Page 125 of The Dragon 1
Shemelted.
I lowered my head and kissed her.
Not a goodbye kiss.
Not asee you later.
A kiss thatclaimed.
A kiss that demanded her body rememberexactlywhat it felt like to be this close to mine.
Mmmm.
My lips brushed hers first—featherlight, soft, teasing.
Then I deepened it, slipping my tongue into her wet, yearning mouth, drinking her.
She tasted like sake and slow fire.
Her lips parted for me more, as I continued to slide my tongue against hers—slow, sensual, unhurried. Like I had all the time in the world when really, I had none.
Her hands gripped my suit jacket.
Her breath hitched.
I could feel her soft whimper against my tongue and fuck if that didn’t go straight to my cock.
I kissed her like we were already naked in some candlelit room and I was about to let her ride me until dawn.
I kissed her like I had nothing left to lose—because this might be the only softness I’d get before walking back into the hell of my fucking dark world.
My hand slid from her waist to the base of her spine, splaying wide and possessive.
I angled her hips into mine so she could feel my cock—thick, hard, and straining for her.
I wanted her pussy soaked after this kiss.
I wanted her wet, throbbing, and aching while I was gone.
I wanted the memory of this kiss to torment her pussy until I returned.
Damn. . .she’s mine. There can be no other option.
When I finally pulled away, her lips were kiss-bruised, her eyes glassy, her cheeks flushed.
I pressed my forehead to hers. “You’ll be safe. You’ll be taken home and I swear to you—I will see you tomorrow night.”
She blinked slowly. “O-okay.”
I kissed her again.
Just the corner of her mouth.
A silent vow.
I released my sexy Tiger and turned to Reo. “Let’s go.”
I didn’t look back, because if I did, I might not leave.
