The Forever

Amelia's POV Victor's bite mark on my inner thigh is three days old, and I wear it like a secret victory. Tokyo became our playground—three months of discovering each other without personas, without walls, without anything except raw honesty and desperate need. Days exploring temples and night markets. Nights exploring each other with the kind of intensity that left us both wrecked and whole. And God, the nights. I'd known Victor was skilled—both as my boss and my Dom, he'd always been controlled, precise, devastating. But I hadn't known the extent of his knowledge, his creativity, his absolute determination to learn every way to make me come undone. Silk ties and ice. Commands whispered in darkness. His hand around my throat while he took me from behind, both of us watching in the mirror. The hotel staff definitely knew what we were doing, but Victor tipped well enough that no one complained. "Ready to go back?" he asks now, wrapping his arms around me from behind as we watch Tokyo's