Page 80 of Back In the Shadows

“More,” I screamed.

His teeth plucked my sensitive bud until my screams became cries of agony and pleasure as I neared my orgasm.

“That’s it, little lamb. Ride my face until you come on my tongue and lips.” He placed my legs on his shoulders and pulled me closer as if he were a thirsty man in the desert.

As his fingers worked their magic on my swollen clit, my climax began to build, a wave of ecstasy spreading through my entire being. My hips bucked against his mouth, eagerly seeking the release I desperately craved.

“Oh, fuck yes!” I screamed, my voice echoing loudly in the room.

He was relentless, skillfully manipulating my sensitive skin. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire. As I convulsed and shuddered beneath him, he continued to assault me with his skilled tongue, lapping up every drop of cum that flowed from my soaking pussy.

Finally, as the last waves of ecstasy began to subside, his hands left my hips and reached between my legs to cup my pussy. As he traced the inside of my swollen lips, he withdrew them and lifted them to his mouth. His tongue flicked at my juices with a craving that sent chills down my spine.

“You taste so sweet,” he growled, making eye contact with me as he licked his lips clean. “Are you ready for more?”

I looked into his eyes and saw a hunger there that matched mine. Silently, he lifted me out of the swing and then turned me away from him. He placed me into the swing again, my ass tipping up in the air.

His palm landed on my butt cheek, a sting zipping through me as I cried out.

“You belong to me.” Smack. “You will always belong to me.”

He wasn’t wrong, but I also belonged to Sebastian, and it seemed as though he was disciplining me for that. As he continued, it was clear that Death was no longer willing to share, which terrified me.

My flesh stung with each slap as he told me that no one else could touch me. No one else owned me. His tone was clipped and cold, and I knew he was angry with my love for both sides of him.

“You’re hurting me,” I cried. “Please, stop.” Even with my cries, he knew me well enough to know that I fed on the pain. He relished in his power over me, but I reveled in being the one who could push him to lose control. The darkness within us both was a twisted dance, and I craved every moment of it.

He gripped my hair with his large hand, forcing my head back. The rustling of his jeans filled the room, then he shoved his dick inside me. The butt plug made him feel tighter, and I moaned as rapture replaced the pain.

He fucked me relentlessly, showing my body no mercy. His hips banged against me as I gripped the handles of the swing, breathless from his brutality.

“No!” he said between gritted teeth as he slowed. “I said fucking no!” His angry words bounced off the walls, and I glanced over my shoulder at him.

“Death, are you okay?” The moment I saw him, I knew he wasn’t okay.

His features twisted in agony, his cheeks turning beat red with his struggle.

“Ella.” His eyes rolled in the back of his head as he continued thrusting into me. “Little lamb,” he growled.

Pleasure zipped through me as I realized that both men were present, pounding into me as they shifted and shared their consciousness. I grabbed the straps of the swing, completely at their mercy and feeding off the idea they were both fucking me at the same time.

My eyes fluttered closed, lost in the sensations. Death and Sebastian inside me, stretching me to my limits and driving mecloser and closer to the edge. It was a raw, animalistic experience—but I basked in every second of it.

The room filled with our grunts and moans, punctuated by the rhythmic slapping sound of skin against skin. Our bodies moved in sync, fueled by pure lust. They possessed me entirely, commanding my every move as I crashed into waves of ecstasy over and over again.

A sudden surge of power bloomed from within, taking over the swing’s speed, making Death and Sebastian go faster and deeper. Their grunts echoed through the room, sending me into oblivion as my pussy spasmed around their cock.

“That’s it, little lamb.” Death’s voice was strained as Sebastian took control.

“Ella, it shouldn’t be like this,” Sebastian said, grunting as Death controlled their physical actions.

“Stop fighting it. Let yourself go. Fuck me. Both of you. Fuck me harder. Fill me up with your cum.” I arched my back, lost in the sensation of being consumed by both of them at once.

Sebastian’s hips moved in smooth, deliberate circles, while Death’s thrusts were rougher and more erratic—a perfect complement to each other.

In that moment of heightened ecstasy and connection, they both reached their peak simultaneously, each slamming into me with renewed vigor until they erupted deep inside me. Every fiber vibrated with pleasure as I screamed out their names in surrender.

Time seemed to slow, stretching out the pure bliss until it felt like an eternity.

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