Page 78 of Every Shade of Shadow

I thought he might start to lose his erection, but it’s right there—raging hard. My pleasure builds once more with each thrust of his hips.

It’s an odd sensation moving in the air without gravity to anchor your movements. It’s like swimming without water, like being submerged. Everything is easier, less labored. For all intents and purposes, we’re fucking on a cloud.

His seed mixes with my arousal, a hot slurry of desire his cock stirs with each thrust.

“You’re such a good little slut, aren’t you, my pet,” he drones.

I dig my nails into his shoulders, clinging to him as he picks up the pace. The ecstasy swims with the shadows inside me. They wind and twist, bringing me higher.

Our magic thrums in the air around us, shadows flickering across the walls. The now-familiar tingle spreads over my skin as we lift higher into the air, hovering a good six or so feet from the ground, the top of the Professor’s head almost skimming the roof.

He drives deeper still, to the very end of my slippery cunt. I cry out, nerves alight with sensation—the fourth of fucking July. He swallows the sounds with a bruising kiss, tongue delving between my lips.

His scar, rough, teases my skin. I feel it across my cheek.

The pleasure cresting inside me is almost too much to bear.

The shadows thrash like piranhas inside me, hungry. All they want to do is devour and grow.

Do I let them?

I break the kiss, gasping for breath. "Damien, I can't—"

It’s the first time I’ve used his actual name, but he doesn’t scold me for it.

"You will," he growls, hips pistoning forward, the weighty shift of his balls against my ass below. This new gravity works on them, too. "Come for me, Ana. Come over my cock."

His words send me tumbling over the edge. My second release crashes over me, ripping a strangled cry from my throat.

He follows soon after, burying himself to the hilt as he spills inside me again. We cling to each other, floating in the eye of the storm as tremors wrack our bodies.

The magic dissipates and we slowly float back towards the floor. It sparks out in my extremities, a fire extinguished but that ashen taste in my mouth remains.

He collapses on top of me, my ass tapping the floor before lifting again.

I run my fingers through his hair, savoring the sudden warmth and closeness. It’s like one more barrier between us has been removed, that this is almost close to true intimacy. I let my mind go blank as deep satisfaction sets in.

We have crossed into uncharted territory together.

Student. Teacher.

Lovers.

I let my hands glide over his back. There his flesh is a battlefield of ink and scarring and pitted marks. I hate to think what horrors created them.

I gasp as he pulls out, a rush of wetness following. We lie there panting, still suspended inches from the ground by remnants of magic.

His eyes meet mine, pupils blown wide. "Did I hurt you?"

I’m not sure I heard him right.

Is this actual concern?

I shake my head, a smile tugging at my lips. "No. That was..." I trail off, unable to find the words.

Incredible.

Implausible.

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