And that shadowed-dragon slithered back into being, no longer hiding within the seams of darkness but stretching bold behind him.
My heart pounded in my chest.
His eyes locked on mine—stormy, relentless, and beautiful in their feral devotion. “You need to understand something, Tora. After tonight and your surprises. . .there is no calm in me where you’re concerned. No middle. No brakes. There’s only hunger and prayer.”
I exhaled, but it came out shaky.
“I want to protect you. Feed you. Worship you. Drown in you. Lock you somewhere only I can reach.”
I widened my eyes.
He closed the distance between us and gently placed the wrapped gift on my lap.
Then he looked back at the Eyes. “Wait for us on the roof.”
Without a word, they both nodded once and disappeared through the door like they’d never been there at all.
I tilted my head and let my gaze rise to his.
He stood over me now, right in front of the throne, broad and looming.
It took everything in me to push the next words out. “We’re going to the roof?”
“Yes. There’s a helicopter waiting for us.”
“It sounds like there is still a lot of fighting all around the building.”
“There is.”
“Are we in danger?”
“The only people in danger are our enemies.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but then he moved forward and lowered to his knees right in front of me. And the moment Kenji's knees touched the marble, something unholy bloomed inside me.
Shit.
Next, shock shattered the little bit of calm I had been holding on to.
Kenji Sato—the Dragon, the shadowed thing made of rage and myth, the one whose name could probably quiet rooms—knelt before me.
I didn’t command him.
I didn’t lift a finger.
And it undid me.
I nearly moaned.
It was so sensually obscene.
It was fucking holy.
It was the kind of erotic visual sight that could short-circuit my sanity.
My sore pussy clenched.
God, I probably could cum just from the sight of him kneeling. Is that possible? Is that who I am now? Yes. It is.
