Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 124836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 624(@200wpm)___ 499(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 624(@200wpm)___ 499(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
“And what did she do?”
“Screamed.”
Moni smiled. “I would have screamed too.”
“Then, she dropped those flowers for her father and raced away.”
“Did he go after her?”
“Sure did. Unfortunately.”
Moni’s smile left her face. “Unfortunately?”
“A human cannot outrun a dragon. In mere seconds, he soared over her, but she continued racing away and then began screaming for help. It was in that moment he realized that their tale would not be a love story. She was too terrified of him and well. . .”
“What?”
“It broke his heart.”
“So then what did he do?”
“What else could Jiaolong do?” I shrugged. “He swooped down and ate her.”
Moni frowned. “Lei, what kind of story is that?”
I laughed.
“He ate her?” She leaned her head to the side. “For real?”
“Jiaolong had to have her and so he decided that at least if he could consume her, their souls would still merge together.”
“That’s fucking crazy.”
“It is.” I chuckled. “But. . .the tale is about the depths of emotion and the lengths that passion can drive a person.”
Her eyes met mine with a mix of amusement and warning in their depth. “That's all well and good, Lei, but just make sure you're not planning on devouring me.”
I couldn't resist the temptation to let my gaze wander down her body, lingering on the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts before settling on the place between her legs that already held too much damn power over me.
You have no idea how much I want you. . .need you. . .
So many times, my father had told me that tale and I had thought nothing of it.
But now for the first time ever in my life, I couldn't help but see myself as Jiaolong—the dragon from my father's tale.
And wasn’t Moni—with her innocent charm and captivating beauty—the woman picking flowers by the beach?
Just as Jiaolong had been taken aback by the fisherman's daughter, I was utterly spellbound with her, so much so that I still wasn’t sure I would not kill Marcelo over her.
Yes.
I understood the dragon's yearning all too well, that frantic need to possess something so breathtaking.
The desire to have her.
To merge our souls.
It was a constant, burning ache within me.
Moni put her view back on the fountain, drinking the dragon in and I just lovingly watched her every movement, the way she parted her lips in awe, the soft curve of her neck as she tilted her head.
Mmmm.
My hunger for her grew with each passing second. It was a hunger that gnawed at me, clawing from within, demanding to be satiated.
Like that damn dragon, I wanted to consume her, to make her a part of me so completely that we would become one.
She’s lucky I can’t fucking devour her because. . .damn. . .I want to.
But unlike Jiaolong, I knew the cost of such an addicting desire.
I couldn't let my passion drive me to devour her fully.
I had to temper the flames, to control my instincts, to savor her presence without destroying the very essence of what made her so special.
I tightened my grip on our intertwined fingers, relishing in the warmth of her skin against mine.
The connection between us was electrifying.
I glanced back at Jiaolong in this sculpted form. The dragon's marble eyes bore into mine, as if recognizing a kindred spirit.
Now I get it, my friend.
I thought back to what she had just said.
“That's all well and good, Lei, but just make sure you're not planning on devouring me.”
I smirked. “Well. . .”
She snapped her attention to me. “Well?”
“Unfortunately for you, I do plan on eating you before the cookout.”
She chuckled. “Oh yeah?”
“Definitely. This tour is just a gentlemanly formality, but I am step by step guiding you up to my bedroom to feast on you.”
“Feast?”
“You heard me.”
“Well. . .no judgement. In fact. . .maybe eating me isn’t too bad of an idea after all.”
“No?”
“Not at all. You want to eat me, then who am I to stop you? In fact, it would be wrong to deny you.”
“Very wrong.”
“Just understand this.”
I quirked my brows. “And what is that?”
“After last night and your fucking me by the tree, I’ve been so horny thinking about that all morning. I couldn’t get it all out of my head. I almost messed up picking the tea blend.”
The tip of my cock hummed. “Is that right?”
“Yes.” She licked her lips. “So. . .as soon as we get somewhere more private, I’m probably going to be sitting on your face for hours.”
A dark groan left me as I pictured her smooth thick thighs around my head, her sweet erotic taste on my tongue, that clit glistening with her arousal.
“But Lei, that may cause a big problem.”
“That won’t cause any problem.”
“It might.”
“It won’t.”
“I’m trying to tell you something.”
I knew she was fucking with me, but I decided to engage anyway. “What problem?”
“I’m sitting on your face regardless if you tell me to get off or not—”