Page 244 of The Dragon 2
The thickness of him up against my pussy made my insides throb.
His large hands cupped my ass, gripping it so tantalizingly hard that I knew he would leave a mark in my dark brown skin.
Now we were face to face.
His chest pressed against my breasts. My nipples rubbing against his heated inked skin. His face hovered so close, I could feel his breath mingling with mine.
Hot.
Heavy.
Spiced with the taste of my release still lingering on his tongue.
Then he leaned in a little. His forehead brushed mine, and his nose grazed mine too.
“K-kenji. . .” I clung to him.
And for a moment, neither of us moved. We just breathed each other in. Fire meeting fire. His fingers kneaded my ass like he owned it. His cock flexed, dragging against my soaked heat with just enough pressure to make me moan. “Tora.”
Breathless, I whispered, “Yes.”
“You thought you were going to leave this room without getting dominated?”
I widened my eyes and before I could answer, he kissed me.
Slowly.
No tongue at first.
Just lips—full, hot, claiming mine, lathering it with a vow. My mouth opened under his, and then his tongue slid in—slick, confident, unhurried.
Moaning, I kissed him back.
Harder.
Grinding against the thick length of him, hips moving on instinct. My pussy was soaked, throbbing, aching to feel him inside. I brought my hands to the back of his head, loving the feel of his hair against my fingertips.
He kissed me deeper.
I whimpered.
His kiss slowed again.
Gentled.
How could a man so fast, so strong, so dangerous, also be so sensual?
His lips pulled from mine only to brush across my cheek, then lower—trailing heat down my neck, pausing over the hammering beat of my pulse.
He licked there.
Sucked lightly.
Marked me.
My fingers clenched in his hair. “Please.”
He pulled back just enough to look at me again, yet our foreheads still touched. He rolled his hips slightly, so his cock pressed right against my clit.
