He bit down, just slightly, as if emphasizing his words.
Jin's breath hitched—his body still sensitive from before. "Y-Yes…" he gasped, voice ragged. "I'm yours… completely."
Ming Ji's teeth grazed his skin. "Damn right," he growled, voice thick with possession. "I've claimed you in every way possible. And I'm not letting you forget it."
̶"You'll feel me for days," he murmured, one hand sliding down to grip Jin's hip possessively. "Every time you move… every time you breathe… you'll remember how deep I was inside you."
Jin let out a soft whimper—weak, trembling. It was too much… and yet not enough.
Ming Ji smiled against his neck. "*Good boy,*" he whispered. "Now rest in my arms. But don't think this is over."
His voice dropped lower—dark, promising.
"I'm going to *ruin* you all over again tomorrow."
̶The next morning, Jin slowly came awake. He felt sore, but good—sated, satisfied, and still a little bit needy.
