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)
Feeding on my surrender.
“Oh shit!” I managed to gasp out between pants, the sweet torture too much to bear but he only growled low and flicked his tongue again over my oversensitive clit completely dominating me and eliciting another whimper from my body.
His muscles strained against the bindings. His tattooed chest glistened with sweat, heaving with exertion and desire as he continued his pleasurable assault.
“Okay. Okay,” I pulled his head away and trembled. “Holy fuck!”
Finally relenting, he pulled back slowly leaving me gasping and dazed as his tongue traced a path up my inner thigh.
His eyes grew darker than ever before. The wild intensity in them stirred something primal within my soul.
"Untie me," his voice was a husky growl that vibrated through me. “Now.”
The thought of those strong hands on my body sent another jolt of electricity through me.
I looked down at him—sweaty, panting, glowing with the kind of hunger that only certain women understood—the hunger to be seen and worshipped.
To be fucked like royalty.
To be touched like we were the miracle.
He knelt there, chest heaving, hair wild.
A Dragon undone.
“Tora. Untie me. Now.”
I steadied my breath. “And if I don’t?”
“Your pussy will pay for it eventually.”
“Are you threatening my pussy?”
He licked his lips.
“I should leave you here like this,” I lifted my foot and rubbed it along the curve of his cock.
Shivering, he moaned low.
“I should leave you hard, aching, and leaking all over the floor.”
He moaned low.
“But I won’t. . .Dragon. . .”
Leaning over, I reached down and fisted his cock in one hand, tight and slow.
He groaned like it hurt and healed him at the same time.
“You’ve been good,” I leaned in closer and kissed him. “And good boys deserve to cum.”
“Nyomi,” he moaned. “Please.”
I licked my lips and began to jack that big, thick cock. “Cum for me, Dragon.”
His response was immediate, a guttural groan that resonated in the air around us as his hips thrust into my hand.
Fucking my closed fist so hard I wished it was my pussy.
Mmmm.
I watched him, entranced by the sight of this underworld king coming undone for me.
He kept pumping that big cock into my closed hand. His eyes closed and his head tilted back, revealing the throbbing vein in his neck.
His voice came out strained. "Oh fuck."
“That's it,” I brushed my lips along his ear. “Let go.”
“Fuck,” he panted. Sweat trickled down his flushed skin. “Tora. . .”
Then, his body shuddered and stiffened, hit by an unseen force.
A primal growl tore through him and he came with a force that made my hand slick with his release. His cum was thick and spilling across my palm like hot liquid silk.
“Yes, Dragon,” I continued to pump his cock.
Then. . .
I woke up on Zo’s living room futon with a quick jolt.
GASPING.
The sheets were twisted around my legs.
What the fuck?
My chest rose in ragged pants.
Sweat clung to my skin.
And between my trembling thighs?
Soaking wet arousal.
My clit throbbed and that dream twisted along my skin.
I could hear Zo’s loud snoring from his bedroom.
"Fuck," I whispered, staring at the ceiling. "What the hell was that?"
But I already knew.
Kenji Sato had ruined me.
Even in my sleep.
That felt so damn real.
I blinked, completely disoriented.
Fuck! I wish that was real!
Zo’s living room was still.
Quiet.
My mouth tasted like honey and smoke.
Sweet.
Dark.
Burnt sugar melting on my tongue chased by the phantom of heat. Like I’d licked fire, and it had licked me back.
My core throbbed—deep and slow—the way it always did after I’d come hard.
I felt wrecked.
Stretched open.
My clit buzzed, swollen and oversensitive like it had been worshipped all night. Every inch of me tingled with afterglow, my skin flushed with a fever that had no cause.
Now I realized that the sheets beneath me were soaked and not just damp with sweat. Wet with something slicker, sweeter, and utterly mine. The air smelled like sex—my sex—and the faint citrus-amber scent of the candle I’d blown out hours ago.
What kind of dream was that?
I dragged a shaky hand across my inner thigh, stunned to find more evidence of my climax still clinging there; warm and undeniable.
“Jesus,” I whispered, voice husky and raw. “I came in a fucking dream about him?”
Kenji Sato hadn’t even touched me yet and my body was lit up like he had dragged his tongue across every nerve ending and kissed my soul through my pussy.
Can you even cum from a dream? And. . .while dreaming?
I lay there in the silence, chest heaving, heart racing.
Well. . .I just did. . .so. . .
My pulse still beat out one name—Kenji.
The worst part?
My body didn’t feel satisfied.
It felt awakened.
Starved.
Desperate for more.
Sleep was out of the question.
No fucking way.
Not after that.
What time is it anyway?
I grabbed my phone off the nightstand.
4:42 a.m.
Tokyo still slept.
But. . .was Kenji asleep?
Still holding my phone, I turned on my side and stared at the ceiling again, like the shadows up there might explain why my brain had summoned that dream—so vivid, so consuming, so damn sacred it felt like a memory I’d lived through instead of imagined.