Soon it was time for her to test the flame over her own arm.
God yes.
She had no idea what she looked like with that fire wand in her hand.
Her brown skin glowing gold.
That leather top clinging to her breasts—pushed up, full, the tops of them almost spilling over the edge every time she breathed.
I could see the shape of her nipples pressing against the leather.
Hard.
Pointed.
Begging to be freed.
I wanted to rip that top off with my teeth.
Wanted to watch her breasts fall heavy into my hands.
Wanted to close my mouth around one dark nipple and suck until she moaned my name.
Then bite.
Not gentle.
But, hard enough to make her gasp.
Hard enough to leave my bloodied mark in a ring of teeth around that soft, perfect flesh.
I wanted her to see that bite in the mirror the next morning. Wanted her to trace the bruise with her fingers and remember exactly who put it there.
Anyone else who ever looked at her chest would see my teeth. My claim. Bitten into her skin like a seal pressed into hot wax.
And then of course I would kill them because. . .no one could ever see that part of my Tiger again.
She tested the flame again on her arm, and I groaned.
She looked at me. “Naughty Dragon.”
“Come burn me, Tora.” So desperate for her pussy, I licked my lips and curled my fingers into fists.
I yearned to tear the leather from her hips.
Shred it.
Leave her in nothing but candlelight and the wetness I already knew was dripping down her thighs.
And then she began to test the flame on her arm over and over again.
Fuck me. Get over here. Right. Now.
Each time the flame touched her arm, my cock jumped. A hard, involuntary twitch against the leather that I couldn't hide and didn't want to.
Each time she gasped from the hot contact, heat flooded my cock—thick, liquid, devastating. My balls tightened. My abs locked. The muscles in my thighs trembled from holding still.
I’m going to fucking explode.
