Page 135 of When Death Whispers

And something changes.

Above us, the glowing veins of light flicker, growing brighter, stronger—reacting.

I should be asking questions. I should be wondering why. But Steo moves before I can think.

His mouth is on me—lips, tongue, teeth—dragging over the swell of my breast. He hesitates, just for a second. Like he’s unsure. Like he’s never done this before.

Then his tongue flicks out, slow, tentative, testing.

A soft gasp slips past my lips.

That’s all the encouragement he needs.

His shadows tighten as his mouth closes over my nipple, hot and wet, his tongue swirling before he bites down, sharp and claiming.

A shocked yelp escapes me, my fingers flying into his thick, surprisingly soft hair, twisting, tugging.

I grab his cock in retaliation, squeezing hard.

Steo snarls. His hips jerk, his fingertips digging into my flesh.

“Yessss,” he exhales, voice rough, wrecked. “You are divine. Absolute perfection.”

I stroke him again, slower this time, twisting my wrist on the upward slide, feeling the hard ridges, the unearthly texture of him beneath my palm.

His shadows pulse inside me, mirroring my movements, curling deeper, stretching, teasing.

A battle of control.

I squeeze again, sliding my hand down his length.

He retaliates—one tendril tightening around my throat, another slithering between my thighs, pulsing with precision, matching the rhythm of my strokes.

My body is burning, needing more. More friction. More contact. More of him. I’m done denying the truth that I will surely analyze later if I survive this. For the first time I feel in control, holding my own fate by the cock, literally, my body thrumming with a new energy that makes every single one of my nerve endings pulse. With death’s shadows following my lead, I feelalive.

“Bone me, Bone Daddy.”

Steo freezes.

His orange eyes flash wide, locking onto mine in pure, unfiltered shock.

“…Did you just?—”

“Yup.” I pause for a beat. Then I grin. “And I meant it.”

I squeeze him again, slow and deliberate, and his shadows nearly implode around me. “I want to feel you inside me. Every. Single. Ridge. While your shadows stroke everyotherpart of me.”

Another growl—this one so deep I feel it more than I hear it.

And then?—

He moves.

His shadows lift me off the ground.

A sharp squeal escapes as I lose my footing, but he doesn’t let me fall. His hands clamp around my hips, positioning me exactly where he wants me, his shadows wrapping around my thighs and ass, creating a perfect seat.

I instinctively grab onto his shoulders, my nails biting into the too-thin skin.

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