Page 149 of In Shadows We Dance

“Off the bed. On your knees. Open your mouth.”

The lens frames her perfectly—moving, kneeling,waiting. My hand tightens in her hair, pulling her head back as the shutter clicks. The sound cuts through the quiet, echoing like a promise.

“Open wider.”

Her lips part further. I lift the camera, the shutter capturing her like this. Offering her mouth to me to use.

“Good girl.” I set the camera aside, and reach down to brush my thumb over her bottom lip. “You know what I want.”

Her eyes shine with understanding as she leans forward, her tongue flicking out to taste me. The touch is light, teasing, and my grip tightens in her hair, forcing myself between her lips.

“No teasing,” I growl, my other hand moving to the back of her neck to hold her in place. “Show me how much you want it.”

She obeys, her mouth enveloping me as she leans in, taking me deeper. Her lips tighten around me, her tongue swirling in a way that makesmybreath hitch. I watch her, every flicker of movement, every shift in her expression, burning itself into my memory.

“Look at me,” I demand, my voice rough.

Her gaze snaps up, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks harder. The sight sends a sharp snap of heat through me, my grip on her hair tightening as I guide her movements. Slow at first, before I lose patience and pull her closer, thrusting deeper into her mouth.

Tears well in her eyes, her breath choking as she struggles to take all of me. The sound is raw, broken, and it pushes me closer to the edge. My hips move in time with her, my control slipping as she gives me everything.

“Take it. Every inch. Don’t stop.”

Her hands gripping my thighs for balance, she lets me push her further. Her eyes never leave mine, tears streaking her cheeks.

“You’re fucking perfect. So fucking perfect like this.”

Her pace falters for a moment, and I ease my grip just enough for her to pull back and suck in a lungful of air. Her lips are swollen, her face flushed, but she doesn’t stop. Just takes in a couple of breaths then sucks me back into her mouth.

The intensity builds, my body coiled tight as I teeter on the edge. I pull her back, tilting her face up to meet mine.

“Not yet.” My thumb sweeps over the tip of my dick, coating it in precum, then I smear it over her lips. “I want more.”

Lifting her to her feet, my hands rough on her hips, I guide her back to the bed, and push her onto it. Her legs fall open. I resist the temptation, and lift my hand to grip her jaw.

“Stay just like this.” I reach for the camera again.

The shutter clicks as I capture her. Her hair a wild mess around her, her chest heaving, her body glistening with sweat. I lower the camera slightly, framing the curve of her thigh, the marks scattered across her skin, her pussy on display, waiting for me.

“I’m going to ruin you. And you’re going to let me. Now lie on your back and hang your head off the bed.”

Her lips part on a shuddering breath, and she rolls over.

“Yes. Please.”

CHAPTER 77

Surrender’s Edge

ILEANA

His grip tightensin my hair, pulling me closer, angling my head, until he can push his dick back into my mouth. I can barely breathe through the weight of him, the heat of him. This angle lets him go deeper down my throat, and I love every second of it. My lips stretch wider, and I let my tongue glide over him, tracing every line, every vein. The low groan that escapes him sends a shiver through me, making my pussy throb, drawing me deeper into the moment.

I close my lips around him, taking him in further, my cheeks hollowing as I suck harder. The taste of him on my tongue is salt and musk, potent and intoxicating. My hands grip his thighs, my nails digging into the hard muscle beneath, trying to steady myself as his hips push forward, his composure finally faltering as he loses himself to the sensation.

“Fuck,” he growls, his voice rough, vibrating through me. One hand fists in my hair, holding me in place as he thrusts slowly at first, while the other covers my breast, pinching and twisting my nipple. The pleasure-pain of it combined with the way I can feel every inch of him sliding in and out of my mouth is incredible. His body tenses beneath my hands, tension rolling off him in waves as he takes what he wants.

When he pulls back, I glance up, meeting his eyes, and the intensity there nearly undoes me. He’s watching me like I’m his world, his possession, his everything. The hunger in his gaze makes my stomach tighten.

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