Page 77 of Every Shade of Shadow

"The spell," I gasp when he releases my mouth to trail hot kisses down my neck. "We are—”

I stop talking halfway through my sentence, my hands not making contact with the hard surface of the floor. I hadn’t even realized we’ve lifted from the floor completely, floating in the air.

Levitating a grape or a book—that’s not exactly taxing, but human beings? That takes some serious energy. But I feel limitless, an iceberg of power hiding under the surface. It’s dark, yes, dangerous, but it’s there.

"The spell can wait." He closes his teeth over the delicate skin above my collarbone and sucks, the warmth from his mouth washing over my skin. Feeling the hard suction on my body, I know he’s going to leave a mark. “I need to be inside you. Right now.”

My cheeks burn at his words, an inferno, but I can't deny my own need. I wrap my legs around his waist, trembling in expectation.

With a muttered curse, he lines himself up and slides into me in one smooth stroke. The sensation steals my breath, the delicious stretch and burn as I take him deep. I cry out, nails digging into his back, clinging to him as he begins to move.

"Still so tight," he grits out, bracing his hands on either side of my head. "So wet for me. I can feel how much you want this, my pet, how much you crave my cock."

It’s strange, floating like this. It’s almost like treading water.

My hair hangs freely, skimming the floor.

"Yes," I moan, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. The coil of pleasure in my core winds tighter, overwhelming in its intensity.

His lips find mine again, tongue delving deep inside my mouth just like his cock in my pussy. His balls butt up against my ass cheeks as he shifts all the way in. My eyes open wide at the sensation of his massive manhood in my depths. I revel in the delicious penetration, using my feet to stroke his hips. His glutes flex underneath them, his groin hitting my clit again and again. God, this friction… This deliberate, continuous grind is driving me crazy. I stare up into his eyes, my breath coming out in rasps and pants. He tips his head back, sliding in and out with ease.

Fuck. I’m too close already, feet kicking out into the air.

He reaches forward, fingers gripping my throat and adding pressure, choking me of vital oxygen.

I gag as the pressure increases, my vision turning into a wash of pinpricks.

He squeezes harder still, and my throat is but nothing in his grip—paper.

I can’t breathe. I can barely see, but when he finally releases his fingers, the ecstasy that follows is extraordinary.

Stars burst behind my eyes as my climax crashes over me. I shudder underneath him, my Wolf, his muscled back twitching in my palms.

Gravity seems to falter when he moves against me, unnatural forces pressing at my body.

The shadows are there. They creep from their hidey holes now, swimming around inside me.

They’re curious.

With a few more rough strokes, Darkwood follows me over the edge. There’s a hot rush of seed inside me. I cling to him as we ride out the aftershocks together, his heart a mallet against my chest.

We’ve floated higher, only a few feet from the roof now.

When our breathing returns to normal, the Professor lifts his head to look down at me. His eyes are heavy-lidded, a slight smile curving his lips. I can't help but smile back, savoring the connection between us. It’s there—I know it is. I may not have the experience he does, but surely this is more than a sating for him. It has to be.

Our bodies are still joined, my legs wrapped around his waist as we float there in the air. I trace the lines of muscle in his back with feather-light touches, savoring the feeling of his skin against mine.

I run a curious finger across his neck, across his tattoos, but they still mean nothing to me. There are some patterns I’ve seen in Gran’s grimoire, but here they’re distorted and foreign. Alien.

He nuzzles my neck, planting soft kisses along my throat until his lips rest against my jugular. "Do you feel your power growing?”

“Yes,” I say on the exhale.

“Another round then, for good measure."

Heat gathers low in my belly at his words. I tighten my legs around him, urging him deeper, because fuck it, why not?

He groans against my skin, hips rocking forward. He begins to move again, slow and deep.

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