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And my world crumbled.
That single inch shattered me. I gasped—high and sharp—head thrown back as my spine arched and my bodytookhim 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 beinganointed.
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 usevaporatedin 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?
