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)
The depth of her beauty.
The expanse of her soul.
I trailed my fingers lightly across the slope of her shoulders, feeling the shudder run through her body, matching my own.
Her head tilted back, taking in more droplets.
My hand slid lower, drawn to the smooth plane of her back, tracing the arc of her spine.
Heat pooled in my gut.
I stepped closer.
My cock hardened, and I pressed the hungry length along the contours of her ass.
A soft moan left her. “Kenji, what are you doing?”
“Let me show you, Tora.” I slipped my hands to the front and began caressing those full, round breasts.
She shivered. “You’re so bad.”
“You make me this way.” The sensation of her wet skin under my fingertips, the faint quiver in her frame, it was all more intoxicating than any high. “Are you still sore, Tora?”
“Yes.”
“Too bad.”
She chuckled.
I slipped my hands down to her pussy, and my fingers found her clit.
“Oh.”
“Mmmm. I don’t think you’re too sore.” I toyed with her clit, my fingers relishing the slick warmth, the welcoming vulnerability.
She trembled and arched her back. “We’re supposed to be getting ready.”
“This is one of the ways I like to get ready.”
“No, Mr. Dragon.” She batted my hands away and got out of my hold. “We can’t. It’s already going to take me some time to get my hair ready.”
“Tora—”
“Nope.” She turned around and shoved me back. “You stay two feet away from me.”
“What?” My body protested. I could feel the tension coiling within my body, a spring wound too tight. “Are you telling the Dragon no?”
“Damn right I am.”
I growled.
Laughing, she put her back to me.
“This is mine.” I squeezed her soft, wet ass.
She shoved my hands away. “I’m about to kick your ass up out of here.”
“Tora, this is our bathroom.”
“No. This is the Tiger’s bathroom. I’m just letting you use it.” She chuckled.
My cock jerked.
She looked down at it. “I’m serious, Kenji. Let me get ready.”
I bit down on my lower lip, willing myself to keep control. “I’ll stop for now. But when we get to my surprise, there will be no stopping me.”
“I think that is a fair compromise.”
I sneered, yet remained silent. My body protested again, but something deeper warmed in my chest.
Only my Tiger could tell me no.
Only my Tiger could make me wait.
Only my Tiger could claim space even when I wanted to consume all of it.
And I was beginning to love her more for this power.
I grumbled under my breath as she retreated, her body still wet and glistening, skin kissed by droplets that shone like jewels. She had been a delicious heat against me, her curves melting into mine, her soft moans music to my ears. But now, she was stepping away, putting distance between us that I didn't want and didn't understand.
The way the water slipped over her skin, how the steam clung to her body—it was all too much.
I wanted to touch her, to lose myself in her.
The anticipation was maddening and delicious.
She turned back under the shower, humming some slow song that vibrated low in her throat.
Water cascaded down the valley of her spine, pooling in the dimples just above her ass before spilling over that perfect curve.
I stayed where I was, a predator feigning disinterest while hunger gnawed at my insides.
My gaze went to her neck and took in the bite marks—imprints of my insatiable hunger for her. I traced them with my eyes, painting a path from her neck down to her lower back, then back to the roundness of her ass.
I’m going to bite her some more today.
The sight was too intoxicating.
Especially on her ass.
I envisioned my teeth tearing into my Tiger once again, sinking down into the soft flesh of her ass as I finger fucked her wet pussy.
The thought alone made my cock violently twitch.
She glanced over her shoulder. “You’re staring. Instead of showering.”
“I’m appreciating.”
“No. It actually looks like you’re plotting.”
I grinned. “Same thing.”
Her laughter echoed around the small room, tinged with teasing. It wasn't helping. Every chuckle, every playful glance she sent my way only served to stoke the fire within me further.
I watched as she rinsed out her hair, tilting her head back to let the water cleanse and refresh. Then, she squeezed out a handful of thick conditioner and began to massage it through her hair, section by section.
I leaned my head to the side. “What is that smell?”
She fully turned around giving me a heavenly view of her breasts—round and plump with perky nipples begging to be touched. Droplets of water clung to the curves of her breasts.
I could stare at her for hours and never be bored.
She raised the bottle between us. “This is coconut and hibiscus. You like it?”
“I love it.” Without thinking, I took it from her.
“Kenji!” she gasped, laughing as I poured too much into my hand. “That’s expensive!”