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)
He licked there.
Sucked lightly.
Marked me.
My fingers clenched in his hair. “Please.”
He pulled back just enough to look at me again, yet our foreheads still touched. He rolled his hips slightly, so his cock pressed right against my clit.
I gasped.
“Do you feel that, Tora?”
“Y-yes.”
“You’re already mine.”
“I know.”
“Mmmm.” He kept kissing me, devouring me, nipping, licking, groaning. “You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow.”
“H-holy shit.”
He pressed me against the wall.
Only then did I realize—he’d carried me across the room without me even knowing. I’d been so lost in the drag of his mouth, the heat of his tongue, the weight of his kisses that the world had fallen away.
The wall met my spine with a sudden chill.
And then there was him.
His body surged into mine—solid, inked, dominant—caging me. His hands gripped my thighs, keeping me locked around his waist. His chest pressed to mine, chiseled pecs-to-soft breasts, and I could feel every ridge of muscle carved beneath his inked skin.
We weren’t erotically joined yet, but my body was already preparing to take him. Already trembling for his cock.
His breath hit my cheek, ragged and possessive.
“I’m finally going to have you.” He rolled his hips just slightly, and my back arched on instinct, spine bowing to his pressure.
“Ohhh.”
Then, with one hand, he lifted me higher while the other grabbed his cock. Soon the mushroomed tip of him slid lower, parting my pussy.
And god, I was ready, despite the orgasm he’d already given me with his mouth.
His cock jerked against my entrance. A twitch—subtle, desperate, barely restrained. But I felt it. Felt it like a pulse through the heart of my pussy, like a warning that something holy and unholy was about to split me open.
I could see it in his eyes too.
The crack in his composure. The raw unraveling of that precise, dominant control he wore like armor. His breath caught. His jaw tensed. His lashes dipped for half a second as if he were fighting himself.
He licked his lips. “Say it again.”
My heart thudded hard. “Say what?”
He pressed forward—not into me, not yet, but closer. His forehead nearly touched mine, our breaths tangled. I could feel the heat of his cock’s head resting against my entrance, thick and slick, the pierced crown teasing my folds like it was kissing me open.
“Say I’m your good little Dragon.”
Oh my fucking God.
The filthy sweetness of that sentence punched the air from my lungs. My pussy clenched so hard. I was so needy, trembling, aching to be filled. I swallowed. My voice shook as the words formed in my throat. “You’re my good little Dragon.”
A low, animalistic groan ripped from his chest, and then he pushed into me.
Just an inch.
Just the thick tip of him entering me.
And my world crumbled.
That single inch shattered me. I gasped—high and sharp—head thrown back as my spine arched and my body took him like it had been waiting for this moment my whole damn life.
He pushed in another inch.
He was so hot. So thick. The stretch was slow and sinful, like my body wasn’t about to be fucked, it was being anointed.
My legs tightened even more around his waist.
My fingernails dug into his shoulders.
My pussy fluttered around him like I couldn’t decide whether to pull him deeper or keep him right there—right on the edge of ruining me.
“Oh shit,” I breathed, vision blurring. My mind went quiet. Every thought, every plan, every ounce of distance I thought I could hold between us evaporated in the pressure of his cock just breaching me.
If I hadn’t already known I wasn’t leaving Tokyo, I would have known then.
Because I couldn’t.
Not after his tongue.
Not after this cock.
Not after feeling what it meant to be branded from the inside out.
He lowered his mouth to my neck and gave this long lick.
I shuddered.
“I want to rush into this, Tora. Fuck. I deserve to slam hard into you and tear this pussy up.”
So naughty all I could do was tremble. “Do it.”
“No.” He growled. “I must take my time and fuck you so deep your past lives remember me.”
I blinked.
Wait. What did he just say?
My jaw dropped.
So deep my past lives remembered him?
A laugh caught in my throat—half disbelief, half raw, stunned arousal.
I looked at him and he didn’t smile or blink, just stared at me like he meant every goddamn syllable.
Oh fuck. So then. . .he really means it?
Chapter 48
While the World Burns
Nyomi
I had fucked around and found out.
Taunting a man like Kenji all night long?
It probably was not the wisest decision of my life because I thought I could play with fire and walk away unscathed. Thought I could flash a little thigh, command him to kneel, wave a feathered stick like a queen, ride his face, and still keep control.
But. . .the thing about his fire. . .his flames had learned me. They had figured out what made me tremble.