Page 142 of The Dragon 2
Until the wood below us soaked in her cries and my groans.
Until she clawed at lacquer and begged me to stop just so I could ignore her and keep going.
Because she wouldn’t mean it.
She would want all of my cock.
And I’d give it to her.
Every brutal inch.
Fuck.
I hadn’t touched her, but I was already full-body wrecked.
I sat there with jazz in my blood and fire in my veins, my cock heavy beneath the table, and my pulse stretched too tight across my neck.
She hadn’t even looked at me since the trays were delivered.
Until now.
Nyomi turned her head slowly, her lips curling in a kind of smile that could resurrect gods. “I know what’s on your mind.”
“Do you now?”
“You’re thinking nasty things.”
“Nasty’s too soft a word.”
“Oh?”
“You don’t want to know what I was just imagining.”
“I have a guess.”
“I bet you do.”
“But. . .” she reached for her napkin and unfolded it with maddening grace. “We’re going to take things slow tonight.”
I scoffed. “Slow? In a BDSM club?”
She shrugged. “The setting doesn’t dictate the speed.”
“No but theDragondoes.”
Her smile widened, feline and smug. “He doesn’t.”
My body hummed with lust.
She winked. “It’s all the Tiger tonight.”
And just like that, the air shifted, and an image hit me behind my eyes.
A black and gold dragon circling a tiger with a steady gaze. The tiger’s stripes shimmered, and she didn’t flinch when the dragon growled.
“Tora. . .” I leaned in. “There will be no slow this evening.”
She sipped her water like a queen, unconcerned. “We’ll see.”
