Page 138 of The Dragon 2
Candlelight caught her first—her dark brown skin glowed. Her gown was blood-red leather, molded to her body.
I loudly groaned.
The bodice was a corset, sleeveless and sculpted, pushing her breasts high and proud, the swell of them visible and luring me to take her.
On her side was this black boning laced in crisscross patterns, drawing attention to the narrowness of her waist.
From the hips down, the dress exploded into a sweeping train, rich and dramatic against the floor.
A savage slit carved high up one thigh, baring her leg. And that leg was sin on display. Long. Smooth. Flexed due to shimmering black stilettos laced up to the knee.
Her earrings were gold snakes that curled around her lobes and swayed as she moved, slowly toward me.
I nearly came in my fucking pants.
I nearly rushed to her and dropped to my fucking knees.
Yet, it was her eyes that made me stay right there because she didn’t blink.
Didn’t smile.
Didn’t rush.
She walked into that room like it belonged to her and like I did too.
My cock went rock hard, pressing against my pants.
As she came closer, her body moved in that red leather gown as if the fabric had been stitched by lust itself.
You are mine and nobody else’s.
My pulse beat in my throat.
When she got within arm’s reach, I didn’t wait for her to speak.
Fast, I seized her, gripping that waist and pulling her against me.
I was a starved man.
Her breasts pressed to my chest.
Our mouths collided.
The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was pure possession. I groaned into her mouth and she moaned into mine, her nails digging lightly into my jacket.
My tongue pressed between her lips, tasting her, claiming her.
The leather of her corset creaked as I drew her tighter.
She kissed me back like a woman ready to be fucked hard and right now.
Jazz played around us.
Groaning and tasting that sweet mouth, my hand slid lower.
I found the slit in her gown and slipped my fingers through the parting. The skin of her thigh was warm and smooth.
A growl rumbled from deep in my chest. "Fuck."
