Page 112 of Dark Shadow of Guilt

Her orgasm built while she gorged on him, their bond growing stronger and stronger. She sensed the tie that connected their hearts. Separate but not alone. Two but one.

She released Dom’s neck, crying out his name, her body shuddering, tightening on his cock like a vise.

He pulled out to his crown and thrust in hard and deep, grinding, pounding into her, every stroke a pleasure. “Yes. Maddy. Yes.” He gripped her hips as he shouted, his black wings punching out, surrounding them in darkness as they struggled to catch their breath.

When her breathing steadied, she shouted, “No. Oh, no, Dom. What have I done?”

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Sated, Dom sank hisweight on top of her. With a grunt, he drew his wings to his spine and rolled to the side. Then it hit him. In his desire to take the pain from Madeline, he’d allowed them to break the law. And the OC would know.

“What have I done? I’ve condemned us,” she said, tears dripping down her cheeks.

“It was my fault, Maddy. I offered myself.”

She wiped moisture off her face. They lay quiet for some time until she said, “We’re in deep shit, right?”

“The deepest.”

“I feel ... strange.”

Dom shot up onto his elbows. “I hurt you. Are you okay?”

“I’m not hurt. The intense thirst is gone.” She glanced at his pulse. “I still want to bite you, but the feeling is more of a wish than an uncontrollable craving.”

“Is that all?”

She clapped a palm over her heart, thinking. “No. I just can’t process the feeling. I’m changed. I don’t know how. It’s too much to think about. I need time.”

“Stand up. Let’s see your wings.”

Madeline popped off the edge of the bed, unfurling her wings. “Look. Are they better?”

“Turn around,” said Dom.

When she did, he touched her feathers. “The same. Nope. Wait. Something’s different.”

“What? Tell me.”

“Your wings are more ... exotic than ever. They’re the same except, here and there, you have streaks of midnight black.” His brows pulled down tight. “My color.”

She curled a wing around her waist until she could see part of it. “They’re kinda pretty.”

Letting it snap back, she opened her mouth and dragged a finger across her teeth. “Ouch. Still got fangs. Oh, no. I’m so selfish. Open your mouth.”

Dom complied, showing her his teeth. “No sharp pearlies.”

“Your wings. Let’s see.”

He rose from the bed and snapped out his midnight wings. Still the same.

“Thank God,” said Madeline. “You didn’t change. You’re not a Blood Leech.”

“I told you. Maladies aren’t infectious.”

But they had broken a law, and they would be called to account.

He tumbled them to the bed, pressing her head on his chest. “You’re my mate. We’re bound together. That’s what’s important.”

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