Page 153 of The Dragon 2
“Hmmm. You’re inmycity and you think you can teach me?”
“I do.”
I leaned over and brushed my mouth along her jaw. To my shock, no clearing of Hiroko’s throat came with that either. Satisfied, I groaned. “Tell me, Tora. If I drop to my knees and put my mouth on your pussy, will your little mentor loudly clear her throat?”
Nyomi just smirked.
“Or will she just stay there in the shadows, watching us like theater?”
Nyomi didn’t blink. “Maybe she’s not in the audience. Perhaps, she’s the director of this performance.”
My cock twitched.
“Lucky for you and her, I don’t fucking care.” I growled. “Let her choreograph my ruin. I just want to taste you.”
A soft moan left Nyomi. Then, she kissed my cheek. Soft. Gentle. But absolutely lethal. “You will taste me. But not yet. Eat, Dragon. You need strength for what’s to come.”
Eat, Dragon?
I groaned at what she said and the audacity of how she said it. Never had a woman talked to me in this way. Never had a woman even thought she could controlourmoment together.
Nyomi was fucking toying with me and it was sweet torment. Red leather sinful torture. A Tiger pacing slowly through the flames while the Dragon begged to be devoured.
Eat, Dragon. . .
I turned my head.
In the far corner, Hiroko stood still.
One hand on her wrist.
Calm.
Controlled.
Silent.
Smiling.
Fuck.
Hirokowasenjoying it.
Part of me—twisted and dark—likedthat she was.
Nyomi picked up the last piece of cornbread and slid it past my lips and the moment it touched my tongue, flavor exploded—warm, soft, sticky-sweet. But it was her fingers I craved more than the food.
So, I quickly swallowed the piece of bread and then sucked those fingers into my mouth too.
Her breath hitched.
A groan rumbled from my throat, deep and guttural.
Lust shimmered behind her lashes.
I pulled back slowly and released her fingers. “Yes, you like to feed the Dragon.”
“Only when he licks like that,” trembling, she let out a breath as if she were trying to steady herself. “There’s more food here.”
