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I could still taste her breath—sweet, electric, threaded with lust.
Her hands had trembled against my chest, not from fear, but from the force of holding.
Even now, I could feel the ghost of her mouth on mine. Every time I closed my eyes, I was back inside it, devouring her all over again.
Nyomi. . .
I didn’t know what peace felt like anymore. But I knew peace sounded like Nyomi’s laughter when she forgot she was guarded,and it would also be the moans of her surrender. It probably smelled like her skin—black amber and ripe plum.
If I died in this war, I wanted that scent in my lungs.
So. . .for now. . .I’d let the city sleep while I held her.
Let my enemies dream while I fell deeper into her soul.
The reckoning could wait, just long enough for me to taste her pussy and make her voice hoarse from moaning my name.
Finally, I will see her.
Chapter twenty-three
The Mystery Date
Kenji
My Rolls-Royce glided through the Tokyo night with the grace of a panther. The engine purred low, a sound so luxurious it barely registered as mechanical.
Outside, Tokyo burned in motion—neon lights smeared across the windows in wild, chaotic brushstrokes. Crimson kanji. Electric blue streetlamps. Flashing pink signage that danced.
Tokyo didn’t sleep—it shimmered, thrummed, and lured.
It was a living poem written in neon and breathless desire.
And tonight, it felt like the entire city was blurring just to usher me toward whatever madness my Tiger had designed in secret.
I can’t wait to taste her.
The only thing that drove me crazy was the fact that I still didn’t know the location.
I was the Dragon, I should have already known.
Not because I needed to vet it myself.
Not because I didn’t trust Reo.
But because I owned this city and I wanted to be there already. To have her in front of me. To watch whatever unhinged little plan she’d been cooking up blossom on my time.
And more than anything?
I wanted to fuck the surprise out of her.
Naughty tiger.
But I waited.
Impatient.
On edge.
