Page 223 of The Dragon 2
When my palm skimmed the length of his bicep, he growled low and deep. It was a sound caged in his throat that refused to stay silent.
Vibrating with lust, I dragged my nails lightly across his abs making him shudder. “Every inch of you belongs to me right now. Do you understand?”
“Yes, queen.”
I dragged my nails across his abs again but this time digging a little bit deeper so he could feel pleasure and pain.
He shivered. “Fuckkk.”
Doing exactly what Hiroko told me to; I stepped back just a few inches then flared my cape with a flick of my wrist. The fabric caught the air like smoke and flowed behind me in a train of shadow and power.
He didn’t move but his eyes ravenously tracked the motion.
Next, I slowly circled him.
The cape swirled around my legs.
As I moved around him, I dragged my nails across his body—over his chest, his shoulders, the curve of his biceps.
Every inch I touched tensed beneath me.
He didn’t flinch but he breathed harder like each graze of my nail etched a new vow into his skin. His throat bobbed. His fists tightened.
When I reached his back, I let my fingertips trail down his spine and Iswore—his entire bodyshuddered.
Power lived in every inch of him. Not just in the muscles but in how still he could be. How he didn’t snatch me up even as his cock visibly throbbed through his pants.
I moved back to his front and reached for his belt. Black leather. Gold buckle. I flicked it open with one smooth pull.
He grunted.
Good. He’s dangerous, but he’s mine too.
I didn’t meet his eyes. Just slid the belt out of the loops and let it drop.
Theclangwhen it hit the marble made my heart jump.
It made him jump too.
Just a little.
A twitch of his thigh.
I stepped back, needing air. Because fuck, he wasso much. His presence. His heat. The weight of being worshipped this hard by a creature born of violence and crowned by blood.
He was still standing.
Still looming.
Still watching me like I was the storm he wanted to get struck by.
For a flicker of a moment—I almost backed down.
Almost.
But I'd gone too damned far to retreat.
Okay. Let’s see.
