KENJI
It's over. A brutal, perfect claiming. I pull out of her, my body still humming with a savage satisfaction. But it's not enough. I need to see her eyes. I need her to see me.
My hand tangles in her hair fisting it, and I pull her head back, not hard, but with enough force to arch her spine. She gasps, her body tense against mine. Now she's looking at me, her brown eyes wide and dazed, her lips parted. I can see my reflection in her pupils. I am all she sees.
I crush my mouth to hers. This kiss isn't like the one in the dark last night. That was about reassurance. This one is a brand. It's a seal on the possession I just took. She tastes like us, like salt and surrender.
As I kiss her, my other hand works at the belt still looped around her wrists. The leather falls away with a soft thud onto the carpet. She moans against my lips as her arms are freed, stretching them, the blood flowing back.
