Page 96 of The Dragon 2
She was quiet, trembling at the edge.
“Say you want me to beg.”
Nothing.
Then. . .
“I want it.”
My cock throbbed and then hardened.
Fuck, Tora.
I closed my eyes and imagined it all. Her hands, in my hair. Her thighs, clamping around my head. My voice, hoarse and ragged from whispering yes, please, more.
I let that silence stretch—thick with power, dripping with lust. Then I smiled against the phone. “Good. Because next time I see you. . .”
Her whimper came, and it wrecked me.
And in that moment, I didn’t care about wars or weapons.
All I craved was her.
My Tiger.
The only one who could bring the Dragon to his knees.
"Tell me, Tora. Did you have another dream of me kneeling and licking your pussy?"
A flirtatious chuckle hit the line. "No. Not this time."
"What did you dream of?"
"A dragon kidnapping a woman and flying off with her in the sky."
My eyes shot open. I stood straighter, stunned. "Have you been reading the book?"
"I have."
"I'm surprised."
"You shouldn't be. I'm a writer. Of course I would be an obsessive bookworm."
"Do you like it?" My voice faltered, just slightly. My earlier confidence cracked. It was insane but. . .I realized I desperately wanted her to like the book.
More than I wanted blood.
More than I wanted victory with my father.
She sighed, dreamy and soft. "I love the book, Kenji. A lot."
My grip on the phone tightened.
Pleasure.
Real pleasure vibrated through me. "Tell me what part you’re on."
"Korin was in his human form but then he shifted back into a dragon and took her away. He’s fucking scary, but so. . .sexy."
