Inevitable.
Dragging her further under.
My grip at her nape tightened; my thumb heaved along the line of her pulse.
Mine.
Steam.
Breath.
Water on stone.
Her moans crashing like waves when I retreated, and then getting sharper when I returned.
She wanted to tame the beast, and that was fair.
She very well could.
I just wanted to remind her what a dragon does when invited into water—disrupt the tide, boil the ocean, and crown the woman with a roar.
My hands fisted in her hair, tilting her head back so I could go deeper, taking her breath and giving her mine in return.
She made a low, needy sound in her throat, and I felt it vibrate straight to my cock, hard and aching between us.
Fuck yeah, Tora.
Every shift of her wet body against mine was slick friction, sensual fire, and a dangerous erotic promise neither of us could ever resist.
This wasn’t a kiss for the sake of kissing—it was possession. My teeth grazed her bottom lip, my tongue claiming the inside of her mouth until she whimpered, her nails dragging down my back like she wanted marks to remember this by.
More hotness rolled off us in waves.
The air ran thick with our lust and lavender.
Her taste further imprinted in my mouth to the point where I couldn’t be gentle. I began to fuck her mouth with my tongue. I had my huge, muscular arms around her daring my Tiger to try and escape.
Water lapped at us.
Our wet hands began to explore each other.
Somehow she managed to pull away. “Kenji—”
“I’m not Kenji. I’m your good little Dragon.”
She panted. “You are not being a good little Dragon right now.”
Those words slid under my skin like a blade. My pulse spiked, not in irritation, but in that heady, dangerous way a battlefield could flip when the enemy got too close.
I liked her challenging me, even if I’d never admit it out loud. It stirred something war-born in me, the part that needed to reclaim ground, to press forward until she was gasping my name in apology.
My lips curved against her. “Iambeing your good little Dragon.”
“You’re not.”
"Your pussy isn’t aching. Be grateful," I growled, my voice low enough to deliver the threat against her lips. But inside, I was vibrating—half from the control I was clinging to, half from the need to ruin her pussy. I wanted to see her shiver for me, to feel her walls shutter around my cock and know I was the reason.
She widened her eyes. “What did you say?”
