Page 112 of Once the Skies Fade

“I’d watch you take all of me, as deep as you can, while you fill yourself with your shadows—as I know you like to.” She squirmed, and heat pulsed through me. Leaning in closer to her, I lowered my voice. “I want to see you swallow every last drop I spill down your throat.”

She hauled in a breath. Her tongue swirled around my thumb, and it took all the strength I had not to drag her mouth onto my ready length right now. But I was no fool. This was the queen—a queen who may have very well killed my best friend’s brother, and while I’d say a lot of dirty things, I wasn’t about to act on them until she gave the word.

“What else?” she whispered, her hips shifting ever so slightly on the bed. The scent of her arousal made it nearly impossible to think of anything beyond burying myself between her legs.

Somehow, I forced myself to focus, using my thumb to tilt her chin up even higher so she looked straight at me. My other hand trailed a line down her throat, hooking on the top of her bodice and tugging it down to reveal her breast—pebbled and inviting. I flicked my thumb over the hardened peak and relished in the way her breath hitched and her chest shuddered.

“I’d throw you back on this bed so I can memorize every inch of your breasts and pull those whimpers from your lips until you beg me to fuck you.”

“You think I’d beg?” she asked on a quivering breath.

“I know you would, Killer.”

Her eyes were pure challenge, a dark and delicious dare as her brow angled up, her lips pulling into a cocky smirk. “Prove it.”

Chapter 49

Calla

Matthias had almost undone me with his words alone, but I refused to let him see how much I wanted him to act on them. By the way he consumed me with his eyes now, though, I could tell I’d failed. He knew what I craved. I expected him to move as soon as I voiced my challenge, to take action quickly and decisively––but instead he moved painfully, irritatingly slowly.

Brushing his thumb over my bottom lip as he had earlier, he studied me hungrily. He parted my lips, and his eyes drifted down to the slow dance of my tongue on him.

When he finally spoke, the words came out rough with wild desire. “You want to taste me, Killer?”

I nodded.

Gently, he slipped his hand along my jaw, cupped the back of my head, and pulled me to him. Locking my eyes on his, I let him guide me, relishing in how he took control, treating me as if I was the most precious thing in the world to him, yet not so fragile that he wouldn’t wield me as he wanted.

Shifting his hips, he angled himself to meet my lips, forced me to open for him, and then pulled me onto him until I was filled so deeply I forgot how to breathe. Moving my tonguearound him, I would have grinned at how his eyes threatened to roll back with pleasure, but it was impossible to smile with my mouth spread so wide. I swallowed hard, pulling him in deeper, hollowing my cheeks, as I lured him in as far as he could go, feeling him slide into the back of my throat.

Fuck, I was nearly to the edge and we had only begun. I tried to slow the pace, but he gripped my hair and pulled me to him over and over, finding a steady rhythm to match our rapid heartbeats and ragged breaths.

“Your shadows, Killer,” he reminded me on a rough whisper, and I lifted my hand to where my mouth ended and he began, calling my shadows out. I only had to direct my power to the aching space between my legs, and then let it take over, just as I let Matthias.

A deep moan filled his chest, echoed by my own that hummed along his length pulsing past my lips. My shadows swirled around my bundle of nerves, slipping further between my legs and filling me with a refreshingly cold pressure.

Matthias’s fingers curled in my hair, holding me steady as he thrust greedily into my mouth. I watched him, feeding off the rapture on his face as much as I did his body. We moved together—his hips, my shadows—faster and faster, building and swelling, until our frantic need sent us tumbling together into a euphoric sea where he filled me, drowning me with his delicious end.

When he relaxed his grip on my hair, trembling as he slipped from my lips, I wiped a finger at the corner of my mouth and mimicked his favorite casual frown and shrugged.

“Not bad, general.”

His laugh—rough and booming—filled the room and warmed my world with a joy I’d thought impossible for me to ever experience again.

“Shadows away, Killer.”

As I obliged, pulling my shadows back into my palm, Matthias caught me by my shoulders, lifted me gently, and tossed me backward onto his bed. A laugh escaped me, lighter and brighter than I had heard from myself in so long. He was hovering over me before I had finished giggling. Wagging his brows at me, he flashed me a devilish smirk as his face disappeared from view, lowering down to where my breasts lifted and fell with each heavy pant.

His tongue painted slow circles around one peak, pulling such a gasp from me that I had to cover my eyes with my hand. Biting down hard on my lip, I tried to ignore the agonizing ache that throbbed in my core, and to hold back the pleading words that already wanted to escape. I couldn’t let him win so soon, but that stars-damned tongue of his was making it nearly impossible.

As he devoured one breast, he found the other with nimble fingers, rolling and flicking and pinching until the walls of my resolve threatened to crumble around me. His other hand slid up my thigh, falling between my legs, grazing over my slick center to tease every frayed nerve I had.

“That’s not fair, general,” I chided in an uneven, unconvincing tone.

“Oh, did I not mention what my hands would be doing?” he said against my skin.

I shook my head against the bed. “No.”

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