Page 152 of The Dragon 2
Suck. Moan. Obey.
Kenji
I watched her, mouth parted, breath shallow, still tasting honey and memory. How the fuck did we go from talking about our broken childhoods to this—me trembling from one moan? She had slipped past every wall I’d ever built with nothing but food, pain, and fingers kissed in sweetness.
Now I was waiting. . .not for her forgiveness, not for her love—but for permission to fall all the way. And even more, I waited to see if she would finally accept defeat.
When Nyomi spoke, she gave me a confidant smile. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“Yes. Maybe.”
“You moaned.”
“You sucked.”
“Don’t worry, Tora. You’ll get to suck later too.”
She blinked, and her pupils were blown wide.
“Wait,” I leaned in, gripped her wrist gently and brought her hand back up. “I missed a spot.”
I licked some of the honey from her knuckle, lapping at the joint like it was her clit.
She watched me.
So fucking still.
So turned on.
I didn’t stop until every trace of sweetness was gone. To my shock, no throat-clearing came from Hiroko. The silence from her corner was its own permission. And that was dangerous. Because if she didn’t stop us, then that must have meant that Hiroko approved of what I was doing. . .which meant she was winning. I should have stopped from that information alone but I let my mouth trail from Nyomi’s finger to her wrist, kissing upward. My tongue flicked across her pulse. I could feel it—fast and pounding. Just like mine.
“Do you like this, Tora?”
She bit her lip.
“Do you like feeding the Dragon with your hands and watching him lose control?”
Her voice was raw. “I do.”
I smiled against her skin. “Good, because I’m going to want you to do that more.”
My other hand slid to her thigh. Red leather, hot under my palm. She was warm everywhere. Heat poured off her. Her breath hitched. Her knees spread just an inch wider.
Still no sound came from Hiroko.
Still no signal for restraint.
Nyomi’s head tipped back slightly. Her neck arched like she was offering it. Like sheknewwhat she was doing.
“Careful, Tora,” I whispered. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll have you up on this table with your dress around your waist and my tongue buried in your pussy before the next course.”
She didn’t pull away. “Then maybe you should pace yourself.”
“I’m not known for that.”
Her eyes glittered. “Then let me teach you.”
