Page 73 of Cursed Shadows 3

Every flick of the shadows between my legs sends shivers down to my toes. I point them against the cold air, as if I can regain some semblance of control over my body—but I can’t. It’s building, fast, too fast, and all I can manage is a drawn-out moan.

I push at him. Lame attempts to fight the crescendo in my body—but all that does is quicken the shadows all over me, tighten his hold around me, and he plunges deeper into me.

“Come for me, Nari… My vicious one…”

Murmurs, a hot, husky whisper, words almost unspoken, and they flood me with the rise of a violent wave.

“Come.”

The command strikes through me.

My head throws back with a cry.

My throat closes around it, to silence it, and I hope—I fucking pray—no one hears the squeaks and whines of the cry I can’t quite batter into silence.

I ride out my climax on him.

Daxeel doesn’t stop, doesn’t pause.

He’s driving into me with a desperate urgency. But the grin of his mouth against my lips coils hatred in my gut. It’s a grin of victory.

His pace is quick, like he never fully draws out of me, like he can’t bring himself to leave the warmth of my body completely, and he’s just jutting into me now, his own pleasure catching in his chest with grunts and strangled groans.

He is my victim as much as I am his.

I remind him of that.

Lashes lower over my eyes, and I know I must look like I am in a fuck daze—and I am. I aim that look on him, deadly, and hiss, “Look how well you worship me.”

His eyes flash.

The bow of his lips twists, a snarl that crawls savage up his throat.

His arm tightens around my middle; he yanks me against him, hard.

I get no moment, no second, to pull back, to draw away from him, not before he’s taken me clean off the table.

In two rushed steps, I find the cold of the wall—

He slams me into it, hard.

The breath is knocked out of me.

My back arches from the cold bite of the stone wall. Chest presses into his. And my silent gasp for breath is crushed by the push of his mouth down on mine.

He swallows my pain.

Devours it.

And, holding me in place, he fucks me against the wall.

The stone presses against my back, each block crushing my bones. His chest is suffocating on mine, the shadows coiled around my ankles, my thighs, my wrists—and they all bind me, like rope.

My lips part around a strangled sound.

The cries of pleasure are clawing through me, violent.

I tighten my vocal cords around them, and they escape in scratchy whimpers, whines, grunts. Those grunts are deafened by his, the fierce savage growls that claw through him.

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