He dragged his cock along the curve of my ass, long, thick, brutal in its threat. Hot enough to sear through the damp slip of my robe, heavy enough to remind me with every breath that he could tear my pussy open and brand himself inside me at will.
A subtle shift came.
His cock’s broad head pressed harder, dragging slow along the seam of my ass.
My pussy throbbed in steady, needy beats that matched the pounding of my heart. Wet heat gathered between my thighs, begging him for more.
Steam curled around us, weaving into the salt of his body and the iron edge of his breath.
When I inhaled, I drowned in him.
Smoke.
Fire.
Hunger.
The furnace of his chest seared into my spine, branding me. My body softened against the prison of his arms, even as every nerve screamed alive—thighs trembling, clit aching, lungs stealing only the air he allowed.
His silence pressed harder than his cock.
And it was enough to break me.
Across from me, the glossy black stone of the shower wall had caught just enough of the light for me to see our reflection shimmering there.
Although the image was fractured a little by the water spray, I could see some of Kenji’s face. I could definitely make out his eyes.
I tensed.
He was staring straight at me, looking at our reflection too.
I widened my eyes.
His mouth curved into a sneer that was cruel and delicious all at the same time.
But it wasn’t his face that froze me.
It was the shadow behind him.
Black.
Thick.
Rising up like smoke made flesh.
Growing along the back wall.
Stretching tall.
Curling around him.
His dragon is here too.
I shivered and didn’t know if that was good or bad.
The few times I had seen that shadow, it had terrified me. I knew I was crazy or living in some fantasy world, but this was never some trick of the light or some one-time odd occurrence with the warping of shadows.
This dragon-shadow felt alive, menacing, and watchful.
