Page 100 of Stroke of Shadows

Harper’s back bowed, her finger slipping, only to be replaced with his. Sythe’s tongue pressed and teased, circling her clit before giving it a strong suck.

“Please!” she begged, legs pinned over his shoulders as he ate her like his last meal. His stubble scratched her inner thighs, the sensation making her clit throb. “Sythe, I need…”

He added a second finger, stretching her deliciously while curling them to a spot inside that had her seeing stars. His tongue continued its assault, licking and sucking at different pressures until she was nothing but a moaning mess. He learned quickly what she preferred, and not long after, her thighs clamped around his head, legs trembling as she finally split into a million pieces.

“That’s it, darling. Come all over my tongue,” he said, and she swore butterflies fluttered. He sat back with a gloating smirk, his dimple on full display and her arousal glistening across his face.

Harper couldn’t help but laugh, louder when Sythe pulled her further down the sofa and she let out a surprised yelp.

“You shouldn’t laugh at a guy with his cock out, Starlight.” He hooked her leg over his hip, nudging her entrance. “Might give him a complex.”

Harper gasped at the end of her giggle, his thick head teasing her. “Don’t worry,” she chuckled. “I can assure you it’s perfectly fine.”

“Perfectly fine?” He pressed forward, and she sucked in a groan. “I’ll have you know my cock’s fucking magnificent.”

Harper smiled, even as her core pulsed, pussy aching. “Please, Sythe!” Her clit was so swollen, she was sure a single touch would set her off again.

“Only because you said ‘please.’”

She loved his playfulness, at how easily he smiled.

“Watch me stretch you.” He flexed his hips, stopping when her eyes snapped closed to savour the feeling. A tug on her nipple, the shock of pain forcing her eyes back on his. “What did I just say?”

Harper’s breathing was more of a pant at this point, Sythe’s cock glistening as he thrust forward, disappearing inside her. It was one of the most erotic sights she’s ever seen, and she was suddenly unable to look away.

“Good girl.”

The praise washed over her, a moan escaping her lips as his hips moved with purpose.

“Fuck,” Sythe hissed, throwing his head back to expose the strong column of his throat. His abs tensed with every thrust, his body better than any sculpture or painting she’d studied over the years.

Without stopping his thrusts, he lifted both her legs over his shoulders and Harper gasped, his cock reaching deeper inside her.

“Look how well you take me, Starlight.”

A spike of pleasure drew her back to the moment, his finger brushing against her clit to tear a cry from her throat. “Sythe!”

“That’s it, darling.” The lines beneath his tattooed roses pulsating with a warm glow. He no longer hid when his irises swirled, holding her gaze with eyes of liquid silver. She should be scared, especially when she was confident those eyes didn’t belong to Sythe. Something else watched her from them, and her clit throbbed at the clear possession.

Her pussy clenched, and he let out a strangled moan.

“Mine.”

She couldn’t speak, the breath from her lungs knocked out with every thrust. The sofa squeaked beneath them, along with the slap of flesh on flesh and husky moans. It was the most erotic symphony, and when he brushed his thumb against her clit once more, she finally screamed. Her second orgasm was a violent storm that had her splintering apart, her body convulsing as pleasure surged. Sythe gave one more thrust, burying himself as deep as he could go before he groaned out his own release, coming in a burst inside her.

Sythe kissed her shoulder, his stubble scratching against her bare skin. She wasn’t sure how long it had been until their breaths had calmed and pulses had settled. Sythe had moved them so he was at the bottom, with Harper crushed against his side, half draped across his chest. She’d never felt so… content. Safe.

It was a moment of peace before the ensuing chaos.

“Your eyes changed,” she said, using her nails to trace the intricate lines across his chest. They reacted at her touch, glowing for a brief second before fading.

It was mesmerising, the strange runes glowing even beneath the ink of the roses and thorns. He sat so still for her, this powerful man content for her to explore his body at her leisure. She guessed it was an act of trust, being able to see him in such a vulnerable state.

Looking up, she found him watching her, and with a blink the caramel shifted to silver. And they were just as fascinating as they were beautiful.

“When I was a kid, my father and I were attacked by extremists.” His voice had deepened, ending in a slight rumble. “The Church of the Light blew up the house we lived in, setting it alight.”

Harper’s fingers continued to brush down his chest. “Your arm?” Sythe had hooked his right arm on the back of the sofa, keeping it away from their joint body heat.

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