Page 54 of The Shadows We Keep

His hips piston down into my face, and tears drip from my eyes as drool runs down my cheeks. He fucks my face with abandon, and I’m with him. Taking as much pleasure as I’m giving. My cunt pulses, a desperate need to be filled as his cock jolts against my tongue.

Closing my throat, I push him out and snap my mouth shut. He jerks away at the change. “What the fuck, Keira.” His whole demeanor shifts with that name drop and he finally gets what he’s put me through.

My satisfied smirk frees the beast hovering over the top of me. His body moves so fast, that before I can register our new position, I feel his cock shove against my entrance. His face settles close to mine. “Touché, little one.”

I stretch against his assault. “Oh, God,” I moan.

“We’ve been here before; you know whose name to scream.” His fingers grip my chin tightly.

He pushes into the hilt, stretching me wide. He’s big, and it’s been a minute for me, but the slight burn of pain quickly subsides. The veiny ridges sliding against my walls make my toes curl. This is everything I always imagined and more. My fingers tighten against the tee shirt holding me hostage and at his disposal.

“God, the things I want to do to you.”

I’m delirious from the pleasure. “So do them,” I egg him on.

His thrusts cease as his eyes meet mine. “You were made for me.” His lips crash against mine, teeth meeting teeth. The sting of a bite against my lip pulls at my core. He consumes the moan that melts from my lips, his thrust resuming, beating into me.

My sweat slicked back glides my body across the floor with every assault of his cock. His fingers grip tighter against my hips, the pressure sure to leave bruises, but I’ll take them. A physical reminder that a day I’ve imagined a thousand times over in my head actually happened.

Just before my head bashes against the metal leg I’m tied to, he flips me over like a rag doll onto my knees. My fingers grip the fabric, wrists twisted, and shoulders straining at the awkward angle. His strong grip fuses with my throat, using it for leverage to pull my body backward to meet his front. The ache in my arms disappears, but the one between my thighs only grows heavier.

This change in position makes him feel even deeper. I breathe through the dull pain as he pounds into me, hitting a new spot that makes my vision swim. I’ve never been with anyone his size, and it feels like he’s tearing me in two.

A guttural groan and a whisper of my name meets my ears. I’d take the sting between my thighs any day just to hear that sound again. His free hand slides between my breasts, pinching a nipple along his descent. My core pulses from the bite of his fingers, but it’s dulled when they meet their destination.

Filled with his cock, my orgasm swells. I’m so close, tingles are starting to dance across my skin. My hips jerk back against him, slamming myself down to quicken our pace. He gives as good as I take. Adding his fingers against my swollen clit, I jerk in his hold at the added pleasure.

“Harkin, please.” I beg, chest heaving, as he slows his magical fingers and rough thrusts.

“Mmm, say it again,” he challenges.

“Please, let me come.” My pussy quivers around him. His hips pick up speed, his fingers slide against my clit, pinching cruelly. It’s the last straw that pushes me over the edge as euphoria washes over me. My eyes fall shut as I ride the waves of ecstasy, moaning out his name.

That seems to unhinge any sense of control he’s held on to as he jerks twice more before emptying himself deep inside me.

“Jesus, fuck,” he groans in my ear.

I wait for him to pull out, but he stills against my back, gripping my hips to him, still pulsing. I grind against him, milking every last drop.

Our shared climax runs down my thighs as he finally pulls free. An unexpected pang at the loss of him consumes me. He shifts, hastily freeing my hands from their confines. His thumbs run gently across the redden skin, drawing blood back into circulation.

“You, okay?” His worried eyes raise to mine.

“More than okay.” My small smile softens the concerned crease in his forehead.

Thick arms encase me, lifting me from the gym floor. A shriek escapes my lips at the sudden weightlessness. I tighten my hold on his bulging shoulders as the rest of me relaxes against his muscular chest. My head flops to the side, resting in his warmth.

“Where are you taking me?” The question fumbles past my lips as my eyes droop heavily.

His lips brush lightly against my temple as his murmured answers fill my head in sounds I can’t process before my eyes fall close and the blackness takes over.

It’s sweltering,my skin has passed damp and gone straight for soaked. My eyes flicker open to darkness, odd shapes reflect gleams of moonlight sharing their shadows. A heavy arm pins me in place against the furnace at my back and it’s clear what has me overheating.

Slinking across the mattress to detangle myself, I shift slowly until I’m free and out of bed. His face is a portrait of serenity, untroubled, as he snores softly into the night. I tread lightly across the floor and out of the bedroom, naked in the dimmed light.

His office at the end of the hall beckons my curiosity. The door stands cracked. He’s never shown any concern at my entry. Pushing it open, I’m relieved when it doesn’t creek. A small table lamp in the corner illuminates the dark wood and leather, decorated in the same style as the living room.

A floor-to-ceiling bookcase fills an entire wall, lined full of books that are wrapped in leather. A small section devoted to newer fiction, which, if I had to guess, would be Harkin’s doing. The rest looks styled by an interior designer. I randomly wonder if any of these hide a hidden switch if pulled, revealing a safe room or secret passage.

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