The Dragon's Empire Book 1
Voice husky rasp, hazel eyes blazing defiance into obsidian storm.
He held a beat longer, arousal thick in the air, his hard length pressing insistent promise of ruin. Then released, stepping back with a smirk, leaving me flushed, nipples taut against sapphire. "Productive tension," he murmured, gesturing at the war room table—holographic maps pulsing OmegaTech logos, rival webs spidering red.
I straightened my suit, pulse thundering, shoving desire to tactical corners. "OmegaTech. Their moves?"
We mapped—his fingers tracing digital fronts, my contralto dissecting counters. FTC delays weaponized, protests seeded. Synergy crackled, minds mirroring ruthless ballet, proximity electric scar on s
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