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)
It was the command I needed—the permission my body was begging for.
The coil inside me snapped and pleasure didn’t just wash over me—it detonated like a bomb. A raw, blinding, white-hot wave of ecstasy slammed into me, so intense and all-consuming that a guttural scream was torn from my throat.
“Shadow!”
For a moment, my vision grayed out. My hips bucked wildly, uncontrollably, against his mouth as the orgasm ripped through me, pleasure wracking my body. I felt my inner muscles clench around nothing, desperate to be filled, even as the shocks of pleasure radiated out from my pussy to the very tips of my fingers and toes.
Shadow held me through it, his mouth gentle now, lapping tenderly, prolonging the exquisite torture until I was nearly sobbing with the intense sensations.
He didn’t stop until the very last tremor had subsided…until I lay boneless and panting against the mattress, my grip on his horns having gone slack at last. Had I thought the orgasm he gave me last night was good? Well, it was nothing to what he’d just done to me with his mouth.
“God…” I panted, finding my words at last. “You…you’re really good at that!”
He finally lifted his head, his mouth glistening with my juices, his eyes burning with a fierce, possessive pride.
“I’m glad you liked it, little witch. Because I loved tasting you—I’m going to want to do it again and again.”
He crawled up my body, his weight a comforting blanket, and kissed me deeply, letting me taste my own secret flavor on his tongue. I kissed him back eagerly, wondering why I tasted so good on his mouth. But it didn’t matter why—what mattered was being with my monster, here and now, wrapped in his arms.
I collapsed against him, a limp, satisfied mess, and I didn’t even try to stop the slow, dazed, blissful smile that spread across my face.
No one has ever made me feel like this before. No one has ever wanted me, all of me, like this.
Shadow made me feel beautiful…perfect…wanted.
And I never wanted the feeling to end.
29
SHADOW
She tasted like warm honey and female desire—sweet, heady, and addictive. It was a flavor I would have gladly drowned in—the flavor I’d been starving for my entire long, dark existence.
I had never experienced anything like the feeling of Danni trembling beneath my tongue—her thighs quivering against my shoulders, her heels digging into my back as if she was trying to pull me deeper inside her, her breath hitching in those helpless, broken little moans I was quickly learning to crave more than air.
Her soft, curvy body was a banquet I wanted to feast on forever—a landscape of pure pleasure I was only just beginning to map. Every inch of her was sacred to me, every breath she gave, a gift. I wanted to worship her with my mouth until the end of time, until my tongue was raw and her name was the only prayer left in the world.
And Gods, I did worship her.
The way her scent swelled as her pleasure built—that intoxicating aroma of pure, desperate arousal…the way her lush thighs tightened around my head, trapping me in her heat, a willing prisoner…the way her fingers curled around my horns and pulled—a sharp, possessive demand when she couldn’t take it anymore—I wanted it all. I wanted to bury myself in her until she knew in her bones that I belonged to her. That I existed for the sole purpose of making her fall apart in my arms.
I climbed into bed beside her and pulled her close to me.
“Again,” I murmured in her ear. “Let me taste you again, Danni—one more time.”
She shifted against me, her eyes going wide.
“Really? You like it that much?”
“I fucking love it,” I growled, stroking her hair. “I’ve been waiting for so many years—once isn’t enough for me. I need more of you.”
“Well…all right.” Her cheeks were pink again with embarrassed pleasure. “If you really want to do it that much…”
“I do,” I assured her. “But this time, why don’t we try something different?”
“Something different?” She arched an eyebrow at me, looking confused. “How do you want to—”
“Like this,” I said. Reaching for her, I took her by the waist and lifted her.
“Oh, Shadow! What—? She began but then I settled her so that she was straddling my face. Looking up between her legs, I met her eyes.
“Like this, little witch. Ride my tongue while I taste you.”
“Oh, I don’t…ohhhhh.”
Her uncertain protest ended in a moan as I began lapping her again—long, slow strokes of my tongue from the tight entrance of her honey well, all the way up to the tight, throbbing pearl of her clit. She tasted so fucking good! I groaned into her cunt, the vibration making her jolt, the sound muffled by her flesh.
“So perfect,” I growled, my voice ragged with desire—my cock throbbing between my thighs. “This pretty little pussy was made for my mouth. You’re dripping all over my face, little witch. Do you have any idea what that does to me?”