Page 125 of Every Shade of Shadow

“This will feel unusual. Wrong, perhaps. Relax. Do not fight it.”

I soon understand why.

He waves his hands, chanting the incantation.

My body flushes cold in an instant. Then, before I can protest, I sense heatwaves shifting through me. And, as if this rapid shift in temperature isn’t shocking enough, I lose all sensation. I can’t feel a thing. I can’t move my arms or legs.

I try to, but I can't. I try again, but it’s clear: he’s petrified me.

I think of Cassandra watching on, the terror in her eyes—the helplessness.

That same fear wells up inside me, a spring, but I remember Damien’s words and temper myself.

Trust him, says the voice of reason in my head.

Still, it’s not easy losing all natural function in your body. It’s not easy knowing you’re utterly helpless.

I'm completely at his mercy, unable to resist whatever he chooses to do with my body.

"Do not be afraid," he croons, cupping my cheek. "Your power will grow more than you can imagine tonight."

I hold onto the promise in his words, knowing in my heart they are not empty.

His hands move lower. I watch his fingers gliding over my breasts in a slow, sensual manner. They tease my nipples, his thumbs pushing into them. I hiss internally, the sound echoing in my mind. Waves of need roll down my thighs. A familiar hunger spreads across my insides. A hunger that has his name written all over it.

"So responsive, even in your immobility," he says, his rich voice cutting the silence. He slides his hand between my legs, fingers circling my clit. "Tonight, I will make you come until you pass out, witchling. The shadows,” he continues, licking his lower lip as he stares down at my pussy, “how they do delight in this.”

I sense his weight on the bed. The mattress sags as he crawls over towards me. I whimper at the feel of his mouth against the tender folds of my pussy, his tongue brushing over my clit. A second, upward swipe tests my patience. God, I want to toss my head back and savor his lust, to lose myself in his skill. Instead, I scream soundlessly, unable to move, torn between ecstasy and fear.

Damien doesn’t make this any easier on me. He feasts on my pussy, his tongue sliding down my slit and getting a proper taste of my desire. He rolls it back into his mouth, laying a trail of hot kisses down my cleft. His upper lip bumps into my clit over and over again. His fingers circle my cunt, his teeth grazing my clit. One index finger slips through my folds, curling upwards in a come-hither motion.

My mind whites out from the intensity of sensation. Once again, I wish I could move as his tongue parts my folds, penetrating me in one long, delicious stroke.

The tip of his tongue moves out, a fleshly explorer, probing into the heat and desire that’s pooled fast between my legs. I want to place my hands on the top of his head, grab fistfuls of hair and pull him towards me, urge him deeper, but I remain paralyzed.

I moan internally when his tongue sweeps down and burrows deeper, his rough fingers holding me open. The shadows rush to join him, to increase the torture.

I’m self-conscious of how I am down there, how wet I am, but I know he doesn’t care. His mouth moves over my mound as he laps higher in long, flat strokes against my clit, rubbing the tip of his tongue back and forth over the swollen bud. The opposite motion sets my nerves ablaze. Unfortunately, it also intensifies the mix of frustration and anger building within me.

I am being worshipped. There’s no other way for me to describe this. Damien is eating me out, his grunts attesting to his own pleasure. There’s no sense of urgency in his moves whatsoever. More desire pools in my core as orgasm approaches. A sudden spark of lightning later and I come, juices rushing over his tongue.

This orgasm seems endless, my unrelenting lover living up to his reputation. He doesn't stop. He knows how sensitive my clit is, instead working around it. His tongue and fingers are pushing me higher. I want to scream in ecstasy, but I can’t.

Finally, he pulls away, hovering above me and wiping his mouth. "How tasty you are, my pet."

The bed shifts below me, a transfer of weight.

It’s so strange being immobilized like this, so completely powerless.

The head of his cock nudges at my entrance. He slides in, ever so slowly. The swollen head of his cock disappears inside of me and withdraws. One more push sends him more than halfway in. I whimper internally, trying to arch into him. Again, this is hopeless. I’m still frozen.

"Patience," he croons. "We have all night."

He pushes in another inch, then draws back out. My cunt flutters around him, desperate for more, desperate for all of him, but he denies me. I want him to fill me. To show me how much he wants to conquer my body one more time, but he’s resisting. He repeats this leisurely pace, sliding in and out. He’s toying with me, prolonging my agony.

"Please," I beg in my mind. "Please fuck me."

"Not yet." A sly smile plays on his lips as he continues his sensual torture. "You will come again and again on my cock before I give you your ultimate release."

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