Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 161615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 808(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 539(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 808(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 539(@300wpm)
Touch.
Taste.
Take.
She raised her eyebrows. “Are you going to come to bed or not?”
I dragged my gaze over her one more time, then started unbuttoning my pants. My cock was already thick, straining.
“Careful, Tora.” My voice dropped to a growl as I shoved my slacks down my hips. “You don’t want me to rush this.”
“Why not?”
I stepped closer, my cock heavy between us, my hunger written all over my face. “Because, I already plan to hurt your pussy some more.”
“No.” Her breath caught, but she didn’t look away. “You’re going to be nice to my pussy. It’s already sore.”
That word was a blade sliding between my ribs.
Sore.
My cock twitched, thickening, the hunger in me spiking.
Sore meant she already carried my cock’s mark.
Sore meant her body still remembered me, even when I wasn’t inside her.
Sore meant she could close her legs and still feel my cock there—phantom weight, phantom stretch, phantom ache.
“Sore.” I tasted the syllable. “Mmmm.”
“You look pleased with the fact that my pussy is sore.”
I climbed onto the bed.
The mattress dipped beneath my knees.
I got above her. My cock rested heavy against her thigh, the heat rolling off me thick enough to drown us both. “You think sore is going to save you? No, Tora. Sore is the beginning.”
I brushed my fingers down her stomach, stopping just above the curve of her pussy, watching her shiver. “I’m going to play that ache like an instrument. I’m going to make you moan through it, cry through it, come through it, until you can’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure. Until sore becomes worship. Until every nerve in your body confuses agony for ecstasy, and every sound you make is mine.”
She shivered under my touch. “Kenji—”
“No, Tora. Right now, you’re about to fuck the Dragon.”
She widened her eyes.
I lowered and pressed my mouth to her ear, biting the lobe before whispering, “That little soreness you feel now? It’s nothing.”
Her breath hitched, her thighs shifted.
“I don’t just want your pussy wet. I want it raw, ruined, and dripping with my cum.” My hands slid under her shoulders, not to pin her to me yet, just to lift her a little and press my face to the warm hollow below her ear.
“Mmmm.” I breathed in her intoxicating scent—black amber and ripe plum.
Now I knew that the scent. . .had been fate.
Heavy.
Rich.
Sweet.
It crawled into my lungs and branded them. It was the same phantom note that had haunted me since childhood, drifting through memory like smoke I could never catch.
Black amber—the darkness, the resin, the heat of fire smoldering in secret.
Ripe plum—sweet, lush, almost forbidden, like biting into a fruit that could stain my mouth forever.
Together, they were her.
My Tiger.
My curse.
My cure.
My secret weapon.
I lapped at her neck.
She shivered, and her scent clung to my tongue, slid into my blood, rewrote me molecule by molecule until I was no longer man but creature.
The Dragon.
Obsessed.
Unchained.
Unhinged.
Goddamn it. If I could devour her. . .
The thought cracked through me like lightning, dragging Rin’s voice back from the test. “I eat a human heart once a month for strength and vitality.”
At the time, I’d thought it ridiculous.
Now?
Looking at her curves glowing under my light, hearing her breath break in my ear—fuck, I understood.
I wanted to eat my Tiger’s heart.
Not in metaphor.
Not in poetry.
In fact, I wanted to bite into her flesh, taste the muscle that kept her alive, feel it pounding against my teeth. To rip her chest open and feast, to fill myself with the proof she was mine inside and out.
Madness.
That’s what she did to me.
And it wasn’t the first time.
I’d already had a taste of her blood in the shower. That warm liquid stained my tongue.
This heated copper rush slid down my throat, thick and intimate.
It had made my cock throb.
Made the world tilt.
It burned through me.
That taste in the shower. . .that wasn’t enough. I need more. I’ll drink every vein dry if that’s what it takes to keep her inside me.
I looked at her neck, at the pulse beating beneath her skin, and my teeth ached. I wanted to kiss her and fucking bite her until she screamed.
She’s making me fucking crazy. . .now I don’t need wine, don’t need air, don’t need food. I need what runs under her skin.
She whispered, “Kenji. . .”
I rose a little and pierced her with my gaze.
“During the test. . .I didn’t know if you were pissed, unimpressed, or. . .disappointed.”
My Tiger—my fierce, unbreakable woman—had actually feared failing me.
My chest clenched. “Disappointed in you? That’s blasphemy.”
She bit her bottom lip.
I lowered until my forehead pressed against hers. “I was so fucking impressed, I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t know how to show it without giving myself away. My men were watching. Reo. Rin. Satoshi. Kaoru. They can’t see me unravel. They can’t see how deranged you make me.”