Page 205 of The Dragon 2
My spoon sank into the golden custard below and dragged a slice of ripe peach along with it.
Yes, Tora.
I brought the spoon to my mouth and when I tasted it all my soul went to its knees.
Fuck me.
It was more than good.
It was obscene.
No one had better have tried this. Not Reo. Not anyone. Not even the fucking waitresses. Only me.
The crust kissed my tongue with heat, crunch, and a caramel snap that gave way to sweet warmth. The custard was poured silk over every taste bud, thick with cinnamon and smoke. The peach was soft and sweet enough to make my molars ache. Somewhere in the middle—beneath the butter and burn—there was all this unbearable lust.
She could have easily been a world-renowned chef.
This was not dessert.
This was a mouth-fuck of emotion.
A sacred seduction in sugar form.
The cobbler didn’t just melt—it seduced.
It clung.
It whisperedlick me againand I obeyed.
I groaned aloud, slumping slightly in the chair, legs spread wide under the table like the heat had gotten to me.
Because it had.
I’m caging her up as soon as I get the chance.
This dish made love to my mouth like itmissedme. I moaned as I feasted. Each bite was hotter than the last. Richer. More shameless. I didn’t stop devouring every morsal until the spoon scraped the bottom.
And that’s when I saw it.
What?
This thing. . .glinted up at me.
I set my spoon down.
What is this?
At the very bottom of the bowl, there was this shimmering gold card wrapped in clear plastic.
More surprises.
My breath slowed. My fingers moved automatically, fishing it out with the tip of the spoon. The gold card was elegant. Liquid dripped down its edges.
Tora, you are an amazing woman. No one could ever take your place.
I wiped a thumb across the surface, clearing away the custard film.
Oh.
