Page 231 of The Dragon 2
Beneath Her Throne
Kenji
Her gaze held mine captive as her hand moved slowly, languidly down her body.
Oh, Tora.
Her fingers trailed across those hardened nipples on her breasts. Then, she reached her hand out toward me and to my utter shock, she gripped the back of my head.
Firm.
Unyielding.
Absolutely claiming.
I widened my eyes.
I’d tasted blood, war, and fire in this life. I'd slaughtered global mafia kings and knelt only to death. Yet, the heat betweenNyomi’s thighs—so close, so forbidden—felt like the most dangerous battlefield I’d ever approached.
She tightened that grip on my head delivering a sting that made me groan. “Smell my pussy.”
I blinked.
The command hadn’t shocked me, but the way my soul responded did.
I trembled some more. “Yes, Queen.”
Then she shoved my face forward.
Hard.
Soon, my nose slammed into her slick heat, and I swore I saw stars. Her scent crashed through me—plum, black amber, salt, and raw female musk. Every note carved its name into my lungs.
God yes!
Moaning, I nuzzled my face against that wet pussy.
Finally I get to taste.
And just as I opened my mouth, tongue trembling for her, she yanked me back.
Violently.
No!
The air slapped my face.
Cold.
Empty.
Goddamn it! Enough with the teasing. I want you now!
A strangled noise left my throat—part ache, part devastation. My fists tightened on the marble. I looked up at her. “Queen. . .”
“Yes.”
“I want to eat your pussy.”
