"Dragon." Her eyes clouded with lust.
I grinned in savage satisfaction and captured her mouth.
Her lips opened under mine, wet and desperate, and I devoured her mouth like it was the last air I’d ever breathe. Her taste was blood, honey, salt, and fire, all of it tangled on my tongue until I forgot where she ended and I began.
Her moans spilled into me, vibrating against my tongue, each sound shooting straight down my spine and into the base of my cock.
“Mmm.” I kissed her harder, rougher, until it felt less like kissing and more like I was trying to brand myself into her mouth.
My fingers slid free of her pussy, coated in her slick heat. I groaned into her lips, smearing her wetness around the tip of my cock.
Next, I gripped both her wrists and slammed them to the space above her head.
She gasped into my mouth, writhing, but I held her there, pinning her like prey.
Fuck yes, little Tiger.
With my free hand, I spread her legs open, dragging my fingertips along the inside of her thigh, forcing her wider until she trembled beneath me.
Her pussy glistened in the amber light, swollen and wet, a lusty invitation I could never refuse even if the world burned around us.
I pressed the head of my cock against her entrance, making sure that the rose piercing hit her G-spot just right.
Oh fuck, Tora.
The heat that poured onto my skin made my eyes roll back. She was molten—wet warmth clutching at the tip before I even slid in, her body already begging to be ruined.
Her breaths broke into a sob of need. “K-Kenji. . .”
I bit her bottom lip hard enough to make her whimper. “No. Not Kenji. Dragon.”
And then I pushed my cock deep inside her pussy, slow at first, savoring the stretch, the way her wet walls squeezed down on me like a fist of fire.
Aww! Fuck!
My cock throbbed, drenched in her heat, every inch claimed and swallowed by her pussy.
“Oh!” Her back arched. Her wrists strained against my hold. Her mouth opened in a cry that was half-pain, half-ecstasy.
I swallowed it with another brutal kiss, groaning into her lips as her sore pussy pulsed around my cock, tight, wet, and perfect.
“Fuck,” I rasped against her mouth, grinding deeper, spreading her until her thighs shook around me. “I could die inside you and never come back, and it would still be heaven.”
I shifted the angle of my hips to make her moan the way that I wanted.
She shuddered. “Ohhh! Ohhh!”
Those moans came out as low, rolling notes from deep in her chest.
Yes. That’s it.
Watching her face twist in pleasure, I quickened my cock’s rhythm—just a little—and she chased the tempo with me, hips lifting to meet the next wave and the next.
“That’s my good little Tiger,” I groaned. “Work that wet, tight pussy on my cock.”
The room smelled like erotic heat and lightning.
Pumping my fat cock into her wet pussy, I put my mouth at her ear. “Who’s fucking you?”
