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Low.

Regal.

Deadly sweet.

“Do you see my throne?”

His voice was wrecked, “yes. . .queen.”

I dragged one manicured nail over and pointed between my open thighs. “Your head is going to go right there.”

He groaned—hoarse and ruined. “Yes. . .queen.”

“Right under my pussy.”

“God, yes, queen.”

I gave him a wicked smile. “And I’ll be sitting on your face.”

He trembled.

“You will thank me for that with your tongue.”

His eyes fluttered. “I will.”

“And when andonly whenI cum,” my voice dripped with sin. “Then and only then. . .will Iconsiderletting you cum.”

“Fuck.” His whole body shivered. “Yes, queen.”

I watched him. Watched the way power and lust battled in his body, like two dragons warring inside a temple of muscled flesh.I knew for damn sure there had been a few times when he’d almost gotten up and taken me.

Thank God he didn’t because I wouldn’t have been able to stop him. I was too wet and needy.

I licked my lips. “Are you ready?”

He didn’t blink. “Yes, queen.”

My breath hitched in satisfaction.

I spread my knees just slightly on the throne, the slit opening wider. My wetness glistened beneath the lights. My scent was filling the air now—ripe plum, black-amber, and slick heat.

“Crawl to me, little Dragon.”

Chapter forty-four

The Dragon Crawls

Kenji

Nyomi sat on that throne, radiating power the way other women wore perfume.

She was a crowned deity. Cape gone. Body wrapped in leather and sin.

Her thighs parted in erotic, mind-numbing prophecy.

Red light caressed her dark brown skin. Her pussy glistened above the throne’s open seat—wet and pulsing with need.

She was power incarnate.