Page 97 of Shadows in Bloom

I thrash under her.

“My little bunny,” Ophelia says on a hot, sweet-tasting breathy sigh, and if I’m not mistaken, her voice is lighter—softer—than it was a moment ago.

Wrong…

Something’s wrong.

And yet, I find myself rocking up into her, chasing friction, seeking those wickedly gentle fingers. “Please,” I cry. I seethe through my teeth. “Stop teasing.”

“Shhhh,” she says in a hush against my cheek as she slips her hand back down my underwear.

My eyes fall shut as I push into her palm, begging for what I don’t have the words to ask.

“I’ve got you, pretty girl.” Rubbing me—soft at first, before growing more fervent—she praises me in between kisses to my neck. My chest. To each of my nipples. “You’re so wet for me. Such a greedy little thing.”

That’s not her voice…

But just as that thought forms, a finger shoves into me—rougher than I’m anticipating. My mouth opens on a silent gasp, eyes popping wide to find glassy pitch black orbs daggering down at me—not a drop of white to be seen. It’s made all the more terrifying by the wicked smile teasing her lips

Ophelia…

Squirming, I try to break free from her… from this girl who I’ve known forever, yet looks utterly unrecognizable right now.

This isn’t right. Something’s wrong.

But there’s no use. Her hold on me is unrelenting. It’s like trying to move a brick wall.

And my fear… it returns with a vengeance.

Shaking my head, I try to speak. Cry for help. But something streaks between us—a shadowy hand—and physically snaps my jaw shut. Covering my sealed lips.

A second finger wedges itself inside me, fucking deep into my tight channel.

And it burns, it burns…

But it also feels like heaven.

And if that isn’t the most blasphemous thought to have right now.

“Oh, how much fun I’m going to have…”

My body quakes, eyes fighting not to roll back as my hips snap up with each rough thrust of her digits.

“You’re mine now. Mine. And if anyone dares to try and take you from me,” she practically hisses, teeth bared down at me, “I’ll tear their throat out with my teeth.”

With that, Ophelia dives down, right through the shadowy hand still plastered across my mouth, capturing my bottom lip between her teeth, biting down hard enough that I taste copper. At the same time, she works some kind of magic with her hand—fucking and rubbing me just right. Just where and how I need it.

And my vision shudders.

The world spins.

Pleasure unlike anything ever imagined shoots through my veins, gathering hotly in my core.

And when I finally can’t hold it off anymore… I shatter so wholly and blissfully around her fingers, I swear I lift right off the ground.

And then nothing.

It all goes black.

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