Page 19 of Cursed Shadows 3

My moans are rising with the flutters spasming through my body.

I like being in the hands of a monster that can tear out a spine without breaking a sweat. These hands that wander my body, how much blood they have spilled—it shouldn’t thrill me, but gods it does.

I don’t think on how twisted that makes me. I dismiss it, must be my human side, because it certainly can’t be my litalf blood that makes me want to submit to him. Must be the human in me, this urge to offer him my body, my love, my submission.

I give it all too willingly.

Still, the shame itches over my flesh, a flush that reddens my chest and neck, the flames of shame on my cheek that I turn to him.

He doesn’t allow my escape so easily.

His hand shoves under my head, and he grabs a fistful of my hair. One hard yank and my face is forced to align with his.

My wince cuts through the cocoon.

Daxeel pushes his weight onto me. Other hand clutched on the back of my thigh, he shoves my knee into the mattress—and follows.

He hits into me at a new angle, too deep, and it’s one that fast has me squirming beneath him.

I’m pushing at him, scratching at his shoulders, kicking at nothing but shadows. But I don’t want to shove him from me, I want to keep him, I want him to find that home inside of me, because I want him to love me so completely, to stay in this obsessive haze with me, to never look away, to accept—always—that he is mine.

My chest heaves with gaspy grating sounds that tug out of me, like I just can’t catch my breath. A tremor runs down my leg, once, twice—and my heart stills in my chest.

Silence spears through me.

I feel the tug of a frown on my face, and I can only look up at him, at the twist of his mouth, so bitter, so hateful, as he grinds his hips and offers me that one scrap of pity.

He delivers me.

My head throws back with the arc that shoot through me. It isn’t unlike a thousand little sparklers and stars erupt along my trembling bones, those same grating sears of pain as he buries himself in me too deep, grinds against me too rough, and pain bites at the edges of my climax.

“Icourtedyou,” he growls, and my moans are all that I have in answer, the moans and the whimpers as my walls clench around him.

He doesn’t let me ride it out, not a moment longer than he gave me, because he doesn’t offer me kindness.

He shoves away from me.

The cocoon shivers—then it vanishes entirely.

Darkness skitters back to him, layers that land on his ink-stained body.

I have little more than a moment to watch it before he’s grabbing at me. Hands snatched at my thigh, my waist, then he flips me over.

I land, sprawled, on my front. My body jerks with the loss of the climax, and I push back, as though I can find my way to him again, back to the pleasure.

My frown smooshes into the furs.

Fast, he’s on me.

A blanket draping over my body, his hand presses too firm into the small of my back, keeping me pinned in place, and the warmth of his cock is quick to find me again.

There’s no ceremony before he’s slammed himself back inside of me.

An unladylike sound burrows in my chest, a blend between a grunt and a groan.

My hands fist in the furs. Strands of it tickle my nose, itch at my lashes, and no matter how I try to turn and twist my face away from the furs, they find me again.

Daxeel shifts over me. His hand comes down on the mattress, right beside me, and I watch the inky glistens warp down his fingers.

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