Page 6 of The Dragon 2
“Jesus,” I whispered, voice husky and raw. “I came in a fucking dream about him?”
Kenji Sato hadn’t even touched me yet and my body was lit up like he had dragged his tongue across every nerve ending and kissed my soul through my pussy.
Can you even cum from a dream? And. . .while dreaming?
I lay there in the silence, chest heaving, heart racing.
Well. . .I just did. . .so. . .
My pulse still beat out one name—Kenji.
The worst part?
My body didn’t feel satisfied.
It felt awakened.
Starved.
Desperate for more.
Sleep was out of the question.
No fucking way.
Not after that.
What time is it anyway?
I grabbed my phone off the nightstand.
4:42 a.m.
Tokyo still slept.
But. . .was Kenji asleep?
Still holding my phone, I turned on my side and stared at the ceiling again, like the shadows up there might explain why my brain had summonedthatdream—so vivid, so consuming, so damn sacred it felt like a memory I’d lived through instead of imagined.
I closed my eyes.
Tried to breathe.
Tried to reset.
But my body stayed wired. A flame had been lit between my thighs and no amount of logic or deep breaths would put it out.
God, I needed something. Anything.
A hit of him.
A taste.
Just one more thread to pull from the edge of that dream before it unraveled completely.
I opened my eyes, sat up, and pressed on my phone’s screen, bringing my contacts into view.
Should I?
