In his unapologetic shameless way, he yanks my knickers down my legs. I can’t even delude myself into fighting anymore.
He lets go of my wrists and clutches my hips in a steel grip. His head buries between my thighs. I lose sight of him, but I feel it. He licks me from the bottom straight to my clit. My body jerks as if possessed.
“Fuck. You taste like sin.”
My hand clamps in his damp hair. I swear I meant to push him away. Then his tongue thrusts into my opening. My back arches with a helpless whimper. I yank on the strands of blond hair and pull him closer. It must hurt like hell, but Shadow and his wicked tongue don’t seem to care.
He ravages me like he’s been starving and I’m his last meal. I gasp at the intensity of the assault, and spasms rock my body. My lungs fight for breath with each relentless stroke. He’s persistent and has no boundaries.
My knees turn into a puddle as he sucks on my clit. I fall. No. I’m falling, and I don’t think there’s a way to stop me from reaching the abyss.
I come in a rush of dopamine. The orgasm is so strong that all I manage is a wordless cry. Like a downpour, I can’t stop it or fight it. All I can do is soak in the rain and bask in the sensation.
My muscles turn immobile and I’m too dizzy to move.
Shadow isn’t done with me.
When I return to the world of the living, he’s sitting between my legs. His fingers smear my wetness along the sensitive skin with a half-drunken gaze.
“Do you feel filthy yet?” His hair is tousled from how much I pulled it earlier. “Just like me.”
I turn my head away, refusing to have him see me this way. I feel vulnerable and I hate it.
“Look at me.” His harsh fingers dig in my jaw and his face hovers inches from mine. “Tell me you want me.”
“No.” It’s a mere whisper and my body revolts against it.
“No?” He raises an eyebrow.
Yes! Just touch me already.
“Stop me.” He dares. “Kick me away.”
I should. God, I should. But the dare in his eyes means he’ll really stop if I do, and I don’t want him to stop.
It’s crazy how he managed to enchant my body to his even before he touched me. Now that he did, pushing him away is out of the question. I’ve had my first hit of his drug, but I still need endless fixes.
When I don’t make a move, his eyes whirl into a storm.
Wild.
Thick.
Unstoppable.
He unbuckles his trousers, freeing his erection. His cock is hard and pulsing with need.
I swallow. That thing will break me.
Why do I want it to break me?
Shadow pumps his cock twice, and I stare with parted lips. With his wet T-shirt sticking to his chest and his hardness poking straight at me, he looks like a sex deity.
He runs the cum-coated tip up and down my entrance, smearing it with my wetness. I bite my lower lip to stop a moan from surging free.
Shadow continues the onslaught.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
My breathing deepens, and I swear my entrance is clenching, begging to have him inside.
The tip settles inside, and I hold my breath. It’s been years since I had sex, and considering his size, I’m sure it’ll hurt like hell. Instead of fear or dread, all I feel is anticipation and excitement.
I want it to hurt.
No smirks or grins animate Shadow’s face. Instead, there’s a raw lust — the same feeling that’s coursing through my blood.
He rocks his hips forward and I expect him to slam inside.
The unpredictable enigma has other plans. He takes my hand and wraps it around his length. I drown in the half-dazed look on his face as I work him up and down slow at first since I try to predict what he likes.
It’s my time now. He might have driven me to an orgasm, but I still have control, too.
I rub him faster and harder and as unrestrained as when he tongue-fucked me. Soon, he loses control and thrusts himself in and out of my grip.
He fucks my hand.
The unhinged storm in his eyes turns me on more than it should.
He throws his head back with a groan. The glorious muscles of his shoulders coil with tension. Warmth sprays all over my sex and stomach.
I’m pleased, no, proud, for pushing him to the edge. At the same time, I’m disappointed he