Page 454 of Hate Mates

His words make me tremble, the weight of his claim sinking deep into my chest. “Yes,” I whisper, trembling with need. “Yours.”

The corner of his mouth lifts in a wicked smile, and he scoops me into his arms without hesitation. The silk of his kimono brushes against my skin as he carries me around the balcony. He moves through an open window, taking me to a room bathed in the warm glow of paper lanterns.

He sets me down on the edge of the low bed, his fingers lingering on my waist. “Say it again,” he demands softly, his voice a low growl. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I reply, the words spilling from my lips without hesitation.

He kneels before me, his powerful frame folding gracefully, the hem of his kimono pooling around him. His hands slide up my thighs, the warmth of his palms searing through the fabric of myfurisode. “I’ve wanted this—wanted you—since the moment I saw you,” he says, his gaze holding mine. “But tonight, Ena, I’ll make you feel it.”

With deliberate care, he unties theobiat my waist, the intricate knots coming undone beneath his skilled fingers. The silk parts, sliding down my shoulders and pooling at my feet, leaving me bare before him. His sharp intake of breath is audible, his eyes roaming over me with a reverence that makes me feel both powerful and vulnerable.

“Perfection,” he murmurs, his hands brushing over my curves. “You’re everything.”

I reach for him, my fingers slipping beneath the folds of his kimono, but he catches my wrists, holding them gently but firmly. “No,hime. Let me show you.” He guides my hands to my sides before leaning in, pressing a kiss to my collarbone. Hislips travel lower, tracing a path down the swell of my breasts, his tongue flicking over sensitive skin until I’m gasping beneath him.

His hands grip my hips as he kisses lower, his breath hot against my stomach. When his lips reach the apex of my thighs, I tense, but his voice cuts through the haze. “Relax,” he murmurs, his tone soothing yet commanding. “I’ll take care of you.”

He parts my thighs gently, settling between them as his hands slide upward. His fingers trace over my skin, teasing, exploring, before he dips between my folds, his touch deliberate and skilled. The sensation is overwhelming, pleasure sparking to life with every movement.

“You’re so wet for me,” he growls, his voice thick with approval. “So ready.”

Before I can respond, his mouth replaces his fingers, and the first stroke of his tongue sends a jolt through my body. I clutch the bedding, a moan slipping from my lips as he devours me, his tongue moving with precision. He alternates between soft, languid strokes and firm, focused pressure, his lips closing around my clit as he sucks gently.

“Taka,” I gasp, my head falling back as he pushes me higher and higher. His grip tightens on my thighs, holding me in place as I writhe beneath him. He slides a finger inside me, then another, stretching me slowly and carefully, preparing me for him. His fingers curl, hitting a spot that has me crying out, my release building fast and inevitable.

“That’s it,” he murmurs against me, his voice muffled but commanding. “Let go, Ena. I’ve got you.”

With a broken moan, I shatter, my climax washing over me in waves. He doesn’t stop, his mouth and fingers drawing out every ounce of pleasure until I’m trembling beneath him.

When he finally pulls back, his lips glisten with evidence of my release. He kisses his way back up my body, pausing to teasemy breasts with his tongue, his hands cradling my curves like they’re precious. “You’re so beautiful when you come undone,” he whispers, his voice filled with awe.

He shrugs off his kimono, revealing the tattoos that cover his powerful chest and arms. The intricate designs swirl over his skin, telling a story I want to know. My breath catches as I take him in—every inch of him is built to dominate, to protect. But tonight, he’s mine.

“Don’t be afraid.” He leans over me, his body pressing me back against the bed. “I’ll go slow. I’ll take care of you.”

He guides himself to my entrance, his gaze locked on mine. The heat of him against me makes me shiver, and I grip his shoulders as he begins to push inside, the stretch intense but exhilarating. He stills, his forehead resting against mine, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice rough with restraint.

“Yes,” I whisper, my body adjusting to him. “Don’t stop.”

He begins to move, slow and measured, giving me time to adjust. But as the pleasure builds, the pace quickens, and his thrusts become deeper, more urgent. His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he drives into me, his body pressing me into the mattress.

“You feel incredible,” he groans, his voice rough with need. “So perfect,hime. Made for me.”

I cling to him, my nails digging into his back as I meet his thrusts, the sensation overwhelming. The pleasure builds to a crescendo, and when I shatter around him, his name falls from my lips in a broken cry. He follows moments later, his release warm and claiming, his body shuddering against mine.

As the aftershocks fade, he collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms. His lips press against my temple, his breath warm against my skin. “Ena,” he murmurs, his voice soft and full of reverence. “You’re mine now. I’m never letting you go.”

I nestle against his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear. “You’re going to be my queen, Ena Matsuda,” he whispers, his voice filled with conviction.

And no matter what the odds are, in this moment, I believe him.

Want to know about Takashi and Ena’s legacy? ReadHer Ruthless Warrior—the story of their son, Hoka Nishimura.

About the Author

R.G. Angelis an international bestselling author known for writing gripping romance filled with heart, heat, and a touch of darkness. Whether it’s mafia, Yakuza, or billionaire antiheroes, her stories explore powerful emotions, intense chemistry, and complex relationships.

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