Page 46 of Veil of Death and Shadow

People were laughing and walking nearby, but I didn’t care.

If anything, the thought that they just had to look down the alley to see us just made the whole thing hotter.

My bodyweight fell against him as I came, the orgasm rolling through me with an intensity that had my vision blurring.

He licked up every last drop of my arousal, like a man dying of thirst.

He pressed a kiss to my thigh, then my leg and stomach as he crawled back up, my body tingling under every press of his lips and tongue.

“You are magnificent,” he whispered against my neck, then pulled back to look at me, his eyes drunk on desire.

“Fuck me,” I begged. I pressed my hand against the thick bulge of his pants, then met his eyes. “Please.”

A deep groan resounded in his chest. He pressed a kiss to my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as I unbuckled his pants and slid my fingers over him.

He was smooth and hard, his dick pulsing in my hand when I rubbed his pre-cum over the tip.

“I’m on birth control,” I whispered against his mouth, my teeth tugging lightly on his bottom lip.

He nodded; his eyes locked on mine. He slid his dick against my clit, through my heat, coating himself in my desire. With a shiver, he sank into me.

I swallowed the groan on his lips, my body molding against his as he fucked me with a punishing pace that already had me on the edge of another earth-shattering orgasm.

Voices grew louder and closer, but we were both too lost to care.

Kieran picked me up as I wrapped my legs around him.

There was a flash of movement from the corner of my eyes, and I saw the outline of a couple of figures.

My peripheral focus locked on—holding there. Something about the profile of one of them was familiar, but the shadows were too thick, and I couldn’t make out their face.

The orgasm tore through me just as they inched forward—familiar grey eyes that I hadn’t seen in nearly seven years met mine briefly as I buried my face into Kieran’s shoulder, riding the intense waves that rippled through me.

Kieran bit down on my shoulder, muffling his moan as he followed me over.

He pulsed inside of me, and I found myself desperately thankful he was holding me up.

I’d have been a puddle at his feet if he hadn’t been, my body nothing but sated putty.

As the magnitude of pleasure coursing through me faded, my brain caught up with me.

Slowly, I unwound my legs from Kieran’s waist and leaned back against the wall, searching desperately through the alley as I recalibrated my balance.

Whoever had been here before, whoever I thought I’d seen, was gone.

The alley was as empty as it had been when we got here, no one else in sight.

I clutched the wall, still panting.

It couldn’t have been him. I had to have been seeing things—a lingering effect from Incendiary’s power.

Kieran took a few steps back and winced, his eyes narrowed as if in pain.

“Fuck.” He stumbled slightly, grabbing his arm.

I took a step towards him, but he stepped back. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Sorry—” His eyes met mine as he straightened up—there was regret, maybe anger etched across his face. “I have to go. You should—” he took a breath, steadying himself, the maelstrom of emotions draining into a strange, distant apathy, “you should forget about me, that you saw me here. This was a fun night—you should go home and get some rest.”

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