Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Thunder growling.
Loud.
Violent.
Hungry.
Our mouths were that very chaos.
Any softness within her parted lips, I swallowed, consuming the sweet-salt of her and the faint mineral bite of the bath.
The world cinched tight to her pulse kicking under my thumb, the slick slide of our tongues, the wet drum of water rocking and splashing.
I eased into a cruel rhythm—barely there—just enough to make her chase, to make her rise after me, to make need lift in her throat like a whirlpool.
Circling.
Narrowing.
Inevitable.
Dragging her further under.
My grip at her nape tightened; my thumb heaved along the line of her pulse.
Mine.
Steam.
Breath.
Water on stone.
Her moans crashing like waves when I retreated, and then getting sharper when I returned.
She wanted to tame the beast, and that was fair.
She very well could.
I just wanted to remind her what a dragon does when invited into water—disrupt the tide, boil the ocean, and crown the woman with a roar.
My hands fisted in her hair, tilting her head back so I could go deeper, taking her breath and giving her mine in return.
She made a low, needy sound in her throat, and I felt it vibrate straight to my cock, hard and aching between us.
Fuck yeah, Tora.
Every shift of her wet body against mine was slick friction, sensual fire, and a dangerous erotic promise neither of us could ever resist.
This wasn’t a kiss for the sake of kissing—it was possession. My teeth grazed her bottom lip, my tongue claiming the inside of her mouth until she whimpered, her nails dragging down my back like she wanted marks to remember this by.
More hotness rolled off us in waves.
The air ran thick with our lust and lavender.
Her taste further imprinted in my mouth to the point where I couldn’t be gentle. I began to fuck her mouth with my tongue. I had my huge, muscular arms around her daring my Tiger to try and escape.
Water lapped at us.
Our wet hands began to explore each other.
Somehow she managed to pull away. “Kenji—”
“I’m not Kenji. I’m your good little Dragon.”
She panted. “You are not being a good little Dragon right now.”
Those words slid under my skin like a blade. My pulse spiked, not in irritation, but in that heady, dangerous way a battlefield could flip when the enemy got too close.
I liked her challenging me, even if I’d never admit it out loud. It stirred something war-born in me, the part that needed to reclaim ground, to press forward until she was gasping my name in apology.
My lips curved against her. “I am being your good little Dragon.”
“You’re not.”
"Your pussy isn’t aching. Be grateful," I growled, my voice low enough to deliver the threat against her lips. But inside, I was vibrating—half from the control I was clinging to, half from the need to ruin her pussy. I wanted to see her shiver for me, to feel her walls shutter around my cock and know I was the reason.
She widened her eyes. “What did you say?”
"You fucking heard me."
“Hmmm.”
To my surprise, the look in her eyes was defiance and surrender. That shit lit a fuse in my chest, the kind that could burn cities if she kept staring at me like that.
“Careful, Tora.” I took another kiss, slower this time, thorough as a claim. I mapped her mouth, asked nothing, demanded everything; she answered with a needy little tremor that made the water shiver outward in rippling rings.
“Look at me,” I murmured against her mouth.
She did—eyes bright, pupils blown, pulse racing where I felt it under my thumb. Her breath hitched, just once, but it was enough. Her eyelids fluttered half-closed, lashes wet from the steam curling around us.
My calm Queen was there, but she was swept through with feverish hot lust too, the kind of temperature that turned steel to gold.
I kissed the corner of her mouth, then the other. Next, I took her tongue with deranged hunger. When I was done ravaging her, I growled, “The next time you come into my war room dressed that sexy. That blouse showing your bra. That skirt hugging your fat curvy ass. Those goddamned heels. I will put you on my desk and fuck you in front of all my men. Do you understand?”
“But. . .”
I sneered. “But?”
“What if I would like that? You fucking me in the war room with all your men watching.”
A dark groan left me.
She chuckled. “In fact. . .let’s pencil that in for tomorrow afternoon. You’ll fuck me on that desk, and I’ll smile at your men while you fill me with cum.”
Another dark groan left me, but it wasn’t just from her words—it was from the image they lit on fire in my head.
I saw her and me on my war room desk, papers scattered, maps curling at the edges from the heat of our bodies. My men lined up along the walls—every one of them with their hands locked behind their backs, jaws tight, eyes fixed forward like they’d been ordered to.