Page 125 of Stroke of Shadows

“Sythe, I have to tell you something,” she said, the words ending on a moan when his thumb brushed against the damp heat between her legs.

“Sorry, Starlight. World-shattering orgasm, remember?” He grinned, pulling back, only to drop to his knees. He didn’t take her underwear off, instead hooking a finger in the fabric and pulling it to the side.

She couldn’t get anything else out, not when his tongue delved between her folds, using the flat of his tongue to give her a teasing lick. Hiking her legs up over his shoulders, he circled around her clit, his eyes glistening with mischief between her legs.

Without warning, he drew her clit into his mouth and sucked, and Harper barely caught the scream. Music pumped from the bar below, someone singing a pop song off-tone on the karaoke machine. The noise alone wouldn’t be enough to hide her cries, not when Sythe seemed to be taking his time, drawing out her pleasure until she was a quivering mess.

“Delicious,” he muttered, circling her clit. He dived back in, adding a finger. “And so fucking wet for me.”

Harper moaned, having to tangle her hands in his dishevelled hair as he devoured her. He groaned against her pussy, the vibration along with his talented tongue enough to push her to the very edge. He just knew exactly what pressure to use, his finger pumping at the perfect angle to hit that spot inside her that had her seeing stars. She was so close, she just needed…

Sythe pulled back, his smirk causing her stomach to flutter. “You were saying, Starlight?”

Harper’s mouth opened on a gasp, her orgasm so close. “Sythe!”

He shrugged, his tongue coming out to lick his lips. His face glistened, and Harper couldn’t help but burst into laughter. She didn’t know why she waited, not when all she’d ever wanted was him.

“I love you,” she said, and she swore his breath hitched.

“Say it again.”

Harper smiled. “I love—”

Sythe caught the words with his mouth, his taste tangy with her arousal.

“I need you,” she whispered against his lips, her pussy aching to be stretched.

“Well,” he chuckled. “Because you asked so nicely.”

Harper gasped as he pressed the tip of his cock at her entrance, slowly stretching until she was impossibly full. Sythe moaned, just holding himself taut while she adjusted to his size.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, pulling back his hips slightly, only to slowly ease back inside. “Use that filthy mouth of yours.”

Harper blushed, and Sythe kissed at her heated cheeks. “Take me.” He’d been teaching her new words, ones that didn’t come naturally to her vocabulary.

Sythe smirked, his hips starting to move. “I think you can do better than that, Starlight.”

Each thrust set her blood on fire, the pleasure building to the point she could barely think. His finger circled her clit, his teeth nibbling along her shoulder.

“Please,” she begged, her pussy clenching. “Fuck me.”

Sythe groaned, his hands digging into her butt as he pulled her from the table with her legs wrapped around his hips. “Good girl.” Her back hit a wall, the cold not registering against the intense heat between them. Her dress was caught high on her waist, and it was something she’d purposely worn for this exact situation.

There was no longer any security looking over her shoulder.

There were no expectations on how she should behave.

So if she wanted to enjoy her mate, in public or alone, she would.

Sythe stole her lips, her hands pulling at his hair as he took her against the wall. She drowned out the surrounding sounds, only the slap of flesh on flesh and their panting breaths able to break through her dazed mind. His thumb found her clit once more, teasing a circle before finally adding the pressure she needed. Her orgasm shot through her like a storm, bowing her back and stiffening her muscles as wave after wave of sensation shot through her body. Sythe stroked her through it, his thumb drawing out the pleasure until he came with a quiet curse.

“Fuck, I love you too, Starlight.”

He rested his forehead against hers, her body loose-limbed and impossibly sated. Gently pulling himself from her body, he set her back on her feet, pulling her underwear back in place before making sure her dress covered everything.

“So, I know you wanted to do this properly,” she said, her nerves mounting despite what they’d just done. “But I have something important to ask.”

“Ooookay,” Sythe said, his smile infectious. “What do you need?”

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