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)
Her lips parted.
“You didn’t just pass that test, Tora. You stripped me open. You reached into my chest and ripped out every defense I had left. My brain. . .” I lifted my head to look deep into her brown eyes. “My brain left me. It went into your grip and it hasn’t come back.”
Her eyes filled with warmth.
“I fell in love with you again.”
She raised her hand and brushed her fingers over my jaw. “Again?”
“When you came into my office that first day, my cock fell for you. I breathed you in and my nose and lungs fell for you. Then on our second date, when you cooked for me, my stomach fell for you. You made me crawl and my soul fell for you. Piece by piece, I keep losing myself to you.”
Relief softened her face, curved her lips, and sparkled her eyes. She looked so fucking gorgeous that it hurt. In fact, her relief undid me more than her fear ever could. The curve of her smile, the light in her eyes—fuck, it made me feral.
She had no idea how dangerous it was for her to look that happy in my bed, under my rule.
I brushed my thumb over her bottom lip, slow, like I was memorizing it before tearing it apart. “Soon there will be nothing left but what you allow me to keep.”
“I’m not going to let you keep anything.”
The words detonated inside me. My heart slammed against my ribs, my cock throbbed against her thigh, and the Dragon in me uncoiled with teeth and fire.
“Greedy Tiger.” I kissed her forehead, slow, loving, as if the gesture could brand my devotion deeper than my cock or my teeth ever could. “You’re the first person who’s ever made me want to be human. . .and the only one who makes me proud to be a monster.”
Before she tried to speak, I lowered my mouth to her jaw and bit her there, sharp enough to make her gasp, sharp enough to taste the edge of her skin.
“K-Kenji.” She whimpered, and the sound tore through me dousing gasoline over flame.
Groaning, I dragged my mouth down her neck, stopping at the place where her pulse leapt, frantic and beautiful.
My teeth grazed the spot, and she tilted her head back in surrender.
Her pulse beat against my lips.
“Careful, Tora.”
“Am I not safe with you?”
“You’re not.” I whispered against her pulse, letting the sharp edge of my canine scrape the tender spot. “You are in absolute danger.”
“Who will save me?”
“No one.” I bit at the space under her pulse.
Not soft.
Not gentle.
Hard enough to make her cry out.
Hard enough that a tiny drop of blood stained my tongue. The copper tang filled my mouth, and I groaned into her skin, hips jerking forward against her thigh.
Her body bucked beneath me, a shiver racked her spine as pleasure and pain must have intermingled.
I lapped at the little beads of blood on her skin and bit again.
Her blood hit my tongue and the world tilted.
Oh fuck. I’m getting addicted to this.
Chapter seven
Empire Between Her Thighs
Kenji
Why did tasting her blood make me so crazy?
My cock jerked like she’d stroked me. Every nerve in my body lit up, white fire racing through my veins, leaving me trembling against her skin.
The copper tang wasn’t just taste.
It was power.
It slid into me like liquid electricity, flooding my chest, hardening my cock until it ached against her thigh.
One swallow, and I was drunk on her.
Two swallows, and I was feral.
Moaning, she clung to my shoulder and dug her fingers into my skin.
Her soft whimper echoed in my ears, the perfect soundtrack to my rampant desire. My senses were honed to every note, every hitch in her breath, every beat of her pulse as I savored her blood on my tongue.
It tormented me with the most exquisite taste.
It was a drug I could not resist, a temptation I would willingly drown in.
How did it come to this? How did she make me this crazy for her so fast?
I bit her skin again.
"Kenji!" she gasped.
Her body arched beneath me.
Groaning, I lapped at the blood and rubbed my cock against her thigh.
She whimpered, “Fuck me.”
“You want this cock?”
“Yes.”
“But your pussy is sore.”
“It’s too late. I’m addicted.”
I groaned.
“Fuck this war with my father. I think I’ll just spend the rest of these years on this island with you.” I slid one hand down.
It drifted lower, past the soft swell of her stomach, through the heat rising from her pussy, until my fingers slid into the slickness waiting for me.
Mmmm.
Every time I touched her there, it felt like dipping my fingers into some forbidden temple.
An erotic shrine carved into flesh.
And at the very top, hidden and trembling, was her clit—small, swollen, perfect. A holy jewel that could undo kingdoms with a single caress.
Her pussy was wet.