Page 177 of Dragon 7

“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.”