Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
I could see the “yes” blooming in her eyes even before she nodded.
And I knew—I knew—that whatever I’d once been, whatever magic bound me to the shadows… this woman was the key to bringing me fully into the light.
28
DANNI
My heart was racing, a frantic, wild drumbeat against my ribs.
Not from fear—not anymore. That old, cold companion had been burned away by a fire of a different kind. This was something deeper—something primal. Anticipation filled me—a kind of breathless need I hadn’t felt in years. Maybe ever. It was a hunger—a deep, empty ache between my thighs that only my monster could fill.
I lay in the warm, possessive circle of Shadow’s arms, my naked body pressed flush to his, my cheek against the velvet-soft fur of his chest. Every rise and fall of his breathing caused his warmth to caress my skin. His steady heartbeat thudded against my ear—a rhythm that promised possession…protection…pleasure.
I was safe.
I was wanted.
And I was so incredibly ready.
At least, I wanted to be ready. Nervous butterflies were doing frantic somersaults low in my belly, a fluttering reminder that this was new, uncharted territory. Craig had never wanted to go down on me. He’d said it was messy and undignified. He also said it didn’t do much for him and that I was better off getting a toy if I needed that kind of stimulation. His voice, when he said it, had been laced with a subtle disdain that had made me feel embarrassed and ashamed for ever wanting such a thing.
But Shadow wasn’t Craig—not by a long shot. My monster looked at me like I was a banquet, and he was someone who had been starving for a thousand years. I knew that he truly wanted to do this…which gave me the courage to let him try.
He kissed my forehead and then my temple, his lips impossibly warm and soft. I tilted my face up, a silent offering, and he captured my mouth in a deep, slow, devouring kiss that left me shivering and weak. His tongue stroked mine, unhurried and deeply sensual—a preview of things to come—while his big, furred hands began a slow, deliberate slide down my body.
Gods, those hands—so strong and wide, covered in that silky dark fur. They slid over the curve of my back…caressed the dip of my waist…cupped the full, round curves of my ass, squeezing possessively, all while holding me like I was the most precious, breakable thing in the world. The contradiction was dizzying…and intoxicating.
“I want to taste you now,” he rumbled against my mouth, his voice a low, gravelly growl of pure desire. “I want to bury my face in your sweet little pussy and drink you down until you scream. Please let me.”
I nodded, already breathless and slick for him, but he didn’t move to take what he wanted—not yet. My monster was drawing this out—making me ache for him.
Instead, he rolled me gently beneath him, his immense weight a delicious, crushing comfort. He kissed his way down my throat, over my collarbones, and finally to my breasts. He nuzzled one and then the other, his hot breath a promise, before he sucked softly, his mouth warm and wet and perfect as he teased my nipples into hard, aching peaks. The careful, deliberate scrape of his fangs made me gasp and arch off the bed, a bolt of pure, sharp pleasure-pain shooting straight to my pussy.
“Shadow!” A deep shudder worked its way down my spine as I moaned his name. God, yes, I needed this. I need his mouth on me everywhere.
He kissed a slow, torturous trail down the soft planes of my belly, all the way to my navel, his tongue dipping inside, then lower to find my neatly trimmed patch of curls. When he reached my knees, he coaxed me toward the edge of the bed, his hands guiding my lower legs to hang down as he dropped to his knees between them.
The sight of him there—this eight-foot-tall monster of muscle and power, kneeling for me, his glowing, golden eyes fixed on my most intimate place—was enough to make my thighs tremble with desire.
“Good girl,” he praised me hoarsely. “Just open yourself for me, little witch. Open yourself and let me in.”
He pressed his face to the inside of my left thigh and inhaled deeply, a long, shuddering breath of air, as though my scent was the most intoxicating thing he’d ever known. When he looked up for a moment, his golden eyes were half-lidded with pure lust.
“You smell like heat and honey and need, little witch,” he growled, dragging his rough cheek slowly along my sensitive skin. “So sweet I can hardly stand it. My cock is so hard for you right now, it’s fucking painful.”
He did the same to the other thigh, rubbing his face against me like a cat marking its territory. Then he licked me. Just the outside of my cleft at first—slow and deliberate. The broad stroke of his warm, wet tongue made my hips jerk off the bed.