Page 60 of Her Fearless Ronin

Tears filled my eyes. “Then let it be a beautiful ending,” I murmured, pulling him back to me. “Let’s make this night a memory, a testament to what we shared.”

I saw hesitation in his eyes for a few seconds as his eyebrows dipped. I was not above begging for a last night together, but before I could speak, I saw it; his control snapped, and the almost animalistic side of him took over. He crashed his lips on mine and grabbed my bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently.

He let his hands roam down my body, grabbing my ass and pulling me up, and as I gasped, he deepened the kiss with a dominance I was more than happy to submit to.

I wrapped my legs around his narrow waist as he walked to the bedroom without breaking the kiss.

He finally broke the kiss as he let me fall on the bed and removed his shirt in the same movement. I stared at his beautiful chest, taking in as much detail of his tattoos as possible, trying to imprint them in my memory.

He kept his eyes on me as he slowly undid his jeans, each movement increasing the desperate pool of desire forming in my lower belly. He lowered them, along with his underwear, and he stood there in front of me, his body utter perfection—hard and defined as if he had been sculpted in marble. His impressive length standing straight, his desire as intense as mine.

Seeing him in all his naked glory sent my heart into overdrive, its rapid beats echoing loudly in my ears. Without hesitation, I shed my own shirt, letting it join the discarded pile on the floor. I was thankful for the forethought to have left the bra behind earlier. With a swift motion, I slid off my yoga pants, leaving nothing between us but the raw intensity of our emotions.

I felt brazen. Powerful. And despite the remaining shyness, I opened my legs wide, showing him the extent of my own desire.

He licked his lips as he joined me on the bed, nestling himself between my legs, spreading me even more to accommodate his hulking body, pressing his hardness right on my overly sensitive clit, and I moaned at the simple contact.

“God, you’re breathtaking,” he murmured, his lips grazing my cheekbone before continuing a tortuous journey downward. The mix of soft licks and teasing bites sent waves of pleasure across my skin, bringing me to the verge of insanity.

My senses were on hyperdrive. I closed my eyes, wanting to memorize every nuance of this moment. I wanted to remember everything, every single detail. How my body reacted to his licks, his love bites, and gentle caresses. How his calloused fingers felt on my sensitive skin. How his hot skin and heavy body felt on top of me. How his cologne was even more intoxicating mixed with the shared exertions of lovemaking. And how it felt when his hot mouth closed around my nipples or how his tongue felt in my wet heat.

I was determined to hold on to every moment, every sharedbreath, every whispered word. Because I knew that after tonight, the memories would be all I had of my time with Jiro Saito.

After making me orgasm on his wicked tongue, he kissed his way back up and stopped for a second to put on a condom.

“Look into my eyes,koibito,” he said, his voice husky as he positioned himself against my entrance.

I met his gaze, noticing the intense focus in his eyes.

“I want to see all of you when—” He paused, searching my eyes for a hint of hesitation. “When I’m inside you.”

His intensity gripped me, holding me captive in the deep pools of his gaze. There was vulnerability there, mixed with desire, an emotion that echoed within my own heart.

I nodded, and he pushed in with torturing slowness until he was in to the hilt. He started to move slowly, and despite our overwhelming desire, he kept his thrusts slow and gentle. He made sweet love to me, whispering sweet words in Japanese as I held on to him, never wanting to let go.

I came again, and he followed quickly behind, and I wanted to weep at the intensity of what we’d just shared. I would never heal from Jiro.

The night was full of tenderness and passion. We explored each other, savoring every touch, every whispered word. It was a dance of love and heartbreak, of two souls trying to hold on to a fleeting moment.

As dawn approached, I nestled into Jiro’s embrace, the rhythmic beat of his heart lulling me to sleep.

When I awoke, the bed was empty, but a small box and a note lay on the side table.

Tears filled my eyes as I opened the box to reveal a stunning gold and diamond katana pendant. The note simply read, “I will always be your warrior.”

The room was filled with the echoes of our last night together, a bittersweet reminder of a love that was both profound and heartbreaking.

Chapter 19

Jiro

The California sun was a stark contrast to the memories that clouded my mind. The life I had left behind two years ago as Hoka’swakagashirawas familiar, like an old song you can’t help but hum along to. But even amid the familiarity, there was anemptiness, a void that seemed to grow with each passing day.

Hope.

She was everywhere, in every shadow, every whisper of the wind, every dream that took me away in the depths of the night. She was a ghost, not of the past, but of a future that could have been. A future where love wasn’t sacrificed for duty, where choices weren’t made out of obligation.

The garden was my sanctuary, a place where I could lose myself in thoughts and memories. The scent of blooming flowers. The gentle rustling of leaves. It all brought a semblance of peace.

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