The game had gone on too long.
Blazar's chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, her body trembling against the sheets that had long since been twisted beyond recognition.
Her green hair clung to her damp forehead, and she could taste the salt of her own desperation on her lips.
She had been so sure of herself, so certain she could outlast him, outmaneuver him, prove that she wasn't just another woman who would do as he ordered. But now, hours into this exquisite torture, her resolve was cracking like ice in spring.
Ryuzaki knelt above her, his violet eyes drinking in every tremor that ran through her frame. His pale skin seemed to glow in the morning light, and those perfectly sculpted lips curved in a smile that was equal parts beautiful and cruel.
His fingers traced lazy circles along her inner thigh, barely touching, just enough to make her skin burn with want.
