Page 147 of The Dragon 2
The kiss turned molten—open-mouthed, breath-stealing, dangerous.
Fuck yes, Tora.
I dragged my lips across her cheek, then down to her neck, tasting her skin.
She arched.
My tongue slid down the curve of her throat.
Lower.
Then to where the red leather dipped.
The swell of her breasts glimmered close to my mouth, and I kissed along the top of one.
Soft.
Slow.
Worship turned into hunger.
And just as my mouth lowered to pull down that dress and suck in her nipples, a throat cleared.
I didn’t even lift my head right away. Instead, I smirked against her skin and let my lips linger on that soft curve.
Nyomi began to raise her hands.
Yes. Yes. I know. Let’s take it slow.
I lifted my view and brushed my mouth along her collarbone.
Satisfied with my little bit of obeying, Nyomi lowered her hands.
I didn’t look toward the shadows where Hiroko stood, watching. Didn’t need to. I couldfeelher quiet satisfaction humming across the walls louder than the jazz band.
“Hmmm.” I leaned in my mouth grazing Nyomi’s ear. “Tora, let me ask you a question.”
Her voice was shaky. “Go ahead.”
“Are you going to be comfortable with me fucking you in front of your little mentor?”
Her breath caught, but she didn’t flinch.
Didn’t falter.
Instead, she turned her face toward mine with the calm of a crowned queen. “Are you going to be comfortable with getting on your knees in front of her. . .and licking my pussy until I cum?”
My lips parted without my doing.
My heart stuttered.
My cock pulsed so hard, it hurt.
Fuccccckkkk.
The heat that washed through me was violent. Shattering. So sudden it bordered on pain.
I clenched my jaw to keep from groaning. Every part of me went tight, needy, trembling on the edge of something dark and fucking devastating.
