Chapter 22 The Forge of Lovers #3
Her brown eyes showed my reflection in her gaze. She watched me with such trust, such depth, that my heart hammered with the intensity of what lay between us.
I lowered myself to press another soft kiss to her lips before trailing a path of kisses down her throat. My mouth moved to the tender skin of her neck, leaving a path of heated kisses that made her squirm.
"Kenji," she whispered and guided me down to her breasts. “Are we just going to fuck while everyone keeps their backs to us?”
“Yes.”
“Maybe, you can dismiss them.”
“I thought you wanted them to watch.”
“That was just dirty talk, and it’s clear that you’re violently jealous.”
“I am. That is why they’re far enough away to please me.
However, they do have to remain near enough.
We’re in a time of war, Tora. I always want to make sure you’re protected.
” I tugged at one of the strings holding her bikini top.
"They wouldn’t leave anyway, they value their lives too much to risk Reo’s wrath if anything happened to us. "
I nipped her lip.
She chuckled against my mouth, but then the sound turned into a moan as I slipped one hand inside her bikini top, cupping her breast and circling her nipple with my thumb.
"Oh. . .Kenji."
"I can’t wait to devour your pussy." I was already pulling at the strings, untying the top, letting it fall away. Her breasts were bare now, perfect and full, nipples hard from the water and my touch. "Beautiful. So fucking beautiful."
I dipped my head, taking one nipple into my mouth, and she cried out and fisted my hair.
The taste of salt and her skin was intoxicating.
I sucked harder, using my teeth, knowing it would drive her crazy.
“Oh.” Her legs tightened around my waist, and I could feel the heat of her even through the fabric separating us.
"Kenji." My name was a plea now. "Please."
"Please what, Tora?" I switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention. "Tell me what you want."
"Everything. Your tongue. Your cock."
“Soon, Tora. Very fucking soon.” Lapping at one nipple, I slid my hand between her thighs and rubbed her pussy through the bikini bottoms. She was hot there, even though she’d been wet from the ocean’s cool water.
“Yes.” She gasped and rolled those hips against my hand.
"Good little Tiger, so responsive." I rubbed slow circles, feeling her body respond, watching her face as pleasure washed over it. "So perfect for me."
"Ohhhh."
I slipped my hand inside her bikini bottoms, and my fingers found her slick and ready. “Who’s pussy is this, Tora?”
“Yours,” she moaned. “The Dragon’s.”
“Fuck yeah. It is.” I began to finger fuck her, slipping my finger in and out of her warm wetness. “Are you ready for the Dragon to fuck you hard?”
“Yes.”
“But do you want me to lick that sweet pussy first?”
“Y-yes.”
“Oh, my greedy little Tiger.” I slid another finger inside her, and that pussy hugged both digits. “That’s it, Tora. Let me feel you.”
I moved my fingers in a rhythm that made her whimper and her body tremble.
I kissed her neck, her jaw, her mouth, swallowing her moans.
This was heaven.
This moment, right here, with my Tiger falling apart in my hands.
I could see our future in this moment.
Marriage on this beach.
Her pregnant with our child, glowing in the sun.
Our kids playing in this water while we watched from the shore.
All of it.
I wanted all of it—and the wanting terrified me. Men in my position didn't get to keep what they loved. They lost it, or it was taken, or they destroyed it themselves.
But I'd burn the world down before I let that happen to her.
Her breathing was getting faster, her movements more urgent.
I toyed with her clit. “How many times am I going to make you cum on this island today?”
“A lot.”
“Very smart, Tora.” I increased the pressure and speed. "Very smart."
"Ohhh, Kenji. . .”
And then I heard it.
The distant thump-thump-thump of helicopter blades.
No. There shouldn’t be any around here. Not now.
But the sound was unmistakable.
Getting closer.
Getting louder.
I froze, my hand still between Nyomi's thighs, my entire body rigid with frustration and rage.
Come on. Please. No interruptions right now. I need this time with her.
Holding in a curse word, I glanced over my shoulder.
Shit.
The sky above us fractured with silver motion. A black-and-chrome helicopter cut through the horizon, blades slicing the air in steady rhythm.
Reo’s helicopter.
Another curse burned at the back of my throat.
If Reo was coming here—now when he knew I’d demanded privacy—then it wasn’t for anything small. Either they had finally located my father’s position and the chance to kill him was in reach. . .
Or something had gone terribly, irreversibly wrong.
Both options meant the same thing.
War.
I slipped my hand out of Nyomi’s bikini bottoms. “Hold on, Tora.”
“What’s wrong?”
“That’s Reo.”
“Is there an emergency?”
“There may be one.”
The sound of the rotors deepened, heavy and insistent, echoing off the water like a warning bell.
My chest tightened.
If Reo was descending here, then our romantic time in paradise was officially over.
“I’ll be right back, Tora.” I rose and had to adjust my cock in my swim shorts. It was currently trying to puncture a hole in the fabric and get to Nyomi’s pussy.
What the fuck?!
Frowning, I headed off.
The helicopter was landing now, down the beach, kicking up white sand despite the pilot's skill.
I wanted to drag my Roar into the ocean and drown him.
However, I calmed myself.
Reo was my Roar for a reason. He understood me. Understood what this time with Nyomi meant. He wouldn't interrupt unless the situation demanded it.
Which meant something had gone seriously wrong.
What the fuck happened?