Page 94 of A Study of Blood and Ichor

I felt like little more than prey as he toyed with me.

The next whisper that brushed against my ears elicited a shiver from my body. “Touch yourself for me, mellilla.”

Vain had seen all of me already, but still I shied away on instinct, attempting to cover myself with my hands.

“Ah, ah,” he tutted. “No hiding from me. I want to see everything. It’s all mine.”

The encouraging caress of a shadow curled across the underside of my breasts, then flicked out over my nipples, which had already hardened into firm peaks.

“Touch there.”

My hands wavered before I cupped my breasts and rolled my nipples between my fingers. I shut my eyes and breathed in and out, slow and heavy as I let the darkness guide me.

“Good,” Vain purred.

Another shadow trailed down my abdomen before settling at the apex between my thighs. I dragged in a shaky breath, trying to hold back a moan from escaping past my lips.

“Here,” he instructed.

This time I didn’t hesitate. I kept one hand cupped on my breast while the other moved to rest against my aching clit.

“I want you to show me how you like it.” Even in the pitch-black, I could hear his wicked grin in every syllable as he spoke.

The shadows gathered at my back like a gentle embrace, and I settled into them, allowing them to sweep me off my feet so that I laid on top of them as I touched myself for Vain.

The air vibrated with a low rumbling sound as I pressed hard against my hand, working myself in slow, tight circles.

I let a moan spill out of me, the sound catching in my throat as a pounding heat rose within my core. Phantom wisps glanced and teased along my collarbone, caressing the sensitive skin of my throat. More shadows curled around my thighs, gently squeezing and holding me in place as my movements picked up and my body grew more needy by the second.

“Do you like touching yourself for me?”

“Yes,” I rasped. Not being able to see him, yet knowing he was there, hidden by shadows, watching my every move…it ignited a wicked desire deep in my bones, my blood. I arched my back against Vain’s bed of shadows and tipped my head back as I slipped a finger inside, but the curl of a dark wispy tendril around my wrist dragged my hand away.

“Don’t be greedy, mellilla. I haven’t told you to touch there yet.”

My eyes shot open, and I gasped. Vain stood over me, his body hovering over mine as he watched my obscene display with distinct pleasure. He appeared to be one with the shadows that wound themselves around his naked form, almost as if they were as alive as he was.

“Patience,” he said and tugged my hand back toward my clit before the shadows enveloped him again, and I was left searching again for the demon in the darkness.

I whined at the near agonizing ache of being empty. His denial left me needy, the desperation causing my breasts to swell. My pussy clenched, the muscles tensing as I circled my clit. I both hated Vain and needed him simultaneously.

My hips nearly jumped up off the shadows at the sweep of Vain’s warm tongue upward through my folds, then licking back down before plunging into me.

His mouth was pure sin, and I never wanted him to stop.

“Don’t you dare stop touching yourself.”

Every other sense felt heightened in the dark. Even the lightest of Vain’s touches lit up my nerves like wildfire, and my blood crackled with electricity that ran through me and left me a disastrous, needy mess for him.

I was wound so tight, my muscles vibrated as I shook, and I feared I might snap at any moment. But each time I neared my climax, Vain would pull back and tear my hand away from my clit, leaving me crying out, aching, and needing to come.

Over and over again, we did that dance, toeing a dangerously thin line between pleasure and the torturous ache of him denying me everything I wanted. If he’d sought to purge every last one of my doubts—any hesitations I once had—he was succeeding.

I wanted it all. I wanted him.

Every time Vain denied me, he left me gasping and my mewling pleas sounded desperate and pathetic in my ears. I thought I caught a hint of a faint laugh escape him, his breath fluttering over my core. He was ruining me and reveling in every second of it.

“You don’t get to come yet. Only when I say you can.”

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