Page 54 of Crimson Shadows
“Fuck, Zaiah,” I pant. “Don’t stop.”
“Never,” he growls, his voice raw.
He plunges his cock inside my pussy with one swift stroke, and I cry out, arching my back and bucking my hips. It’s hard and fast, then achingly slow, teasing me to the edge. Each thrust stokes the fire in my blood, the Vesper part of me alive and clawing at the surface.
“Addy,” Zaiah whispers, his lips brushing my ear. “You feel so fucking good.”
His words are a caress as I roll us over, needing to take control. His hands explore every inch of me, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples. The room is a blur as I circle my hips, driving us both wild.
“That’s it, Addy. Make me come like a good boy.”
My eyes snap open at these murmured words that have lit a whole new fire in me. “Fuck,” I gasp.
“More,” he begs shamelessly. “Give me more.”
I respond by capturing his mouth in another kiss, silencing his pleas as I pick up the pace, riding him hard and fast.
“Christ, you’re tight,” he mutters. His fingers find my clit, circling slowly, which has me teetering on the edge.
But I don’t want it yet. I want this to last.
“Ride me with your vampire speed,” he pants. “Give me everything.”
I hesitate. I don’t have vampire speed.
But even as I think it, I know it’s not true. I can feel it bubbling up. I can feel my hips moving faster.
My focus sharpens, and an ache in my teeth has me gasping in pain. Running my tongue over my top teeth, I hiss when I slice my tongue open. “Fuck,” I mutter. My nails have sharpened to claws, and I dig them into his chest.
He groans, his cock jerking wildly inside me as I turn him on. “That’s it, Mistress. Hurt me, make me bleed for you.”
“Zaiah...” His name is a mantra, a prayer, as I lose myself in the sensation. There’s no room for thought, only feeling—the rod of his cock buried deep inside me, the pressure of his fingers, the relentless build of pleasure.
“Come for me, Addy,” Zaiah urges, his voice desperate for my release. “I need to feel you.”
My response is a muffled cry, my body tightens as I convulse, my pussy clutching his cock as I come apart. Zaiah’s groans mix with my moans, raw and unfiltered.
“Fuck, yes,” I gasp, riding out the waves of my climax.
Zaiah grips my hips and, with a quick motion, slams me back to the bed, pounding into me so hard I think I might break.
His movements become erratic, giving way to something primal. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and with one final thrust, he stiffens above me as he unloadsinto me, filling my pussy with so much cum, I can feel it sliding back out.
Panting, I cling to Zaiah, our sweat-slicked bodies pressed against each other as we both reach that shattering brink. His cock pulses inside me, each thrust sending shockwaves through my core.
“Addy,” he growls, and the sound of my name on his lips is like a spark to tinder.
“Zaiah, I—” Words fail me; they’re useless when every part of me is focused on this crescendo of pleasure. But it’s not just the orgasm. It’s the touch. The intimacy of the moment, the connection of our souls. Tears fill my eyes as the thought of him leaving me is agonising.
For a moment, time stills. We’re frozen in time, chests heaving, the only sound our ragged breaths syncing in the silence.
But then what I know is reality, seeps back in. The dream’s grip loosens, but the intensity of what we’ve shared lingers, tethering me to Zaiah with an invisible thread.
“Fuck, I don’t want this to end,” I whisper, feeling the dreamworld slip away as I hold on tight to his strong arms to keep him with me.
Zaiah’s fingers trace my jawline, a quiet promise in the gesture. “I’m never far away, Addy.”
And then it’s just darkness, the memory of his touch burning on my skin. I’m left gasping for air, aching for more, knowing that when I open my eyes, the room will be empty—but the connection, that fierce and fiery bond that I now know is the tugging in my soul, will remain.
