Page 120 of The Dragon 1
Nyomi’s pulse fluttered at her neck.
“In the end, I didn’t cum from the friction of her pussy on my cock. . .I came from surrender. From being seen. From giving her that last bit of power I’d held onto my whole life.”
Nyomi exhaled, her hands trembling just slightly as she reached for her sake. She didn’t sip. Just held the cup like it might steady her.
“She loosened the rope afterwards. Traced my skin with her nails. Kissed my temple, and then. . .”
“What?”
“She said. . .‘Dragonsdobleed.’”
Nyomi let out a sound—soft, stunned, and hot.
“Lya was gone before dawn. No note. No promise. And I never looked for her.”
“Why not?”
“She wasn’t mine to keep. She was only mine to remember.”
I let my voice drop even lower. “But you, Tora?”
Nyomi’s eyes widened just enough to make my chest burn.
“You will not be some memory. Some story to tell. I already know that you will not be a ghost.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I’m never going to let you vanish.”
She went flush. Those full lips parted even more. Her chest rose and fell like she’d run ten stories in heels.
She licked her lips again.
And I imagined it.
Nyomi—bare, wild, glorious—straddling me in some shadowed room. Her brown skin glowing with sweat. Her thighs flexing around my waist. Her wet pussy taking my cock, hard and deep, rocking me into the edge of reason.
It wasn’t the pace of her hips that undid me.
It was the rope.
Red silk.
Looped around my neck.
Her fingers tightening it with every thrust.
Not to hurt me, but to claim.
To remind me that I was hers in that moment—breath, body, and bone.
Her voice, low and dangerous, whispering.“Don’t cum until I say.”
I wouldn’t.
Because I was hers.
Fuck, I’d never wanted anyone to own me so bad.
