Page 230 of The Dragon 2
Her scent was the most divine sin.
My eyes fluttered.
My chest caved.
My lips parted in maddening anticipation—ready to kneel, to taste, to fall like a kingdom undone.
She looked down at me—a queen surveying her property.
My palms burned against the marble. My knees ached. My cock throbbed with every inch forward.
And she just watched.
Not with pity.
Not with mercy.
Just with pure ownership.
Her thigh shifted. Leather creaked. And then she spread her legs even wider.
Oh fuck. . .
This dark groan left me, vibrating up from my chest and shattering out of my throat.
I was right there—knees bruised, spine bowed, breath ragged—close enough to taste the heat pulsing off her pussy. My head was lowered but my eyes burned upward, catching the shine between her thighs.
Every part of me screamed to rise. To grip her hips, slam her down onto that throne and fuck her until the walls echoed with the sound of skin on skin and the collapse of her control.
I could do it.
But I didn’t move.
I didn’t rise.
I stayed kneeling, muscles trembling with restraint, teeth clenched against the lusty, hungry beast snarling beneath my skin.
I remained on the floor because she’d earned my submission. Because her power wasn’t fragile—it was erotically lethal. Kneeling for her felt more like conquering the ecstasy within myself and. . .I wanted to know more. . .
Yet, I couldn’t help but wonder. . .was I weak for kneeling? Or had I finally become the kind of monster who wanted to be tamed?
Then I caught it. . .her fingers twitched on the armrest—just once, barely visible but enough. Her breath hitched too and I knew it wasn’t from her dominance.
It was from her craving me too.
She’s submitting just as much as I am. She just doesn’t know it yet.
Her sexy voice left those full lips. “I am pleased.”
Those three words hit me harder than any blow, gutted me more thoroughly than any blade. Three simple words that echoed louder than any roar of victory, any echo of satisfaction I'd ever felt on my bloodied throne. I was high on it—the pleasure in her voice, the approval, the gratification.
Mmmm.
My head swam at her praise. It was a dizzying mix of relief and adrenaline. My cock gave a violent throb against my briefs in response.
Now what? Will she let me eat her pussy? Will she let me fuck her? Will I finally get to have my Tiger in every way I please?
Chapter forty-five
