Kai leaned over her once more, lips grazing the shell of her ear.
"Beautiful," he whispered, voice thick with lust and command. "Completely mine."
Taigah couldn't speak. Couldn't even move. Her fingers trembled, barely gripping the pillow beneath her. Her whole body was quaking—her mind reduced to pure sensation, unable to form words, only whimpers.
But he wasn't done.
He straddled her from behind, one hand sliding beneath her body to grab her breast. His palm molded over the soft curve, squeezing firmly as his thumb flicked over her hardened nipple.
"A-Ahhn—!" she gasped, jerking under his touch.
"Still sensitive here?" he murmured, before lowering his head and dragging his tongue slowly along her back, then dipping down to her shoulder blade. His teeth followed, nipping, marking. Claiming.
Then both his hands gripped her chest, roughly kneading her breasts from behind as he drove into her again.
"Master! I—Aahhn! It's too much! T-Too sensitive—!"
