Page 50 of Shadow and Skulls

He hears my silent plea … one fingertip gently presses against my clit and then stills.Oh fuck.

“Good?” he asks, not masking the enjoyment in his voice.

“Mmhhmm,” I hum, holding perfectly still because I feel like he has his finger on the detonator of a bomb.

He pulls it away, and I release a little breath.

My relief is short lived because it returns, this time with a determined mission. He moves it up and down, round and round. Colors swirl behind my eyes as I begin to chase my pleasure against his hand as he learns my rhythm. When his finger slides into me, I gasp out loud.

“Oh fuck, Tank. I’m going to come.”

He laughs. “Well, everything seems to be working just fine down here, doesn’t it?”

I can’t answer because a second finger joins the first all the while his thumb rubs lazy circles over my clit. I’m so wet, I’m almost embarrassed. It feels so good. Tears begin to sting at thecorner of my eyes as I try to hold back, wanting to hold on to this feeling as long as I can.

“Show me who you belong to … come for me.”

Before I know what’s happening, his body is draped over mine, his mouth hot and wet against my lips. His fingers curl inside me, and he picks up his pace.

“Do it. Come all over my hand, little shadow.”

My body arches against his, my breasts pushing against his chest as every muscle in my body tightens. He moans into my mouth, and together we come. I don’t have time to think about the sticky mess he’s leaving on my stomach as he continues to rock his hand against me. I come again. And again. And again.

“That’s it, baby,” he mumbles over my lips, drunk on the high he’s getting from wrenching orgasm after orgasm from my body.

Eventually, he stills, my core clenching around him with tiny aftershocks.

After a few minutes, I open my eyes and stare up at the ceiling. The room is completely dark now. I have no idea what color the ceiling is, nor do I care.

A smile tightens my cheeks.They didn’t break me.

Tank lets me revel in the moment, rolling off me to pull me to his side.

“Do … do you want to … you know?” I ask hesitantly after several minutes pass. We didn’t even do the deed.

He squeezes me softly. “It will be something to look forward to, yeah?”

I smile against his skin. “Yeah.”

Chapter Thirteen

Tank

Last night was the best night of my life. I hate that she has to lie and keep this from her family. But at the same time, I’m selfish. I need to know her right now. In every sense. There’s a certain urgency in my veins, yet when I’m with her, I’m still able to be slow and intentional.

Believe me, I know I’m making no sense.

Maybe the urgency stems from how bad people were treating her at school. I needed to stop the pain she was suffering there. Period. I had to slip into her world and nip that shit in the bud. Hopefully Dan will understand why I’ve done what I’ve done.

I had to make her mine now, and I have no regrets about that.

Her nose wrinkles as my finger trails over her forehead. “Little shadow,” I sing-song.

The way her lashes brush the apples of her cheeks as she blinks her eyes open warms my heart. Slowly, recognition of where she is becomes clear … the true test … a shy smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she dips her chin to her shoulder.

“I thought we could go to the diner down the road and have breakfast before your test.”

She winces, turning her big blue eyes my way. “I forgot about that.”

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