Page 51 of Shadow

I closed my eyes at her words and smiled sadly. “I wish I were.”

Her warm hand pressed against my chest. I opened my eyes to study her pretty face.

“I’ve always done Everett’s bidding. I followed the rules, but I don’t want to do that anymore. I know what I want.” I leaned in closer to her. “I want you, Sirena. I fucking want you any way I can have you. I’ll do anything. I can be a Watcher. I swear I’m strong enough?—”

I didn’t get to finish my sentence because she closed the space between us and pressed her soft lips against mine.

I was fucking done for.

I fell into the kiss, parting my lips for her.

This kiss was different from the one at the cemetery. That one was made of adrenaline and excitement, while this one was made of love and desire—at least, that’s how I interpreted it.

Purple sundress. Black bra. Cherry lip gloss. Seven eighteen. Asylum’s room. My bed. Gray sheets. She’s wearing coconut and lavender perfume. She tastes like heaven. There’s a spider in the corner of the room.

I slid my tongue against hers, deepening the kiss. I reached out and pulled her closer until our bodies were smashed against one another. She raked her fingers through my curls, making me groan softly against her lips. I loved how she touched me. She was so gentle and sweet, not rough like the monsters in the Underground.

My dick was so hard in my pants. I rubbed against her as a way to ease the ache. Her breath caught, making the ache stronger.

I wasn’t a complete novice about sex. I’d been in many situations over the years and never forgot a damn thing. I’d watched her with Dante and the guys. I knew the shit they did with her. I was a shadow, after all.

But fuck, I was going to blow it all to hell right in my pants.

She pushed back against me, making me groan. Her tongue slipped against mine. Her fingers brushed against the button on my pants as she opened it and pulled the zipper down. My cock was peeking its head out of the top of my boxers.

With my mouth still on hers, I shifted her closer, practically pulling her on top of me.

It was my worst idea ever.

I found out only moments later when her hand brushed over the bulge in my pants.

No. No. NO! Fuck.

I came with a soft groan in her mouth, my body shaking through the pleasure. My breathing picked up.

God. DAMNIT.

I could feel how fucking red my face was as I broke the kiss off.

It took her a moment to catch on, but I could see it dawn on her pretty face. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took in the mess on my stomach and the dark spot on my white boxers.

“Fuck,” I muttered thickly. “I-I’m so fucking sorry, Sirena.”

I crawled over her on the bed, humiliated out of my fucking mind, and went to the bathroom to clean up.

My face was beet red in the mirror. I forced myself to look away as I tried to clean the mess I’d made.

“Idiot,” I muttered to myself as I wiped everything up. “Fucking goddamnidiot.”

A soft knock sounded out on the door. Quickly, I tucked myself away and did up my pants before answering the door.

“Hey,” I said, my voice shaking. “I-I’m sorry about that. I just…” My voice trailed off as I looked her over.

Fucking hell. I’d marked her dress even.

“Come here.” I opened the door further and let her come into the room with me. “I got it on you. God, I’m so sorry.”

I pulled her closer and tried to wash the come stain out of her dress, but all I succeeded in doing was making a bigger mess.

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