She kept her palm under my jaw and slid the other hand down, skating her fingertips over my throat, and then tracing my collarbone.
She didn’t stop kissing me until I was certain my lips would remember the shape of her mouth for the rest of my life. Slow seals, parting lusty heat, the occasional wicked curl of her tongue when I thought she’d let me catch my breath.
Every withdrawal left my chest hollow.
Every return filled it again.
Then she broke away entirely.
Her hand drifted from my jaw, slid over my throat, lingered in a slow stroke against my collarbone, and then she pulled back enough for her eyes to skim me. “Okay.”
I quirked my brows.
“I could let you fuck me right now, Kenji. . .but then I wouldn’t get to play with you the way I want to.”
“You have played with me long enough. Give me that pussy. It’s mine.”
“Be patient.”
“I have been patient long enough. I want to be deep inside of you.”
“Maybe, I should make you beg.”
“Careful. The more I beg, the more you will scream later.”
“That’s pretty bold to say while handcuffed and close to being fully submerged under water.”
“I’m a bold Dragon.”
“You’re not the Dragon in this water. I’ve washed away the beast. You’re just simplymine.”
“Mmmm.” A dark groan left me.
“Okay. I have a few more things we will do first.”
“What things?”
“You’ll see.” Without another word, she drew a breath and went under, disappearing into the water.
What now?!
Chapter thirty-five
Milk on Her Tongue
Kenji
“Tora?” The water surged around me, warm currents sliding along my waist and thighs. I felt her—her shoulder brushing my hip, her palm firm at my ankle, the precise slide of fingers working the buckle there.
What is she doing now?
I couldn’t tell if she was freeing me…or setting me up for something worse. The not-knowing burned hotter than the need in my cock.
Soon, one ankle went free, and then the other.
O-kay. She’s letting me go?
My legs floated apart in the weightless pull of the water, a slow, decadent drift that felt obscene after being locked still for so long.
