Page 216 of The Dragon 2
I slowly licked my lips.
He sneered watching my tongue.
I gave him a wicked smirk. “You don’t touch unless I say you can.”
A muscle in his jaw twitched.
His fists clenched once, then relaxed.
Good.
My body vibrated with lust. “You don’t lick unless you beg.”
A low sound rolled out of his chest.
Dark.
Dangerous.
Hungry.
My nipples tightened beneath the bodysuit.
I didn’t move. Couldn’t let it show how that sound had shattered me.
I pointed to the floor in front of me. “You will come over but you will stop three feet away.”
He inhaled, slow and tight, his control visibly fraying at the edges. “And if I do not follow these rules.”
I didn’t blink or flinch. “Then you’ll never taste what’s already dripping for you.”
His jaw ticked again.
“And you won’t be invited back to play.”
A pause.
A beat.
His pupils had dilated fully now. His breath came in slow drags as if he were forcing himself not to growl.
I slowly adjusted my cape, parting it just enough to bare more of my thigh.
His gaze snapped to it and I savored the rising hunger in his eyes as they traveled—along my thigh, next, down to the curve of my calf, and then lingered at the slope of my ankle where the stiletto shimmered.
And just like that. . .I knew what he was imagining.
What he was aching for.
What he was dying to see.
The heat between my thighs.
The bare, wicked surprise hidden beneath all this black.
My thighs pulsed. Not from nerves—but from how wet I’d made myself, just standing there, being watched like this.
Craved like this.
