Page 61 of Presence

A shiver courses through me as I struggle to pull away, fighting against the tendrils winding tighter around me. They grip harder, drawing me nearer to Echo until I can feel his breath warm against my neck again.

“S-stop this,” I stammer, my resolve slipping away like sand through my fingers.

I’m just a grain of sand in a sandstorm. I’m a blade of grass…

“If you tell me what I’m doing to you, then I just might,” he replies.

His words drift through the air like smoke, wrapping around me and making my head spin.

“What you’re doing…” I whisper, my voice barely audible, “you’re... making me...” My words trail off, and I bite down, trying to hold on to the last bit of resistance I have.

“Making you what?” he murmurs, his voice a dark, silky whisper that tightens around my mind like a vise.

The shadows tighten around my waist, making it hard to breathe as his tendrils slide over my skin. Warmth blooms inside me, fogging my thoughts and spreading like wildfire through my veins. My resolve melts away, and my eyes flutter shut as his presence takes over.

“Wet,” I gasp. “You’re making me wet.”

“Mm,” he muses, his breath cold on my cheek. “That’s right. You want me, don’t you, my Little Soul? You want me to devour you.”

And in that moment, I falter. The warmth in my chest spreads to my every nerve ending. It feels too good to deny.

I can’t lie to myself any longer.

As much as I am scared, I’m also impossibly turned on.

I’m falling.

“You’ll hurt me,” I say. It’s not a question, but a statement, something I say more to myself than to him. I don’t need his reply. I just know it to be true, no matter what he says. But he gives it to me anyway.

“Yes.”

“You’ll make me cry,” I continue.

“Yes.”

“You’ll feed on my fear.”

He laughs, and it echoes all around me. My chest feels tight under his grip, making it hard to breathe. And even though fear is eating me up inside, the heat rushing through my veins overpowers it all.

“Yes,” he whispers finally. “And I’ll feed on so much more than that.”

For a moment, I’m too distracted to understand. A shadow caresses my inner thigh, running along the hem of my panties teasingly. I’m in a tight white dress that gives it perfect access. Then it hits me—what else he can feed on. Sex. These past two weeks, he’s kept me coming so much I’ve been left feeling spent, like something inside me was missing.

He was feeding on me all this time.

“You want to… fuck me?” I ask, watching his black eyes, the way he runs his tongue along his teeth. He’s a creature that could kill me in seconds. I can feel his power brimming beneath my skin.

Then… why? Why keep up the charade? Why indulge in all this?

“You’re mine now,” he murmurs, the shadows whispering in his voice. “I will do whatever I want with you.”

“And if I don’t want it?”

“Oh, but you do. Look at you, dripping wet, so needy. You’ll do whatever I want,” he purrs, his cold fingers tracing the curve of my neck, sending chills down my spine. “Because you can’t help it, Little Soul. You’ve already given yourself to me. You’re just as addicted to me as I am to you.”

I hate that he’s right. My urge to fight him fades by the second. So when another shadow takes over where his hand was on my cheek, sliding down and pressing against my lips with a force I can’t resist, it slips into my mouth way too easily.

I drool. I choke. I gasp and slurp and whimper around it. A solid shadow starts fucking my mouth like it owns it.

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