Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Oh, Tora.
The steam rolled upward again, curling over her. It knew she was a goddess worth worshipping.
And I did too.
Every inch of me.
My eyes moved slow over her, mapping that body, deciding exactly where I’d put my hands first, where I’d bite, where I’d bruise, where I’d make her tremble and cry my name.
She didn’t flinch. Didn’t hide. She stood there and let me take her in, the Queen granting her Dragon the view of the kingdom he’d burn the whole world to protect.
“Are you going to be my good little Dragon?”
Everything in me vibrated. The monster in my ribs rolled over on his back and offered his throat. I exhaled a curse that might have been a prayer. My head was too fogged to know the difference.
What was it about a specific woman that made men like me so weak?
She eyed me. “Are you?”
My voice sounded hoarse. “What do you want, my Queen?”
“Take off your clothes.” She tilted her chin. “You’re dirty. It’s time for a bath.”
“I want you.”
“I will be your reward. . .later. . .”
My fingers went to my belt. Metal clicked. The sound was small and obscene here, trapped between black stone, water, and petals. Next, I undid the pants, stepped out, and then slid the briefs down. The ritual of shedding them in front of her made me feel both ridiculous and holy—like a king who’d decided the crown was too heavy and set it aside because a woman told him to.
When I was completely naked, she let out a soft moan that I knew she hadn’t intended me to hear.
Her gaze moved over me slowly, and I could feel every inch of it. The heat from the bath might have been nothing compared to the heat in her eyes.
She didn’t rush. She drank me in like she had all day.
Her eyes lingered on the ink—black and gold dragons that coiled across my chest, slashed down my ribs, curled along my hip before disappearing into more shadow. She traced the edges of them without moving her hands, and I swear I could feel it anyway—phantom fingertips running over muscles and scars.
Her breathing slowed, and I knew she was reading me the way I’d read her in the war room—measuring what I was, deciding how far she could push me before the fire came out.
When her gaze dropped lower, something in my stomach tightened hard.
She stopped at my pierced cock.
The gold rose-shaped apadravya gleamed in the candlelight.
Right in that moment, a bead of precum spilled from the tip.
I groaned.
She did too.
The drop landed on the floor.
Her lips parted and she let out the smallest exhale.
Oh, Tiger. Come here and lick it up.
The sight of her reaction—how her pupils flared and how her chin tilted so she could get a better look—made my balls tighten and pull high.
She didn’t try to hide her hunger, and God, I loved her for that.
I tried to walk over to her.
She shook her head. “Rule number one, you don’t move unless I tell you to.”
“I don’t like that rule.”
“I didn’t ask.”
I smirked. “Why are there leather straps anchored on the side of the tub?”
“You’ll know why when you need to.”
My cock jumped from her audacity.
She lifted one hand and trailed her fingers along her own throat, down between her breasts, lower. “What’s our safe word?”
My jaw locked. Heat surged throughout my body. “Ume.”
“Correct. Good little Dragon.”
I groaned. “Now what, Tora?”
I was naked and unashamed, hungry and shaking with how hard I was trying not to move without permission. The tightness in my chest was almost gone, replaced by an erotic thrum that belonged to her.
In this war, I was finally seeing that she would be my top stress reliever. She would keep my mind clear.
Nyomi leaned her head to the side. “Now what?”
“Yes.”
“Get on your knees and crawl to the tub.”
Chapter thirty-one
Knees. Palms. Breath.
Kenji
She told me to get on my knees and crawl, and I dropped.
There was no calculation in the motion.
No hesitation.
No fight.
She spoke, and my knees met the warm stone. My palms spread flat. The heat rising through the floor merged with the heat under my skin.
I shifted forward and began to crawl, hands first.
Warm stone greeted my palms, grain, grit, and the faint cling of steam-slick heat. The ground gave my body a new logic. No upright posture to bluff with, no silhouette to throw like a weapon.
Four points of contact, then three, then four again.
Breathe in.
Weight to the wrists.
Breathe out.
Weight to the knees.
My cock hung heavy and urgent, bobbing with each brace of my knees and hands, swinging in time with my pace. The crawl teased me cruel and sweet, each shift forward pulling another low, taut erotic thread through me.
A knee forward, and my slick mushroomed tip brushed air, spilling a bead of pre-cum that kissed the marble below me.