Page 62 of Presence

That’s when I taste it—the rose petal. The whole shadow has that flavor—like moonlight mixed with a rose. The last time I felt this, it set my body on fire. It made me want Echo more than I thought possible, driving me crazy with desire.

And now, it’s happening again.

“You said you’d stop,” I stammer as the pressure eases off my mouth for a moment. But then, it slithers around—coiling over my tongue, grazing my teeth, slipping under my lips, caressing my gums. The taste spreads, consuming every corner.

“No, Clarity,” Echo purrs, a smile in their voice. “I said I just might.”

Other shadows tease and coax me, caressing my thighs until I moan. I want to resist, but my limbs are heavy, and my mind is fogged with pleasure. My lips tremble as I try to form a response.

Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Liar, I scream at Echo in my mind. I know he’ll hear me. You’re a fucking liar.

He just laughs.

“I’m a demon, baby,” he replies, tilting his head unnaturally, his eyes wide and fixed on the shadow plunging into my mouth. “That’s what we do.”

Tears fill my eyes. I don’t want to cry, but the way he strokes my tongue deep in my throat makes them water. He’s toying with my reactions, wanting to make me gag around him, wanting to see me struggle for breath.

“That’s right. Suffocate for me, Little Soul.” One tendril squeezes my chest too tightly while another travels to my throat. Air… I need air. “Be a good girl for me.”

My mind spins, caught between the pleasure burning through my veins and the panic gripping my chest. Echo watches me intently, his smile twisted with dark satisfaction.

“Struggle for me,” he murmurs, his voice like a caress of ice. “I want to feel you fight.”

It’s too much. It’s all too much. I am breaking. I can’t take it anymore…

And then, just when I feel like I might pass out, his shadow slips my panties to the side and rubs against my clit. The shock is so intense it feels like it’s the only thing that keeps me conscious.

My vision narrows, darkness creeping in at the edges. My body is aflame, every nerve alight. I moan around the shadow, my body writhing in his grasp as I try to draw a breath. The air wheezes past my throat slowly, forcefully. It’s not enough.

He keeps rubbing me, slicking between my wet folds and teasing my opening before flicking my clit again. It’s torture, but also… it’s bliss.

This thought invades my mind.

Bliss, bliss, bliss, bliss, bliss…

“If it’s bliss, then I want to hear you beg for more, Little Soul,” Echo whispers among it. The shadow loosens in my throat, retreating just far enough for me to take my first full breath. Then, all wet and slick, it uncurls from my lips slowly, sliding out of my mouth. “Beg.”

I’m panting and trembling, fear and lust mixing in my veins like they are the only things I’m made of.

Beg for more.

My voice falters, barely above a broken whisper.

“Please,” I murmur, the word shattered.

His smile widens, smile widens, a flicker of triumph in his eyes. His shadow starts vibrating against my clit, a sick reward.

What is… what is happening to me?!

“Louder, my Little Soul. I want to hear you.”

How can I resist this? It’s impossible. I wanted nothing more than to be with his every minute of my dream life. I wanted him so much that it hurt, and now those feelings still burn inside me. They fight with my rational mind.

I’m a lost cause.

“Please,” I gasp, my voice trembling. “More.”

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