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I was sobbing, I think, or laughing—something between them.
The orgasm tore through me.
I didn’t come—I wastaken.
And the whole time I rode the pleasure, he slowed his devouring. His tongues strokes became more gentle now. He was now a dragon lapping up water as the world burned around him.
Licking and savoring the aftermath.
Drawing out my trembles with each press of his tongue.
Stunned, I looked down through the carved hole of the throne and saw his eyes—glassy, wide, reverent.
He pulled back to breathe, and I saw it. My wetness shining on his mouth, his chin. The red imprint of my thighs on his cheeks. I marked him—and he looked grateful for the scar.
My body was still shaking.
And in that moment, we weren’t playing roles anymore. We were just two broken things holding on through pleasure, through power, through everything we couldn’t say.
I didn’t feel victorious.
I felt fabulously undone.
His mouth had broken me open and poured something new inside.
Something terrifying.
Something permanent.
And I would never be the same again.
He licked his lips and groaned. “Now it’s my turn to order, and your turn to obey.”
What?
Chapter forty-seven
The Dragon's Turn
Nyomi
Kenji rose.
Slow at first.
With his face happily soaked in my release.
But he was no longer my good little Dragon.
My humble submissive was gone.
I saw it in the tense flex of his arms, the hard line of his chest rising. He was all golden-brown skin, muscled and inked with dragons and hydras. Art carved from menace.
The rose-shaped piercing glinted at the tip of his cock, slick, flushed, and standing thick between us like a weapon.
Fuck.
I couldn’t even move.
