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)
My pulse thundered in my ears.
Pressure turned into permission. The ache I carried under my breastbone—the dead’s names, blood oaths, hard brutal choices—spilled out of me.
My lungs stretched thin, then thinner. The line between pleasure and panic began to blur until I couldn’t tell which side I was on anymore.
And maybe that was the point.
Because I belonged here.
Suspended.
Waiting.
Even though, my body begged and my instincts howled. If she left me down here another second, I would drown. . .willingly.
Tora. . .
As if she heard me, her palm left my chest.
I rose, breaking the surface on her order alone.
Water splashed.
Air rushed into me like wine poured too quickly into a crystal glass—spilling, flooding, overwhelming.
I gasped.
Oh fuck!
My chest rose hard.
Next, came ragged inhales.
One.
Two.
Three.
Each one tearing into me.
Oxygen hit my blood in a dizzying rush.
Tilting the world at its edges.
Water ran over my lids.
Gasping, I blinked over and over.
Heat from the bath clung to my skin while the cool bite of air kissed my face, and the contrast left me swaying.
My adrenaline spiked.
My cock jerked.
I’d thought my senses had been sharpened already, but now they were blinding.
Tripled.
Electrified.
The room swam in a fever of sensations—candles flaring in gold bursts at the edges of my vision, water streaming down my jaw in hot rivulets.
The air tasted different now.
Metallic.
Sweet.
Her silhouette bent over me like an eclipse, cutting the light. Her perfume drifted down and owned me—dark amber and ripe plum. I could hear the slow drag of her breath above the faint hiss of the water, could feel the cool air shift to warmth with her nearness.
I wanted to be inside her, but all I could do was focus back on breathing.
Every inhale shifted to surrender.
Every exhale served as an offering.
I was living in the chemistry of my body now. The sharp bite of oxygen, the slow thrum of my heart. It was a new language I was learning to speak.
I blinked up at her. “Tora. . .”
“Yes.”
“What you just did. . .you trapped yourself to me. Forever.”
“I already thought I was trapped to you.”
“You were. . .in this lifetime, but now I will follow you into other lifetimes and find you in the next and next, trapping you each time.”
Her lashes lowered. “I may enjoy that in my other lives.”
“You will. . .in every one.” I panted. My body hummed. “Come here.”
She drifted closer, and her body leaned into my space. “How do you feel?”
“Amazing.”
“Do you still feel high?”
“Tora, I am on Mars. Where are you?”
She chuckled. “Perhaps. . .Pluto. . .”
I tried to think of the solar system but could no longer remember how close the planets were to each other. “Can you at least see me between the stars?”
“Of course.” She lowered her mouth to mine.
The first brush was heat on heat. A slow seal. The water lapped at my chin. I groaned into her mouth and the sound broke at the edges, half-swallowed by the water.
She controlled the angle.
She controlled the pace.
When I tried to follow, she eased back and made me chase air for a heartbeat, then returned to me with a slow stroke of her tongue that made my hands clench against the leather.
Oh, Tora. When I get these cuffs off. . .
My pulse rocked hard.
My cock throbbed.
She kissed me again, deeper, and I let myself be kissed, let the pleasure be something given instead of taken. It changed the shape of our intimacy—made the erotic heat bloom wide instead of sharp.
Wanting turned into being wanted.
Between our kissing, soft moans left her lips.
She kept her palm under my jaw and slid the other hand down, skating her fingertips over my throat, and then tracing my collarbone.
She didn’t stop kissing me until I was certain my lips would remember the shape of her mouth for the rest of my life. Slow seals, parting lusty heat, the occasional wicked curl of her tongue when I thought she’d let me catch my breath.
Every withdrawal left my chest hollow.
Every return filled it again.
Then she broke away entirely.
Her hand drifted from my jaw, slid over my throat, lingered in a slow stroke against my collarbone, and then she pulled back enough for her eyes to skim me. “Okay.”
I quirked my brows.
“I could let you fuck me right now, Kenji. . .but then I wouldn’t get to play with you the way I want to.”
“You have played with me long enough. Give me that pussy. It’s mine.”
“Be patient.”
“I have been patient long enough. I want to be deep inside of you.”
“Maybe, I should make you beg.”
“Careful. The more I beg, the more you will scream later.”
“That’s pretty bold to say while handcuffed and close to being fully submerged under water.”
“I’m a bold Dragon.”
“You’re not the Dragon in this water. I’ve washed away the beast. You’re just simply mine.”
“Mmmm.” A dark groan left me.
“Okay. I have a few more things we will do first.”