Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 115388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Perhaps that was why he continued, relentless and with no fucking mercy.
Holy fuck!
I thought Hiroko had properly warned me, but she hadn’t even come close.
This was a fucking rollercoaster ride that I could not get off.
His tongue danced in intricate, swirling patterns, while his fingers pressed into my thighs with a possessive grip from below.
The throne between us creaked.
My pussy throbbed with a rhythmic pulse as my entire being dissolved into heat, flame, and ash.
“Oh! Oh!” I clung to the arms of the throne, needing something to anchor me as he claimed me with the exquisite mastery of his mouth.
Tears spilled from the corners of my eyes. Not from pain. From how fucking seen I felt. Like he was tasting every part of me no one had ever touched—the grief, the glory, the mess. All of it.
This wasn’t a submissive servant.
This was a man reclaiming his right to possess me with every stroke of his tongue.
And I let him.
His mouth moved lower, tongue spearing inside my pussy.
My hands flew to my breasts, squeezing my nipples, trying to ground myself in the onslaught of pleasure and losing. "Oh my god, Dragon. . .fuck. . .fuck!"
He grunted. A pleased sound. Proud of himself. And then he returned to my clit, fast now, feral.
“G-good. . .little. . .D-dragon!”
His next groan was deep, guttural—like pleasure was pain and pain was devotion. Like tasting me hurt him in the most beautiful way.
Next, I felt something break.
Maybe it was my pride.
Maybe it was my fear.
Maybe it was the last part of me that didn’t believe I could be loved this way.
And then. . .I shattered with a scream that didn’t sound human. My vision went white. My legs jerked. My body roared to life. My mind blanked.
Somewhere in the haze, I realized I hadn’t just said his name, I had loudly moaned it like a great declaration to the world. “Kenji!!!”
My hips bucked up hard.
I was sobbing, I think, or laughing—something between them.
The orgasm tore through me.
I didn’t come—I was taken.
And the whole time I rode the pleasure, he slowed his devouring. His tongues strokes became more gentle now. He was now a dragon lapping up water as the world burned around him.
Licking and savoring the aftermath.
Drawing out my trembles with each press of his tongue.
Stunned, I looked down through the carved hole of the throne and saw his eyes—glassy, wide, reverent.
He pulled back to breathe, and I saw it. My wetness shining on his mouth, his chin. The red imprint of my thighs on his cheeks. I marked him—and he looked grateful for the scar.
My body was still shaking.
And in that moment, we weren’t playing roles anymore. We were just two broken things holding on through pleasure, through power, through everything we couldn’t say.
I didn’t feel victorious.
I felt fabulously undone.
His mouth had broken me open and poured something new inside.
Something terrifying.
Something permanent.
And I would never be the same again.
He licked his lips and groaned. “Now it’s my turn to order, and your turn to obey.”
What?
Chapter forty-seven
The Dragon's Turn
Nyomi
Kenji rose.
Slow at first.
With his face happily soaked in my release.
But he was no longer my good little Dragon.
My humble submissive was gone.
I saw it in the tense flex of his arms, the hard line of his chest rising. He was all golden-brown skin, muscled and inked with dragons and hydras. Art carved from menace.
The rose-shaped piercing glinted at the tip of his cock, slick, flushed, and standing thick between us like a weapon.
Fuck.
I couldn’t even move.
His tongue had drained me.
His presence now pinned me.
He wasn’t kneeling anymore.
He was hunting.
And I—trembling and breathless—was his prey.
He stood tall, towering above me, and I swear I forgot how to breathe again. Barely three feet of space ran between us. Me on the throne and him in front, baring that big cock.
His eyes bore into me.
I swallowed. “Your turn?”
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “My turn.”
I had to say something. Anything. Before I melted back into the throne like wax. So. . .I lifted my chin in defiance, though my thighs still quaked from the orgasm he dragged out of me. “There are no turns, Dragon. I am the one who commands the throne.”
His smirk was all teeth and control. “Is that what you think?”
A delicious shiver ran through me. I gave him an innocent pout. “You are the one who begged to taste me.”
“And I will beg again in the future.”
I blinked and almost got on my knees to suck him off. Instead, I cleared my throat. “Let’s not forget who had their tongue worshipping who.”
His eyes flared with amusement. “And you’re the one who nearly passed out from a single lick.”
“Perhaps, I was being dramatic.”
“Perhaps, You were unraveling.”
“No. . .” I swallowed and had to admit. “I was. . .burning.”
“Mmmm.” Kenji groaned. “Burning?”
“Yes.”
“It is true that when you play with fire, you get burned. But Tora. . .” Kenji stepped forward, closing the space between us until the heat of his body wrapped around mine. “When you play with a dragon, you don’t just burn—you get branded from the inside out. You ache in places no man has ever touched. You’re devoured until your soul forgets its name. . .and you’re left wet, wrecked, and mine.”