Page 218 of The Dragon 2
God, this man is so fine.
My breath caught. For a moment, I didn’t feel like Nyomi the author or even Nyomi the Queen.
I felt like Sol, the dark-skinned powerhouse fromWhen the Dragon Swallowed the Moon, standing in a clearing with Korin above her—wings flared, claws buried in earth, breath steaming against her cheek. A creature ancient and untamable, brought low to the Earth by desire, but still dangerous enough to burn the world and her down.
That’s what Kenji was now.
Beautiful and terrifying.
Restrained only by choice.
Hiroko’s voice echoed in my head.
“When a dragon kneels, he owns the floor.”
He hadn’t knelt yet.
Which meant I hadn’t truly won anything.
His fists flexed once more, those hands looking big enough to snap bone and tender enough to cradle me too.
He hadn’t touched me but I already felt claimed.
Worshipped.
Marked.
That made my nipples ache even more, made the slit in my bodysuit feel like a live wire brushing my wet heat.
He was obeying.
But he hadn’t submitted.
My voice came out low, “remove your jacket.”
His nostrils flared but he obeyed.
He slipped it off slowly, eyes never leaving mine, the stretch of fabric over muscle so erotic I almost gasped. He folded it once and then let it fall to the floor.
I took him in.
The stretch of white fabric over muscle was so erotic I almost gasped. The broad roll of his shoulders, the flex of his arms beneath that white shirt. . .it made my mouth water.
I could see now that even though I was in the dominant position, I would be battling with restraint too. . .because I wanted him naked.
Now.
I wanted to rip that shirt off with my teeth. Claw through it with my nails. Mount him like the filthy beast he was and make him beg through every tremble.
Mmmm.
I stepped forward, lips parting, tongue flicking out instinctively.
His hands began to rise to touch me.
No, Kenji.
I stopped a foot in front of him.
