I shook in Kenji’s arms.
And he fucked me more.
Hard.
Deep.
Relentless.
After three more strokes, he growled, buried his face against my throat, and groaned long and low against my skin.
His cock pulsed inside me. Once. Twice. Three times. Hot. Heavy. Filling me up exactly the way he had promised—so deep that some of him would still be dripping out of me when I woke up tomorrow morning.
The elevator hung in the shaft.
The world hung with it.
His chest rose and fell against mine. My legs were still wrapped around his waist. My dress was bunched up at my hips.
I was a wreck. A sweaty, breathless, glowing wreck. "Kenji."
"Mmm?"
"I love you."
He pulled back enough to look at me. His gaze softened. "I love you too, Tora."
He kissed me. Soft, this time. Slow. Then he pulled out, fixed himself, fixed me, somehow getting my torn dress to cover my breasts.
Thankfully, he lifted me into his arms because now I was totally exhausted.
A second later, he hit the emergency button again.
The elevator started moving.
By the time the doors opened on our floor, I had melted against his chest and my intoxication had decided it was time to take its real shift. My eyes closed as he carried me down the hall and I fell asleep before we could even make it to the bedroom.
Chapter nineteen
Cocoon
Nyomi
Naked,Iwokeupin the Dragon's muscular arms, and his body was closed around me in a way that left no space untouched. One arm was heavy across my waist. The other curled beneath my neck. His bicep was a thick pillow under my head, and his hand rested open against my shoulder.
Warmth radiated from his body.
His skin was tattooed-satin over hard muscle.
Sometime in the night, my body molded to his, deciding it fit too well to ever leave. And I understood exactly why. It felt so perfect to be cocooned within him. Every place our bodies touched was luxuriously intimate and possessive. My back to his ribs. My hip to his thigh. My foot hooked over his ankle. My ass to his cock.
With my eyes still closed, I breathed him in until my chest hurt—smoked sandalwood and burning ginger.
I matched my breath to his without thinking.
In and out.
In and out.
