Phei looked down at the trembling girl spread before him on the vast white bed, the striped morning light still painting her in gold and shadow. Dragon Dominance flowed through the room with every breath he took — passive, fused, effortless.

For Catrina, already drawn to him with every trembling part of her soul, it intensified the attraction until it felt like gravity itself. It inspired reverence, lust, and a worshipful orientation that made her hidden desires surface without mercy or warning.

What she had been hiding from herself — the deep, aching need to be claimed, to surrender completely, to offer every untouched inch of herself to the man she loved — rose unrequested to the front of her mind and her body.

What she had never dared ask him arrived in full, undeniable clarity: she wanted to be devoured... she wanted to be his.

And he intended to make her feel every single second of it.

Phei climbed onto the bed with the unhurried grace like a predator who already knew his prey would not run. His hands slid beneath her, one at the small of her back, the other cradling the back of her head, and he lifted her just enough to peel the white nightie the rest of the way off her body.

The satin bust dragged over her full, soft breasts, pulling the heavy flesh upward before letting it settle back against her chest with a soft bounce; her dark areolas had tightened, her stiff nipples standing out prominently.

The sheer floral lace panels whispered down her waist and hips, the soaked crotch peeling away from her swollen labia with a wet, sticky sound, a thin string of her arousal stretching between fabric and skin before it broke.

He tossed the garment aside without looking, his eyes never leaving the way her breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath.

"Arms above your head," he murmured, voice low and velvet-rough, the command wrapped in love and absolute certainty.

"Hold the headboard. Don’t let go unless I tell you."

Her breath hitched.

Her arms rose slowly, fingers wrapping around the carved wood of the headboard, knuckles already whitening.

The position stretched her body long and vulnerable beneath him — her full breasts lifted and spread slightly under their own weight, dark nipples stiff and aching, the soft plane of her abdomen taut and fluttering, thighs still parted from his earlier command.

The striped light fell across her in new patterns, one bright band cutting directly across both bare breasts, another falling lower across the wet white lace still clinging between her legs.

Phei leaned down and claimed her mouth first.

The kiss was deep, slow, and devastating; his tongue pushed in, stroking against hers, tasting the faint sweetness of her, claiming every corner of her mouth. She answered with a broken whimper that vibrated against his tongue.

He sucked her lower lip between his teeth, biting just hard enough to make her gasp, then soothed it with his tongue before driving back in. Saliva slicked their chins as the kiss turned messier and wetter.

Her hips lifted helplessly off the bed, seeking friction she wasn’t allowed to have.

He swallowed every sound she made like it belonged to him.

When he finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, shiny with spit, parted around panting breaths. Her eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide with worshipful lust.

"Good girl," he praised, thumb dragging across her wet lower lip, smearing the shine. "Every sound you make is mine. Every breath. Every shiver. Do you understand?"

She nodded frantically, but he wanted words.

"Use your voice, Cat."

"Y-yes, Boss... I understand..."

He smiled, dark and tender, then Phei began his descent.

His mouth moved to her throat; he kissed the frantic pulse hammering just beneath the delicate skin, then sucked hard enough to pull the flesh between his lips, Catrina’s back arched sharply, a high, thin whimper breaking from her.

Phei’s hand slid up to cradle the side of her neck with his thumb pressing lightly over the visibly throbbing pulse while his mouth worked.

The skin there flushed dark under his attention, a faint red mark already blooming, the pressure felt like ownership; her hidden desire to be held down, to be controlled, surfaced in the way her throat tilted further into his palm, offering more.

The Young Dragon kissed lower...

... A the tops of her full, soft breasts first in slow, open-mouthed kisses acrossing the warm upper round of her boobs; the bubbly flesh yielded under his lips, then lower still, until his mouth closed around one stiff, dark nipple.

He sucked it in but with tongue flicking the tight bud rapidly, then drawing it deeper with strong pulls that made the surrounding areola pucker; Catrina’s nipple stretched slightly between his lips before he released it with a wet pop.

"Mhmm~"

Phei’s other hand cupped her neglected breast; his fingers sunk into the soft weight, thumb circling the dark areola before pinching the stiff nipple hard enough to make her gasp and arch off the bed.

He switched sides, sucking the second nipple while his fingers rolled and tugged the first, then soothed the sting with his palm.

Her moans grew louder, more broken, her fingers white-knuckled on the headboard; soft light caught the wet shine of saliva on her dark nipples, making them glisten.

"These are mine now, Cat." he murmured against the wet, swollen peak he had just sucked. His breath cooled the spit-slick skin and her nipple tightened even harder.

"Every sound they make when I touch them belongs to me. Look how they stand up for me, Cat. Your body already knows who it worships."

He moved lower still.

Phei’s warm tongue traced the soft underside of each breast, then down the center of her chest where the light stripe cut across her sternum. He kissed every inch of the soft plane of her abdomen — slow, deliberate presses of lips and tongue that made the flesh tremble under his mouth.

When Phei reached her navel he circled it with his tongue, then pushed inside, fucking the small dip with slow, wet strokes.

Her hips jerked hard and a startled, high whimper tore from her throat. He blew a cool stream of air across the wet skin and she shivered violently, goosebumps racing across her arms and chest, her dark nipples tightening further.

"Every part of you," he said, voice low and commanding, "is mine to explore. To taste. To claim. You’re going to feel me on every inch before I’m done."

Phei shifted lower on the bed, his hands slid beneath her thighs and lifted them.

Catrina’s legs bent and her knees drew toward her chest, spreading her wider.

He savored the sight of the backs of her thighs and the excuse of the wet white lace still covering her.

Phei’s gaze darkened with satisfaction as he looked at the evidence of her high, silent lust — the crotch of her panties visibly dark and clinging to her swollen labia, a thin string of her wetness stretching from the fabric to her skin before it broke.

Freshness of her arousal had already begun to drip down toward the cleft of her ass, glistening in the light and running toward the tight pucker of her anus.

Phei started with her feet.

One hand cradled her right ankle while his mouth pressed a kiss to the delicate arch slow and wet, he kissed softly from her heel to the ball of her foot.

He took her big toe into his mouth and sucked; his tongue swirled around it, then moved to the next toe, treating each one with the same filthy attention.

Her whimpers turned into broken little gasps of surprise, surprised how he knew her fetish; Catrina’s toes curled hard in his mouth before spreading again.