Page 240 of The Dragon 2
He had won.
“Oh!” My hand flew to the velvet armrest.
Soon I was no longer in control, it was all him.
I found myself instinctively moving against his tongue, riding the exquisite waves of ecstasy that his skilled mouth was conjuring. “Oh! Oh! G-good little Dragon!”
He captured my clit between his lips, drawing it in with a fervor that resonated with a deep, primal moan from within his chest. The vibration coursed through me, eliciting a cry that echoed around us.
He must have known the turmoil he was causing within me, the delicious torment that left me breathless and yearning.
Perhaps that was why he continued, relentless and with no fucking mercy.
Holy fuck!
I thought Hiroko had properly warned me, but she hadn’t even come close.
This was a fucking rollercoaster ride that I could not get off.
His tongue danced in intricate, swirling patterns, while his fingers pressed into my thighs with a possessive grip from below.
The throne between us creaked.
My pussy throbbed with a rhythmic pulse as my entire being dissolved into heat, flame, and ash.
“Oh! Oh!” I clung to the arms of the throne, needing something to anchor me as he claimed me with the exquisite mastery of his mouth.
Tears spilled from the corners of my eyes. Not from pain. From how fucking seen I felt. Like he was tasting every part of me no one had ever touched—the grief, the glory, the mess. All of it.
This wasn’t a submissive servant.
This was a man reclaiming his right to possess me with every stroke of his tongue.
And I let him.
His mouth moved lower, tongue spearing inside my pussy.
My hands flew to my breasts, squeezing my nipples, trying to ground myself in the onslaught of pleasure and losing. "Oh my god, Dragon. . .fuck. . .fuck!"
He grunted. A pleased sound. Proud of himself. And then he returned to my clit, fast now, feral.
“G-good. . .little. . .D-dragon!”
His next groan was deep, guttural—like pleasure was pain and pain was devotion. Like tasting me hurt him in the most beautiful way.
Next, I felt something break.
Maybe it was my pride.
Maybe it was my fear.
Maybe it was the last part of me that didn’t believe I could be loved this way.
And then. . .I shattered with a scream that didn’t sound human. My vision went white. My legs jerked. My body roared to life. My mind blanked.
Somewhere in the haze, I realized I hadn’t just said his name, I had loudlymoanedit like a great declaration to the world. “Kenji!!!”
My hips bucked up hard.
