Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 154368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 617(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 617(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
The fear.
The love.
The desperate need to keep him here with me forever.
"Kenji," I gasped. "I'm going to cum."
"Fuck yes. Cum for me, Tora." His voice was rough and wrecked. "Cum hard on my cock."
I shattered.
The orgasm blazed and set me on fire. My whole body seized up, and I screamed his name. An inferno of scorching pleasure exploded behind my eyes, and I felt myself clench around him over and over. Molten flames crashed into me, burning me away and turning me into a devastating liquid mess.
Kenji groaned and thrust into me one last time.
Deep.
So deep I felt him everywhere, even in my soul.
And then he was coming too.
His cock violently pulsed inside me and the heat of him spilled into me. "Fuck. Nyomi."
We stayed like that for a long moment in the shower. Breathing hard. Clinging to each other. The water still beating down on us. The steam still rising.
Finally, Kenji set me down gently. My legs were shaking, and he held me steady until I found my balance.
Oh my God.
I looked up at him.
The dragon-shadow was still there.
Still dark.
Still massive.
But Kenji was smiling at me. And for just a second, I let myself believe that everything would be okay.
That he would come back to me.
That we would survive this.
But will we?
Chapter twenty-nine
Our Tiger
Kenji
My Tiger's pussy was so good, I almost decided to stay on the island and forget the war.
Almost.
Because I knew what my father was capable of, and I knew what my father would do if I delayed any further. I had to stay focused and get rid of him so that me and Nyomi could have a future.
But fuck, between the scent of her pussy and the memory of her moans in my ear, I wanted to burn the whole world down just to keep this moment going. Her eyes were still glazed from the orgasm I'd just given her.
I kissed her again.
Couldn't help it.
My mouth found hers, and she melted into me like she always did.
Soft.
Trusting.
Mine.
When I finally pulled back, we left the shower.
Goddamn it. I have to beat my father and get back to her. There can be no other outcome.
I handed her a towel and wrapped one around my own waist. Water dripped down my chest, and I watched her eyes track the movement. Heat flared in her gaze, and I almost said fuck it and took her right there against the bathroom counter.
But I had a war to fight.
I sighed. "Have fun when you get your hair braided."
She frowned as if the very idea would be impossible.
My voice came out rougher than I intended. "Go ahead and continue with the plans for the day. Watch the movies with everyone left on the island. Raise the morale among our people.”
She sighed.
“Do not stress about me. I want you to be happy and safe."
“Okay.” She nodded, but I could see the worry still sitting in her eyes.
Toweled up, we walked into the bedroom together, and that's when I heard Hiro's voice.
"And don't forget about finishing up any plans for the party. We can surely have the party this evening in celebration for killing our father."
“What the fuck?!” Nyomi jumped beside me.
I stopped us by the doorway and stared. “Are you insane?”
“Some would say yes.” Hiro lounged on our bed like he owned it. His head rested on Nyomi's pillows, and his bare feet were crossed at the ankles. He had a joint between his lips, and smoke curled lazily up toward the ceiling. A knife sat on the bed next to him, gleaming in the low light.
I frowned. "Are you comfortable?"
Hiro pulled the joint from his mouth and blew out smoke. "Of course. Although I must complain that the noise from the shower was not loud enough to my liking. We’ll have to change that one day."
I sneered.
“Just a small critique, brother. Nothing to get pissed about.”
Nyomi blinked. “How long have you been there?”
“Not long enough.” He leaned forward and pressed his face into her pillow, inhaled deeply, and then he looked at me with that infuriating grin. "Did you know the bed smells like your Tiger?"
“I’m aware of that. I’m more annoyed you know that.”
He inhaled the pillow again. “I’ll have to come visit here more often.”
I crossed the room. “I’m changing the guards in front of my bedroom.”
“Why? New ones won’t stop me from coming in here either.”
“A Fang could.”
“No, Brother. It would need to be at least three Fangs.”
“I’ll be sure to let them know that.” I took the joint from his hand.
The paper was damp where his lips had been, and I brought it to my mouth and inhaled. The smoke was thick and earthy, with a sweetness underneath that told me this was the good stuff. The kind Hiro kept hidden in his personal stash. I held it in my lungs for a moment before exhaling slowly.