Page 89 of Thanatos' Craving

When she finally turned her body, her hooded eye meeting my lustful gaze, she nearly tripped, and a playful smirk filled my lips. That didn’t stop her, but the moment’s hesitation was one point for me and I fucking loved the moment of worry.

I dressed myself in a fitted black dress shirt and slacks, my hands in the pockets with suspenders for an accessory. The suspenders were for the older generation from the human age, but I liked the look. It was sophisticated, polished and the way Juniper was eyeing me up and down with that pretty little get-up she was wearing in an older burlesque outfit I think we were matching each other nicely.

I ran my fingers through my hair, enjoying the feeling of the air gliding the tendrils. Juniper stops, her breath panting as she stares at me, letting the music play in the background.

“Well,” I drawled. “Aren’t you going to continue?” I raise an eyebrow and motion her over.

She swallowed, and I smiled, happy we were now even.

Juniper straightened her shoulders and gave a look of disinterest toward me, finding the beat again. She danced with her hands and hypnotically ignored me and played with her body like she was an instrument for all to see.

Her hands moved and glided across her body, her hip dipped and curved in the most exotic ways. She entranced me as she came closer and straddled my lap, and with the rules forgotten, my hands slinked up her thighs, and she slapped the both of them.

“No touching,” she whispered into my ear.

I growled in frustration and kept my hands at my side as she rose from my lap and turned her body so her ass was facing me.

She continued to taunt me. Touching my arm, my leg, while she danced in front of me, around me. Her body begged to betouched, her breasts continuing to brush against my chest as she turned herself, letting her lips glide across my neck and nip at my Adam’s apple.

“You cursed woman,” I hissed between my teeth.

She giggled and threw her legs off me where she playfully sat for a bit and bent over, giving me the perfect view of her ass.

Completely over this game, my shadows gathered around me, wrapping around her legs and holding her thick thighs and pulling her back towards me in my seat. She let out a surprised gasp as she felt my shadowy hands grabbing her, her body trembling against my chest.

“You’re breaking a rule,” she warned.

“I’ve broken no rules. My skin has not touched yours,” I murmured, my eyes gleaming with excitement and mischief. My shadowy hands roam beneath the tiny fabric, caressing her thighs and the back of her legs, leaving a trail of goosebumps and desires.

Juniper lets out a soft moan, her breathing heavier as she surrendered to the forbidden touch. She arches her back, her ass pushing against my groin as she feels the shadows touch her skin.

My shadowed hands slowly inch higher, unbuckling the garters and pulling down the thin barriers. Her legs are now bare until we reach between the apex of her thighs and with quick movements, I take my claws and rip the sides of her underwear. My shadows reach the sensitive area between her thighs. She gasps, her hips bucking slightly as my shadow fingers brush against her most private place.

“You’re really pushing the rules, aren’t you?” Juniper whispered, her voice tinged with a mix of desire and apprehension. Her fingers grip my thighs, barely holding herself upright as she struggles to resist the pleasure building within her.

I let out a low, rumbling laugh, the sound vibrated against her skin. "Juniper, you know I can't resist you. We are made for each other. This is our fate."

Without warning, my shadowy hands darted beneath her skirt, seeking the heat of her cunt. My shadows delved between her legs, exploring the slick folds of her desire.

Juniper’s breath hitched, her nails dug into my skin as she tried to keep herself from succumbing to the forbidden touch.

“You’re so wet,” I murmured, my voice rough. “So responsive to my shadows.”

Juniper’s eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling as my hands explored her most intimate places. My shadows fingers glided over her swollen folds, teasing her with light touches that left her craving for more.

She gasped, her hips bucking against my touch, her body yearning for release. I felt her inner walls tighten around my shadow fingers, her desire reaching an almost unbearable level.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the music. “I need you, now.”

I hummed. “That requires my real fingers. Are you going to get rid of that nasty rule?”

Juniper whimpered when I slide my shadowy fingers free.

“Yes, yes, please!”

Without hesitation, I slid my real finger inside her, feeling the slick heat of her arousal envelop my digit. Juniper’s back arched, her nails digging deeper into my skin as she tried to hold on to some semblance of control.

“You’re so tight,” I murmured into her ear, my voice taut with desire. “So wet and hot, just like I knew you would be.”

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