomed tip slid across my clit, and I shook in pleasure.
“Oh fuck.” My hips lifted off the mattress. “Oh fuck, Kenji.”
“I don’t want to be nice to her.”
“You better be.”
“I need to stamp my claim to your pussy.”
I widened my eyes. “Everyone knows it’s yours.”
“Are you sure about that?” He placed his cock at my entrance and pushed just the tip in.
“Oh.” My breath caught.
He went in some more.
The piercing was there—cold, hard and right there. My pussy clenched around it before he had even given me the rest.
“Very naughty Tiger.” He sneered, grabbing my legs up. I couldn’t even stop him as he began to spread me even wider and have my knees up to my chest.
Before I could speak, he sank that big cock into me in one long, ruthless slide.
The stretch burned.
The piercing dragged.
Every inch of him carved a place inside me that I did not know existed until this second.
Oh God. Oh God.
He bottomed out and stayed there. His forehead lowered to mine. His chest heaved. Sweat dripped from his hairline onto my cheek.
I looked down between us.
I could see where his thick cock stretched me open, where my wetness coated the base of him already, where the dark hair at his root pressed against my own.
His stomach flexed against mine. The dragon tattoo curling over his ribs moved with every breath.
His piercing was buried so deep inside me I could feel the shape of it against my walls.
And through the bond, purpose poured in.
I felt his unmistakable, driving primal need to fill me with his cum.
To flood me with it.
To empty himself so deep inside my womb that his seed would not be able to help but take.
Jesus Christ. He’s insane.
It was so strong my vision blurred at the edges again as his intention slid raw and unfiltered through our bond. I could damn near formulate the thoughts in his head.
“I am going to fuck a baby back into you.”
I gasped.
“I am going to come inside you ten times a day. Every day. For as long as it takes.”
“Kenji—”
“Morning. Noon. Middle of the night. My cock will live inside this pussy until you give me another child.”
OH FUCK!
My whole body flushed hot. My pussy clenched around him so hard he groaned. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a small voice whispered is it too soon, we just lost her, are you ready—but that voice was drowning.
Drowning in his lust.
Drowning in mine.
Drowning in the way his cock felt inside me and the way his intention was flooding my chest like a tide with nowhere to go.
I did not know if I was ready.
I did not know if my body should carry another life this soon.
I did not know what was right.
I only knew I wanted him to try.
I wanted him to try right now.
I wanted him to try until the sheets were soaked and my thighs were slick with him and his cum was leaking down the backs of my legs and even spilling out my mouth if that was anatomically correct.
I whimpered, “Kenji, I can feel what you want.”
He raised his head, and those wicked eyes met mine. “Then you know what I am about to do to you.”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“You’re going to fill me up.”
“Every day, Tora.”
“Yes.”
“Until you swell up with my child again.”
“It’s so strong inside of you. You’re insane.”
“But are you going to let me?”
My mouth said, “Yes,” before my mind could catch up. The answer came out of my body, not my brain. My pussy squeezed him hard in agreement. My hips tilted up to meet him.
The bond roared.
His control snapped.