Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 161615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 808(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 539(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 808(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 539(@300wpm)
My cock jerked in response, demanding to be buried within her, claiming her in the most primal of ways. “Your pussy’s already dripping. Who made you this wet?”
“You, Kenji.”
“Are you sure? It wasn’t my Fangs?”
“No.” Then, she smirked in between pleasure. “I thought they were just your Scales.”
“Careful, Tora. To you they are nothing. Nobodies.” I circled her clit lightly, teasing that lovely nerve center.
“Oh.” Her hips jerked. Her breath fractured.
“Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours. Always yours.”
“Always mine.” I pressed a little harder, flattening my finger against her clit and dragging upward in a slow stroke.
Her thighs tensed.
A moan escaped her throat, helpless, and it fed straight into my cock.
“I saw you noting my Fangs’ names. That was a waste of time because if you call them, and they answer, I will fucking hurt them.” Slowly, I rubbed her clit side to side, watching how her eyes fluttered closed, how her lips parted, how her chest arched up as if her whole body was begging for more.
“Oh, Kenji.”
“No, Tora. Dragon.”
“Fuck.”
Then I switched, dragging circles around her clit, changing the pressure each time—softer, then firmer, then softer again—until she was gasping at every adjustment. “I like your moans. I want to hear more.”
“Oh.”
“Every moan you make feeds me. And just in case you don’t know this, every tear, every scream—it all belongs to me too.”
“Then take them all. Drink me dry. I’m yours.”
“Mmm.” My fingertip tingled from the friction, from her wetness coating me, but I didn’t stop.
I pressed two fingers against her folds, spreading them just slightly, so my thumb could stroke her clit in tight little circles while my other fingers slid lower, grazing the slick entrance of her pussy. “Then we agree. This is my pussy?”
“Yes.”
“My body?”
“Yes.”
“My heart?”
“Yes.”
“My skin to bite? My blood to drink?”
“Yours. My blood, my body, my soul. It’s all yours.”
“Good, little Tiger.” I slowed my caresses again, dragging one finger down from her clit to her entrance and back up, smearing her wetness over that swollen bud until it glistened in the light.
Then I softly flicked her clit.
Once.
“Oh!”
Then, twice.
“Oh!” She gasped and snapped her hips up.
I groaned at the way the little nub felt against my fingertips—firm yet tender, slick yet rough, a paradox of nerves and flesh that could make her scream with the smallest demand of my fingers. No diamond, no blade, no empire had ever given me such raw control.
I leaned down, and my mouth hovered just above hers. “Tell me, Tora. . .is there anything in this world that feels better than when I touch you here?”
Her voice was broken, breathless. “N-no. Nothing.”
Her thighs quivered, her breath hitched. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t ever stop.”
I pressed harder, circling her clit again, reveling in the way she trembled.
Then, I pushed two fingers into her pussy and shivered from how it clamped down on them. Her slick arousal coated my fingers so thick I could feel the heat of it searing into my skin.
Every thrust inside her pussy felt like dipping my hand into molten wet velvet, my veins catching fire with her wetness.
My cock twitched so hard it hurt, pre-cum leaked down my shaft.
Oh so lovely. She’s going to make me bite her some more.
My body wasn’t mine anymore—it was wired to hers, jerking, pulsing, straining for the heat between her thighs.
"Dragon." Her eyes clouded with lust.
I grinned in savage satisfaction and captured her mouth.
Her lips opened under mine, wet and desperate, and I devoured her mouth like it was the last air I’d ever breathe. Her taste was blood, honey, salt, and fire, all of it tangled on my tongue until I forgot where she ended and I began.
Her moans spilled into me, vibrating against my tongue, each sound shooting straight down my spine and into the base of my cock.
“Mmm.” I kissed her harder, rougher, until it felt less like kissing and more like I was trying to brand myself into her mouth.
My fingers slid free of her pussy, coated in her slick heat. I groaned into her lips, smearing her wetness around the tip of my cock.
Next, I gripped both her wrists and slammed them to the space above her head.
She gasped into my mouth, writhing, but I held her there, pinning her like prey.
Fuck yes, little Tiger.
With my free hand, I spread her legs open, dragging my fingertips along the inside of her thigh, forcing her wider until she trembled beneath me.
Her pussy glistened in the amber light, swollen and wet, a lusty invitation I could never refuse even if the world burned around us.
I pressed the head of my cock against her entrance, making sure that the rose piercing hit her G-spot just right.
Oh fuck, Tora.
The heat that poured onto my skin made my eyes roll back. She was molten—wet warmth clutching at the tip before I even slid in, her body already begging to be ruined.