Page 252 of The Dragon 2
Endless.
Violent.
My whole body jerked as I felt it.
One thick pulse.
Then another.
Then another.
Each wave hotter than the last, flooding me in molten, unfiltered desire.
He gasped—loud, ragged,feral—his forehead falling to my shoulder as his whole frame trembled. His hips didn’t stop moving. Hethrust throughhis orgasm, like he needed to etch every last drop into me.
Oh shit.
I couldfeelthe thick flood of his cum filling my insides, coating my walls, dripping.
My eyes widened even as my arms wrapped tighter around his back.
The air reeked of gunpowder and blood now. Outside, gunshots cracked with angry thunder, men screamed down the hall, something heavy smashed into a wall or maybe a body—but I couldn’t focus.
Because Kenji wasstillcoming.
Still twitching inside me.
Still groaning against my mouth.
“F-fuck—Tora—fuck.” He sounded just as ruined as me.
Grunting, he thrust into me again and cum leaked around us.
My walls were soaked.
The rose piercing dragged against my overstimulated g-spot again and I whimpered unable to take anymore sensations.
Somewhere outside the door, a man let out a scream and then it was cut short, like someone had slit his throat.
Kenji didn’t even flinch.
His hands gripped my ass tighter, holding me in place as he rocked through the last pulses of his orgasm, his jaw clenched against my skin, breath hot and furious.
I could feel him breathing me in like I was his sanctuary.
The building must have been chaos.
Gunfire.
Screams.
Destruction.
And here we were—locked together in the most intimate, reckless, consuming way possible.
When he finally stilled, he kept his cock buried to the hilt and more cum dripped between my thighs.
Oh God. I will never be the same again. . .never. . .
