Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 154368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 617(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 617(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
I yearned to tear the leather from her hips.
Shred it.
Leave her in nothing but candlelight and the wetness I already knew was dripping down her thighs.
And then she began to test the flame on her arm over and over again.
Fuck me. Get over here. Right. Now.
Each time the flame touched her arm, my cock jumped. A hard, involuntary twitch against the leather that I couldn't hide and didn't want to.
Each time she gasped from the hot contact, heat flooded my cock—thick, liquid, devastating. My balls tightened. My abs locked. The muscles in my thighs trembled from holding still.
I’m going to fucking explode.
I gritted my teeth as my head spun into delirium.
She parted her lips and stared at the flames dancing on the wand’s tip.
Hmmm. Power. She is truly discovering it.
I could see it building in her posture. In the way her chin lifted. In the way her thighs pressed together after each pass of the flame.
She was also getting wet.
I knew it the way I knew my own body.
The flame wasn't just teaching her control—it was turning her on. Each pass across her skin was stoking that pussy between her thighs.
Even more, she was trying to hide it.
No, Tora. Pressing those thighs together won’t stop the ache. Only my cock will.
I wanted to drag her onto this slab. Onto me. Craved the feeling of her thighs split open over my hips, her hands bracing on my chest, her wet, warm pussy sinking down onto my cock inch by inch while I was pinned here and couldn't grab her.
Couldn't thrust.
Could only lie here and feel her take me at whatever pace she chose.
The restraints bit into my wrists. I'd been pulling without realizing it.
My whole body had gone rigid on the stone—back arched, abs locked, cock straining so hard against the leather that the pressure was almost unbearable.
Fuck. Calm down.
I forced myself to breathe.
Forced my spine flat.
Forced my fists to unclench.
She looked at me.
“Burn me, Tora. I am not afraid.”
I wanted to be inside her so badly my vision blurred.
This was insane because I'd had so many women in my life.
Through my teen years, when I was young, reckless, and hungry for everything the world could offer.
Through my time as a rising football star, when women threw themselves at me after every match, desperate to touch greatness and be chosen.
And then as the Dragon—when power became its own aphrodisiac, when women came to me not for my body, but for what I represented.
Safety.
Danger.
The thrill of belonging to someone bigger than themselves.
So many faces.
There was one who whispered my name over and over while I was fucking her like if she said my name enough, it would make me hers. Afterwards, she cried when I told her to get dressed. Stood in my doorway with mascara running down her cheeks and her shoes in her hand, asking what she did wrong.
But, she'd done nothing wrong.
I just never felt anything when it came to women.
Reo had been forced to escort her out of the hotel room.
Another showed up at my gates three nights in a row. The first night, my guards turned her away. The second night, she climbed the wall.
Somehow the third night, she made it inside the compound and all the way to my bedroom door before Reo caught her by the arm and dragged her out.
She screamed my name down the hall, clawing at his hands.
Kicking.
Begging.
Two Fangs had to help him get her into the car. I listened from my bed and didn't feel a thing.
There were others, but they blurred.
All of them.
Only a gallery of skin, sound, and desperate desire that never once touched me where it mattered.
Now. . .
This woman—my Tiger, my Tora—had erased them all from my memory.
Now they were even more faceless.
Nameless.
Ghosts of a life I no longer recognized as my own.
There was only her.
Maybe. . .there had only ever been her. I just hadn't known it until she walked into my world and set it on fire.
Tonight, I would let her do it literally.
I was ready to die for her if I had to.
Ready to burn.
Ready to let the flames consume me if that's what she needed to see. If that's what it took for her to understand the depth of what I felt.
My Roar didn't know about our fire play session this evening. If Reo did, he might have tried to talk me out of it, reminding me of my responsibilities, my empire, and the war we were fighting.
Reo would tell me this was reckless.
Dangerous.
Stupid.
And of course, he would be right.
But I didn't care.
Currently, Reo was drugged and sleeping off broken ribs in his bedroom. According to Kaoru, he’d eaten damned near all of my Tiger’s samples, so his belly was surely full.
He would learn about what happened in the morning and be in a bad mood.