Page 80 of Every Shade of Shadow

I whimper, equal parts arousal and frustration swirling inside me. "Please."

"Please what?" He rolls his hips, the tip of his cock nudging my entrance. "Tell me what you want, Annabelle."

I can’t believe we’re doing this again, but around him I’m insatiable—a slave.

"You," I gasp out. "I want you, inside me."

"Not yet." He slides a hand between my legs, fingers circling my clit in a feather-light caress. It’s sticky with our arousal. "First, I want to see you come undone with my name on your lips."

I rock back into his touch, chasing the building pleasure. He adds more pressure, rubbing tight circles designed to drive me to the edge of sanity.

The tension coiling inside me snaps and I shatter with a sob, his name falling from my lips like a benediction.

He curses under his breath, the sound harsh and guttural. Before I have time to catch my breath, he surges forward, burying himself inside me.

I cry out at the sudden invasion, inner walls still contracting from my release. He pauses for a moment, hands clenching my hips as he struggles for control.

"Too much?" His question is strained, or is it more of a tease, a jest? He knows he could split me in half if he wanted to, crush my very bones with his bare hands—hands that have killed who knows how many.

I shake my head, desire overruling any discomfort. "No, don't stop. Please, I need..."

“Crescere Magicae,” he whispers, and I swear his cock thickens and grows inside me, stretching me out.

It’s like he can hear my thoughts, like he’s right there in my head.

With a growl, he starts moving, hard thrusts that stoke the embers of my arousal back to an inferno. Our harsh breaths and the slap of flesh echo through the room, a lewd chorus to our fevered coupling.

There cannot be a single inch inside me that isn’t filled. I’m stretched completely around the sluicing shaft of his cock, stretched to the breaking point.

His fingers dig into my hips as his pace turns brutal. I brace myself against the onslaught, savoring every pounding from him.

I gasp as he swats my rump, the sting lingering.

He reaches forward and fists my hair, pulling my head back until my scalp burns and I have to grit my teeth to ward off screaming.

“See how the shadows swarm,” he says, a haunted whisper. “Fucking you thrice. Three—the perfect number, a welcome number. This will please them, draw in more power.”

He’s right. I do feel the power building, that metallic, ashen taste building in my mouth that seems to warrant their presence.

I can’t believe he’s still hard. There’s no Viagra spell—not that it stops many a young wizard from turning their dicks to stone trying.

But Darkwood’s member needs no such magic. His cock is so thick, so fucking big it feels like it will rip right through my insides if given the chance.

I’m stretched completely around his him, taking every bit of him into my hungry cunt.

Such is the intensity of the orgasm that follows my vision burns hot white around the edges. Whatever leaves me drenches his entire shaft, dribbling down his balls.

My mouth is locked open, unable to close.

He shouts my name and follows me in climax, yet more warmth flooding my core as he empties what’s left of himself inside me.

We collapse in a tangled heap, chests heaving as we struggle to catch our breath. I roll and surrender to the sweetness of the afterglow, clinging to his shoulders. My fingers slip across their hard, marble surface. The floor is wet against my back as he gathers me close.

"I warned you it would get harder," he rasps, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "But you continue to surprise me, witchling."

I smile, sated beyond words. "I aim to please, Professor."

But that’s all. I keep silent and snuggle closer. I won’t ruin this intimacy by opening my mouth anymore.

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