Page 229 of The Dragon 2
No one could stop me. Not her. Not Reo. Not my Eyes or Fangs. Not even Hiroko.
And if I wanted to ruin Nyomi—to make her mine the way monsters did, to fuck her until she broke and rebuilt around my cock—I could.
God help me, I could.
But I didn’t.
Because she didn’t need chains to bind me.
Just her eyes.
Her voice.
Her power.
And I also could not forget that my beast was willing to kneel for her, craving to submit to this. . .Tiger Queen.
I continued on.
This scent hit me halfway across the floor. Not just ripe plum and black amber—but her pussy.
Her heat.
Her wetness.
The intoxicating alchemy that lived between her thighs.
I groaned, low and primal. My cock—already hard beyond pain—pressed against my zipper, leaking with every crawl forward. The pre-cum spilled down my shaft, sticky and hot against my boxer briefs—my surrender in liquid confession.
I kept crawling.
I watched the slow throb of her arousal with each inch forward. Every flex of my knee brought me closer to madness. My fingers ached to grab her thighs. My mouth begged to taste.
Pleasure clawed at the inside of my gut.
I’d been called many things in my life—the Dragon, the Tokyo Executioner, the Fox’s Weapon, Monster—but nevergood little Dragon.
How had I become her dragon on a leash?
And how could I make this moment last forever?
So close. I’m so fucking close now.
My breathing grew more ragged. The scent of her pussy enveloped me, wrapping around my face like the first breath of oxygen after drowning in ash.
Three feet away.
Two feet.
One.
And then, I was there.
My nose hovered inches from the opening between her thighs.
I stared.
Her pussy lips parted like the gates of heaven, kissed by heat and danger. Flushed and dripping with desire. Her thighs were thick and soft.
