Page 225 of The Dragon 2
God help me; Iwantedthat gift. I wanted to unwrap every dark, snarling inch of him until I found the softest, most sacred part he never let anyone touch—and then I craved touching it so gently he forgot his own name.
Hiroko had taught me how to command yet she hadn’t warned me thatthis—his silence, his restraint, his obedience—would tamemetoo. Would turn my dominance into devotion. Would make me want to earnhissubmission like a prize I never knew I needed.
Because here was the truth; The Dom may direct the scene but the sub defines its power.
And Kenji Sato?
He was defining the fuck out of this moment—without saying a single word.
My hands trembled at my sides but I didn’t let it show.
He watched me.
I stepped back and then slowly, I opened the cape.
His gaze lifted. He watched the black fabric slither down my shoulders, across my back, grazing my thighs, and then dropping to the floor.
I stood there, bared to him. Bodysuit clinging to my curves. Garter straps hugging my thighs. Skin glowing with heat.
His pupils dilated until there was no brown left—just black, blown wide and hungry.
His mouth parted.
Then. . .his bodywavered.
Just a tremble.
Just a twitch of his arms.
And then he started to rise from the marble floor.
Oh fuck.
I frowned.
He caught my disapproval, then slowly lowered again, and bowed his head.
“Good Dragon.”
The dark growl that left him was so loud it made the walls vibrate.
I blinked.
His gaze went to my breasts and how they poked out of the cut outs. My nipples jutted through the air, stiff with arousal and chilled by desire.
I saw the moment he noticed.
The moment he locked on.
Kenji's lips parted. He licked them—once, then again. That greedy tongue flicked out like it could already taste me, like he didn’t know whether to worship or devour.
His breath faltered.
I just stood there, letting him take in the full weight of what he wanted but couldn’t have.
Not yet.
Alright. It’s time.
