Page 96 of Night of Death and Flowers

He holds one hand over the curve of my back, then slips the other lower. My breath hitches as he hikes the skirt of my dress up, his fingers caressing the inside of my thighs. He lets out a tense, shaky exhale and my thighs fall apart under his touch.

I press myself against his thick cock bulging under his pants. “Lower,” I plead in a quivering breath, as he traces the contours of my inner thighs.

His fingertips tease over my flushed and swollen opening. His eyelids flutter to a close, his lips falling apart as he meets the slickness building.

I gasp as his shadows shred my dress into ribbons with each needy whip.

His palm presses against the rest of my sensitive expanse, as he circles two fingers over my throbbing clit in a deliberate, building rhythm. Tingles shoot through my chest, palpitating my heart.

His fingers pulse dark magic with each glide, leaving me dangling on the precipice of oblivion. I moan into his chest, and my fingers dig into his waist.

I bite my bottom lip as heat emanates from his hands as he pulls away. A spiral of shadow spreads my folds, then thrusts into me until I am filled with his darkness.

Rising moans hum in my throat as he brings me to the edge. Shadows snake over my body in threads, devouring every inch of exposed skin, then coil over my breasts. I barely gasp when the inky ribbons pinch my nipples, coaxing a whimper from me.

I chase the high as his shadow engorges inside of me, the others working my breasts in a symphony of pleasurable touches until I reach a crescendo of undiluted bliss and the pressure mounts to unbearable heights. “Please, don’t stop,” I whisper as he slows.

He smirks down at me. “You beg so pretty, Poison.”

I ache for release as surges of intoxicating pleasure sear through my veins, my hips matching every one of his shadow’s brutal thrusts.

“Come for me, Calista.”

His words shove me over the cliff of ecstasy.

My stomach knots as my climax sizzles from the tips of my toes to the apex of my thighs, and I’m biting his shoulder, barely able to quench the quaking moan.

Tension unknots as he winds me into an ecstasy that fogs my mind. He quickens the pace of his fingers, circling my clit as he tugs the last shreds of my orgasm from me until my eyes roll into the back of my head.

His hands palm the curve of my ass, as I anchor my arms around his neck. He lifts me with ease, and I wrap my legs around his hips. My mind spins momentarily as the blood rushes back into my brain from the sudden vertical shift.

The air rushes from my lungs as my back meets the solid trunk of an ash war tree. Shocks of pleasure ripple through my stomach as his solid, cock presses up against me.

Shadows tendril down his pants, tearing them from him, revealing his toned thighs and defined muscles, down to two V-lines at the bottom of his abdomen.

He’s so fucking handsome.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he says against my skin, as he presses kisses against my neck in between words. “Even if you don’t mean it.”

Sadness aches in my chest as my heart jolts at the thought. As he divulges the vigor of his possessive need. “I’m yours,” I whisper, because at this moment, at least, I am.

His mouth meets the swell of my breast, his tongue blazing heat over my peaked nipple. I grip his hair tightly in my fist as he breathes hot air against my skin, then gently sucks.

Every move is desperate. Each guttural grunt and feverish touch heightening me to a pleasure I didn’t think was possible.

A fiery sensation creeps through my chest, each tug of his teeth against my nipple pricking sparks through my body.

My legs hook tighter around his hips, guiding him closer, and he moves his mouth back to mine, consuming me with a kiss.

Our mouths separate as I press a hand against his chest. My lips part when I look at him with hooded eyes, a carnal need sharpening his features. My thighs clench as desire continues to burn me alive. I need him inside of me now.

I glance down at the gap between us as he thrusts his hips back, and I gasp upon seeing the pre-cum coating the head of his thick cock, long, blue veins throbbing around the shaft.

I drag my tongue over my lips, and my eyes widen as his taut length twitches, so engorged I wonder how I will be able to take all of him.

Pre-cum drips from the head as he eases inside of me, pushing himself deeper inch by inch, and my eyes flutter close as he emits a guttural groan, filling me entirely.

His gaze locks onto mine, the restraint in his eyes snapping as he pounds me against the tree trunk.

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