My ears sank into the water. The sound in the room thinned and then muffled.
My chin hovered half-submerged. My breath brushed the surface in trembling circles. Each exhale made the water shiver.
Above me, she stood close enough that her shadow slid over my chest, but I could not fully see her.
Mmmm.
Finally. . .my pulse slowed and this. . .heaviness settled behind my eyes that was so. . .pleasant and intoxicating.
God. . .I feel. . .high. . .
My vision tunneled until all I could see was her—her shadow over my chest, the faint curve of her form—everything else blurred into nothing.
More seconds passed in this. . .state and. . .my body dissolved into a strange, anchored stillness, heavy and weightless at once.
I blinked and looked to the side.
Light fractured on the ripples, bending into shards of gold and silver that bled together and reformed.
Yes. . .I’m high. . .
I couldn’t feel the edge of my own body anymore—just the soft drag of the water over skin, the faint shift of current brushing between my thighs.
Every breath moved like it belonged to someone else.
Time stretched. Seconds elongated until each sensation felt like it could last forever. My skin caught everything—the glide of liquid over my ribs, the whisper of her nearness—and held it.
Nyomi was doing something, but I didn’t know what. Her movements above me seemed distant and softened by some invisible wall.
Heat from her hands and the water bled together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. The cool bite of the restraints had vanished, melting into that same enveloping warmth.
I floated there, suspended in her world, in her will. And I didn’t want to come back.
I still couldn’t see her expression.
But, I didn’t need to.
Every nerve I owned already knew who I belonged to, knew that whatever she wanted, she could take.
And I would give her all of me.
Willingly.
Completely.
She already had my cock and heart, but now she could have my soul.
Strip it clean from me.
Cradle it in her hands while my name still burned on it.
May she use it as a bargaining chip in heaven and always remember me as I rot in hell thinking of her love and smiling through the painful flames.
I’m fucking. . .delirious right now. . .
More odd thoughts came to me.
What would my men say if they saw the Dragon now? Would they even recognize me like this—half-submerged, wrists bound, eyes heavy with something other than rage? Would they understand, as I was beginning to, that the beast inside me needed this?
