Page 220 of The Dragon 2
I cocked my head like I had all the time in the world. “Only good little Dragons get to lick.”
He groaned like he’d been stabbed in the chest with want. His entire body trembled, just once.
But he didn’t touch.
Didn’t move.
He just looked down at me—ravaged, restrained, worshipful.
And waiting.
Exactly how I liked him.
I slid the tie away and dropped it to the floor. “Where are your Eyes? They should be here because I’m most definitely going to fuck you.”
“My Eyes don’t need to see this.”
“See you beg?”
“No,” a wicked smirk spread across his face. “See you cum.”
Mmmm.
“Little Dragon, you’re going to make me cum?”
“Fuck yes, I am. . .queen.”
He didn’t move.
Didn’t touch.
Just stood there, breathing harder now, his fists trembling at his sides as if every part of him wanted to lunge forward and fuck me until the floor cracked and shattered under us.
That made me wetter than anything else.
I whispered. “Say it again.”
His gaze locked to mine. “I’m going to make you cum, queen.”
“Good, little Dragon.”
His lids hung heavy.
I tilted my head. “But you’re going toearnit.”
“I will.”
“I know you will, and you don’t get to cum until I say so.”
He growled under his breath.
I smiled because this Dragon—this killer, this king, this dark fucking legend—was unraveling at my feet.
My fingers moved to the top button of his shirt.
Slowly, I undid it. Then the next and next. Each pop of the button sounded with a snap of tension between us and revealed more of his chest and then. . .
Oh. . .my. . .God. . .
