Page 245 of The Dragon 2

I gasped.

“Do you feel that, Tora?”

“Y-yes.”

“You’re already mine.”

“I know.”

“Mmmm.” He kept kissing me, devouring me, nipping, licking, groaning. “You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow.”

“H-holy shit.”

He pressed me against the wall.

Only then did I realize—he’d carried me across the room without me even knowing. I’d been so lost in the drag of his mouth, the heat of his tongue, the weight of his kisses that the world had fallen away.

The wall met my spine with a sudden chill.

And then there washim.

His body surged into mine—solid, inked, dominant—caging me. His hands gripped my thighs, keeping me locked around his waist. His chest pressed to mine, chiseled pecs-to-soft breasts, and I could feel every ridge of muscle carved beneath his inked skin.

We weren’t erotically joined yet, but my body was already preparing to take him. Already trembling for his cock.

His breath hit my cheek, ragged and possessive.

“I’m finally going to have you.” He rolled his hips just slightly, and my back arched on instinct, spine bowing to his pressure.

“Ohhh.”

Then, with one hand, he lifted me higher while the other grabbed his cock. Soon the mushroomed tip of him slid lower, parting my pussy.

And god, I was ready, despite the orgasm he’d already given me with his mouth.

His cock jerked against my entrance. A twitch—subtle, desperate, barely restrained. But I felt it. Felt it like a pulse through the heart of my pussy, like a warning that something holy and unholy was about to split me open.

I could see it in his eyes too.

The crack in his composure. The raw unraveling of that precise, dominant control he wore like armor. His breath caught. His jaw tensed. His lashes dipped for half a second as if he were fighting himself.

He licked his lips. “Say it again.”

My heart thudded hard. “Say what?”

He pressed forward—not into me, not yet, but closer. His forehead nearly touched mine, our breaths tangled. I could feel the heat of his cock’s head resting against my entrance, thick and slick, the pierced crown teasing my folds like it was kissing me open.

“Say I’m your good little Dragon.”

Oh my fucking God.

The filthy sweetness of that sentence punched the air from my lungs. My pussy clenched so hard. I was so needy, trembling, aching to be filled. I swallowed. My voice shook as the words formed in my throat. “You’re my good little Dragon.”

A low, animalistic groan ripped from his chest, and then he pushed into me.

Just an inch.

Just the thick tip of him entering me.