Page 120 of Down from the Tower

“The glass is blown by fairies,” he tells me, dragging random pieces of wood into a pile. After watching him do this a couple times, I’ve learned that if you pour the pixie dust on something that isn’t living, and it’s flammable, it will catch fire no matter what.

Falling back on my backside, I watch him work. Everything in me wants to give into exhaustion, my eyes so heavy they hurt, but I know I won’t be able to fall asleep.

We’re alive. By all right we should be dead.

When the fire is gently going, I slide over to him and rest my head on his shoulder. I don’t know what’s coming next, but for the first time in my life I know that come what may, I’ll never be alone.

Zarev chose me, and I’m choosing him. Come hell or heaven, we have each other.

Exhaustion drags me under not long after he builds a fire. I think he pulled the seeing stone from his cloak and spoke with Raymundo, but that might be part of my dream.

Ghostly touches stir me awake, and instead of trying to close my thighs at the intrusion I part them wider, the familiar, teasing touch of shadows climbing my thighs as I fight the grogginess.

After almost losing Zarev a few times in the last several hours, I desperately want to feel connected to him.

Cracking my eyes open, the star-filled sky illuminates his dark hair and red-orange eyes, his body tilted above mine as the shadows play. He’s lost his cloak, and even in the low light of the fire I can tell he’s missing his shirt too.

I reach up, trailing my fingers across his skin. He’s as real as I am, and I refuse to let him go. He leans down, ghosting his lips over mine as lightly as the shadows touch me, and that just won’t do.

Gripping his arms, I drag him down to me, his body slamming into mine with that pleasant, familiar weight. He growls, deepening our kiss, and I wrap my arms and legs around him to keep him against me.

His kisses turn to nips, and I’m reminded of the wolfish side I’m still getting acquainted with. Turning his head, he bites down hard on my neck, and I moan into the night as he pulses his hips against me.

“You look so good in the starlight,” he grunts, and the shadowy hands push up beneath the tattered dress, pressing against my dripping core as he teases. I am so ready for him to touch me, his teasing driving me mad. “And you’ll look better coming on my cock.”

I grin beneath him, dragging my nails down his torso. They are broken from the last few days, leaving faint lines on his skin. “And you’ll look better coming inside me.”

He flashes me a grin before the shadows push up and I feel the shadows form fingers that plunge deep inside of me.

I cry out, but he lifts a hand, and shadows envelop my face like a dark mask. I gasp, the sound disappearing as the shadows swallow them.

His hands are all over me, ripping the front of my dress to tease my nipples. I shake beneath him, thinking of all the ways he can use me if I can’t see. I want him to shut off my brain and let me think about nothing but pure sex for a while.

His weight shifts, and the shadowy pressure grabs both of my arms before they are pinned over my head. His real hands disappear for a moment as well, and I whimper at the loss.

Then the shadows open, just for my mouth, and the thick head of his cock presses against my lips. “Open for me, little Life.”

I moan at the nickname, something about it making my insides twist pleasantly. It’s not Princess or Golden Girl or anything else I’ve ever heard before. It’s something that only Zarev can call me, because he’s the only one who knows how much I can really control.

His cock pushes to the back of my throat in one hard thrust, and I realize he’s kneeling at my shoulders, his hands reaching through the dark to grip my hair. My nails find his thighs, digging into the skin, and he grunts as he pumps into my mouth.

His shadow fingers continue to play with my pussy, another teasing my ass. I can think of all the ways I want him to touch me tonight, but all I can do right now is lie back and take it as he fucks deep into my mouth, making me choke around him.

“Such a good girl,” he grunts, his pace punishing as he keeps me pressed to the ground. I wish I could see something, but not knowing his next move heightens my senses.

His shadows pull out of me to spread my pussy lips wide, and then he’s entering me again. I gasp and whimper at the intrusion, trying to lift my weight and seek more from him. IT’s shadows, so there’s no end. He can fuck into me as deeply as he wants.

“Be good and sloppy, Princess,” he growls, making me choke again. “You want me nice and wet when I take your ass too.”

My body tenses for a moment at the thought, realizing this is going to be painful, but his shadows continue to fuck into me, pulling and teasing my nipples until they are oversensitive, and the worries fall away.

He can take care of me as well as he can punish me. And right now I need to feel something real.

Lifting my head a bit, I try to match his thrusts, but it just sends my head flying back into the dirt. The shadows must cushion my blow, and I feel his real hand slide from my hair down to my nose, pinching my airway closed.

I shudder beneath him, the shadows picking up speed at every hole, and one is edging into my ass too. I don’t know which way to shake, and every thrust enters as he pulls back in a different hole, so I’m never empty for a whole second.

It’s overwhelming. Overpowering. I come with a violent scream, one he dissipates the shadows just to hear.

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