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)
When we surfaced, she was gasping and laughing.
Water streamed down both our faces.
"You can't escape me, Tora." I turned her in my arms so she faced me, her body pressed against mine. "Did you really think you could?"
"I had to try." Her arms came around my neck, her legs floated up to wrap around my hips. "It's the principle of the thing."
"Mmm." I slid my hands down her back, feeling the slick warmth of her skin, the curve of her spine. "And what principle is that?"
"That I don't make it easy for dragons to catch me."
"You made it very easy." I nipped at her bottom lip. "You wanted to be caught."
"Maybe." Her fingers threaded into my wet hair. "Maybe I like being your treasure."
Something in my chest cracked open at those words.
I claimed her mouth, devouring her like a starving man. The taste of salt and sunshine on her lips mingled with something darker, more primal—the taste of need and possession.
She surrendered with a desperate whimper, her mouth opening beneath the force of my hunger, her tongue meeting mine in a savage dance that sent liquid fire coursing through my veins and pooling molten steel in my core.
The water held us suspended, weightless, and I let myself drown in her.
In the taste of her mouth.
In the feel of her body pressed against mine.
In the way she made small sounds of pleasure that drove me insane.
My hands roamed over her slick skin. Down her back, tracing every vertebra. Over the curve of her ass, feeling the way the bikini bottoms hugged her. Up to her waist, my thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts.
She moaned into my mouth, her fingers tugging at my hair.
"Kenji. . ."
"I know, Tora." I kissed down her jaw, her neck, finding that spot below her ear that made her shiver. "You want this cock?"
“Y-yes.”
“Mmmm.” I bit down gently on the tender skin, marking her again, adding to the collection of bites I'd already left.
“Jesus.” She gasped and her nails dug into my shoulders. "You're obsessed with biting me."
I licked the spot I'd just bitten. "You’re mine to bite, Tora."
She blinked up at me, lips swollen, breathing hard. “Then it’s only fair for me to do the same.”
I quirked my brows.
Her hands slid up my shoulders and smoothed along the corded muscles. Seconds later, she leaned forward and pressed her mouth against the curve where neck met shoulder.
Oh fuck.
I felt the soft heat of her lips first, then the sharp sting of teeth sinking into my flesh.
A low growl tore from my throat. “Tora. . .”
Pain and pleasure fused in an electric burst that went straight to my cock.
The bite wasn’t cruel.
It was claiming.
Lusty possession written in teeth and saltwater.
She didn’t release me right away. Her jaw tightened. Her breath grew hot against my skin, and I felt her tongue flick over the mark before she finally pulled back.
“Mmm.” My pulse roared in my ears. Every nerve in my body fired at once. “We may not go back to the main island at all. We may just stay here forever, taking turns biting each other.”
She smiled. “I wouldn’t mind disappearing here with you.”
I looked down at the bite she’d made. Just above the black ink of my dragon tattoo where the scales curled over my shoulder, her bite decorated my skin. It was a perfect crescent.
Her claim.
I reached up and touched the bite with two fingers. The skin there throbbed—warm, tender, and alive.
No woman had ever dared.
They’d admired the tattoos, traced the dragons, whispered about the myths inked into my flesh. But none of them had ever left something of themselves behind.
They wouldn’t have risked it.
The Dragon wasn’t meant to be marked.
He was the one who branded others—devoured, possessed, never possessed himself.
Until her.
The ocean breeze brushed the wound and it stung, just enough to remind me it was real.
I looked back at her.
The sunlight danced off her wet skin, and she chuckled, unaware of how much that small act had undone me.
I caught her face between my hands, rougher this time. “You have no idea what that did to me.”
“Oh, I think I do.” Her voice was a whisper against my mouth. “I could feel you shivering.”
“The Dragon doesn’t shiver.”
“Bullshit.”
I kissed her again, and I swore the ocean forgot how to move.
Waves lapped around us, shallow and slow, as if even the water didn’t want to disturb what we were becoming.
I wanted her. Not just the taste of her mouth or the heat of her skin. I wanted the sound of her breath breaking against my neck, the tremor of her thighs tightening around my waist, the part of her that trusted me even when she shouldn’t.
But there were still too many eyes on us.
Even from the periphery, I could feel the gazes of my guards—professionally cold, but there.