Page 68 of The Sorrow of Shadows

“Hey! I loved that dress!” I protest.

“I told you I wanted to see it on the floor. I’ll have a new one made for you.”

Before I can continue my complaints, his mouth is on me again. He takes a nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it, eliciting a low, breathy moan from me. He nips and sucks my hardened peak until I’m writhing under him, desperate for more.

I feel his fingers trail up my thigh to that spot where I’m desperate to feel him. He circles my entrance before roughly shoving two fingers inside. His fingers pump in and out, then curl toward him, hitting that delicious spot inside that has my back arching off the bed.

My fingers lace through his locks as I demand, “More.” I shove his head lower, my intentions clear.

He smiles against me and does what he’s told, trailing kisses down my belly until he reaches my center. Wasting no time, he licks a line straight from entrance to clit, his tongue circling the bundle of nerves while his fingers continue pumping in and out.

It’s then that I notice his power working through my body. Like the day of our first encounter, I feel him increase the bloodflow to all my most sensitive parts. I’m panting beneath his ministrations and the heightened pleasure he’s creating.

Two can play this game.

I let my shadows out, making them wrap around his length. I move them up and down as if it were my hand pumping his cock.

He lets out a deep growl and nips my clit in response. I thrust my hips up, grinding into his mouth in a clear demand for more. Aurelius continues his attacks on my pussy, alternating between sucking my clit, swirling his tongue around it, and licking me from opening to clit over and over.

Just as I feel myself teetering on the edge of release, he adds a third finger, stretching me and causing a sweet burn.

“Scream for me, Breyla,” he demands, his words finally pushing me over the edge into oblivion.

My legs are trembling as waves of euphoria ripple through me. Aurelius crawls up my still-pulsing body, a sexy, knowing smile plastered on his face. He leans in next to my ear and nips.

“The next time I take you, I’ll ask you how you want it, but I want to see your eyes as I bury myself in you for the first time. I want to hear every delicious sound coming out of that pretty mouth.”

I groan at his filthy words and thread my fingers into his midnight locks, pulling his lips to mine. His tongue finds mine and I taste myself on him, the flavor intoxicating. I bite down on his bottom lip, causing a moan to slip out of his mouth.

This isn’t the first time I’ve tasted his lips, and each time feels more intoxicating than the last. But something feels different now. Like walls are coming down between us and we’re discovering there’s more between us than the lust, hate, distrust, and physical chemistry that we’ve both clung to for so long. There have been plenty of others for each of us before now, but none of them felt like this for me. Like I wanted to erase the memories of all the others from my past. None ofthem made me want to forget the world just for the male before me.

“Put your ankles on my shoulders, little demon. Right fucking now.” He gasps against my lips.

I happily oblige, pulling my legs up and resting my legs along his back. The next second I feel his tip at my entrance and I whimper, begging him to end the anticipation.

He’s big; bigger than most, and the slight burn I feel as he stretches me has me moaning. Aurelius slides in slowly at first, then when I’ve adjusted to his size, he thrusts the rest of the way in. The absolute fullness I feel has me gasping.

“Don’t ever stop making that noise,” he growls.

“Don’t ever stop fucking me, then,” I say breathily, my voice caught in my throat.

My words snap something in him, and he pulls out then slams back into me, fucking me at a fierce pace. The angle he has me at lets him hit that spot inside me just right, and I can’t contain the moans fighting their way out. I rock my hips to meet his thrusts, my hands digging into the sheets below me.

Over and over, he thrusts in and out, never letting up his pace. His hand reaches around my leg and finds my clit. He rubs in slow circles, the exact opposite of the speed he’s fucking me at. I feel another climax build, starting low in my belly, but growing quickly.

My inner walls clench around him as another orgasm tears through me at full force. His thrusts don’t slow or stop, though, and he continues his brutal pace, like a male possessed. I can tell I’ll feel this in the morning, but I don’t care.

My body trembles, my nerve endings overstimulated and overwhelmed by the pleasure. My muscles spasm, unable to handle the waves of pleasure still coursing through me.

I whimper, “Aurelius, please.”

His eyes sparkle. “Please, what?”

“I can’t take any more; it’s too much.”

He gives me a sinister grin. “You can, and you will. I’m nowhere near done with you.”

He wraps his hand around my hip, tilting me just slightly and allowing him to fuck me at a new angle. I wrap my hands around his neck, tugging on his shoulder-length black waves with one and scraping down his shoulder with the other.

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