The ridge of his thumb pressed against my pulse, and I knew he could feel my heart hammering wildly against his control.
“Naughty Tiger.” His gaze locked on mine and he paused from fucking me. His cock remained rammed deep inside of me. “You make me crazy. You make me want to own you in ways I could never imagine and then destroy you too, just because I can.”
My bottom lip quivered.
"How do you do that?"
I couldn't catch my breath. His cock was still buried inside me. His hand was still wrapped around my throat. The mirrored wall of the elevator was cold against my back and his chest was hot against my breasts and the world had narrowed down to the space between his eyes and mine.
"Maybe. . ." I panted within his grip. "Maybe that’s just what love does, Kenji."
He went still.
His eyes searched mine.
Then his mouth crashed onto my lips and he started fucking me again, harder than before, like the answer had broken something open in him.
His thumb pressed against the side of my neck and the world narrowed. The edges of the elevator went soft. The mirrored walls blurred. My heart hammered in my ears.
Oh, fuck! I can’t breathe!
My pussy clenched hard around his cock, so hard I felt every thick inch of him at once.
My nipples went tight enough to ache. My nails dug crescents into the meat of his shoulders through the tuxedo. My whole body started to vibrate at a frequency I couldn't control because every nerve I had was suddenlyscreamingat twice its normal volume—every drag of his cock, every brush of his pelvis against my swollen clit, every cold press of the mirror against my bare back.
He drove into me again.
And again.
And again.
And the lack of breath turned the friction into fire and the fire turned into a wave that started at the base of my spine and rolled up through my belly and exploded behind my eyes in a flash of light.
White light.
Blue light.
Gold.
I broke.
My pussy spasmed around his cock in thick, uncontrollable waves and my legs locked around his waist and a sound came out of me that wasn't a moan, scream, or a word. It was just the noise a body made when every cell in it came at the same time.
He kept fucking me.
His thumb stayed pressed against my pulse and I felt my own heart hammering against his control like it was trying to get out of my chest and into his hand.
Finally, he let go of my throat. Air came rushing back into my lungs and the second wave of an orgasm hit me harder than the first.
I came again.
Loud.
Broken.
Trembling.
And when I was able to open my eyes, I saw the dragon-shadow above us, watching me and taking up space.
