Page 109 of A Bond with the Dark

“So that was weird what we did down there,” I say, taking my shower bag out as well and retrieving my toothbrush and paste.

“I thought so, too,” he says, flashing over closer to me and playing with a button on my shirt.

“What do you think that was?” I ask, slithering my arms around his neck.

“I’m not sure,” he answers, peppering the column of my neck with soft kisses.

“Can you see my thoughts a lot?” I inquire, finding it harder to concentrate as he trails kisses down the front of my shirt.

“Only when you let me,” he replies, his voice muffled under my skin.

Relief washes over me a bit when I know he can’t always read my thoughts. Some things happen in my mind I don’t want him to know about.

Not yet anyway.

As he continues to kiss me, he pulls up my shirt and kisses the newly uncovered territory, cupping one of my breasts in his strong hand.

Closing my eyes, I picture that wall of protection that I cage my thoughts within turning paper thin and fading just enough to let him in.

“Fuck me hard against the wall,” I unvoice my desire to his mind.

His mouth—that mouth that keeps me up at night—curls, his upper lip exquisitely sculpted, a little bit sensitive and a whole lot of dangerous, telling me, “Just you fucking wait to see how hard I can fuck you now.”

He flashes me to the far wall and the rush of the air is fucking indescribable as we collide with the drywall, the impact rattling the pictures hanging above it. He caresses my hardened nipple and growls in response, my clit tingling and aching for his touch. But he doesn’t oblige me, not yet. He braces his hands above my head against the wall, caging me in, his deadly mouth on mine claiming it for his own.

I chase his tongue, the strokes of it as my hands find the ripples of his arms that tower above me. I drink from his hunger and lift his shirt over his head. He pauses the kiss for a millisecond before the shirt is off and he’s back on me, devouring me with teeth and tongue. My fingers tangle in his hair as he rips my shirt off. His mouth consumes the peak of my breast into it; his fang pierces my nipple and that delicious pain eviscerates any other thoughts I have other than I want his cock inside me now.

I find that beautiful dick, hard and gorgeous and just fucking perfect as I slither my hands beneath his pants. The sound that escapes his throat causes both my nipples and clit to tingle in such a way, a symphony would blush at the vibration. His pants are gone now and I have no idea what magick he’s using, but I’m here for it. I match his energy and the temperature in the room rises.

He grabs the backs of my knees and pulls me up on him, colliding with my mouth as I interlock my legs behind him, feeling the head of him at my entrance. I arch my hips so he slides against my clit and moan in response. He nips my lower lip and I’m mindless with desire. My head falls back and I see the stars through the ceiling.

Is this his magick?

I look at him and ravenous eyes are on me, devouring my soul with one look.

“You don’t care that we’re about to fuck in your mom’s house?” I unvoice to him again.

“I’ll fuck you anywhere. Anytime. Any place. I don’t care who’s watching.”

Fuck that’s hot.

I bounce on him, wiggling so that his dick slides closer to entering me, but he flashes us to the other wall with a window facing the dark lake. I moan as he pins my hands above my head. He rocks his hips so that the back of his dick is sliding back and forth on my clit.

“Fuck me, Dom.”

His penetrating gaze collides with mine and he pushes into me with one long roll of his hips until he’s buried to the hilt within me. I cry out and muffle my scream by biting my hand and he whips my hand away.

“I don’t care who hears you, I want the gods to hear you scream my name.”

Fuck my life.

I’m already fighting the urge to cum the second his thrusts begin. Whatever power he has or he’s using must intensify the feelings of euphoria because fuck me running, this shit is almost unbearable.

I writhe on top of him against the wall, matching his thrusts, grabbing for anything to anchor me to the Earth as the entire world tilts.

“Harder.”

He moves at a pace I can’t comprehend, and I don’t know how I’m being held up anymore. His hands are everywhere.

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