I gritted my teeth as my head spun into delirium.
She parted her lips and stared at the flames dancing on the wand’s tip.
Hmmm. Power. She is truly discovering it.
I could see it building in her posture. In the way her chin lifted. In the way her thighs pressed together after each pass of the flame.
She was also getting wet.
I knew it the way I knew my own body.
The flame wasn't just teaching her control—it was turning her on. Each pass across her skin was stoking that pussy between her thighs.
Even more, she was trying to hide it.
No, Tora. Pressing those thighs together won’t stop the ache. Only my cock will.
I wanted to drag her onto this slab. Onto me. Craved the feeling of her thighs split open over my hips, her hands bracing on my chest, her wet, warm pussy sinking down onto my cock inch by inch while I was pinned here and couldn't grab her.
Couldn't thrust.
Could only lie here and feel her take me at whatever pace she chose.
The restraints bit into my wrists. I'd been pulling without realizing it.
My whole body had gone rigid on the stone—back arched, abs locked, cock straining so hard against the leather that the pressure was almost unbearable.
Fuck. Calm down.
I forced myself to breathe.
Forced my spine flat.
Forced my fists to unclench.
She looked at me.
“Burn me, Tora. I am not afraid.”
I wanted to be inside her so badly my vision blurred.
This was insane because I'd had so many women in my life.
Through my teen years, when I was young, reckless, and hungry for everything the world could offer.
Through my time as a rising football star, when women threw themselves at me after every match, desperate to touch greatness and be chosen.
And then as the Dragon—when power became its own aphrodisiac, when women came to me not for my body, but for what I represented.
Safety.
Danger.
The thrill of belonging to someone bigger than themselves.
So many faces.
There was one who whispered my name over and over while I was fucking her like if she said my name enough, it would make me hers. Afterwards, she cried when I told her to get dressed. Stood in my doorway with mascara running down her cheeks and her shoes in her hand, asking what she did wrong.
