Page 29 of Claimed By Fangs and Darkness
No more wailing. No more vitriol. The people who’d tried to have me killed no longer existed.
Best of all? They’d failed at killing Idris too.
I was truly the only winner here.
My shadows crawled back to me, and I turned away from their lifeless, ruined bodies. The mansion was quiet save for the low hum of our combined power.
Mine and Kylo’s—the tall weapon of a man whose focus was devotedly trained onme.
My nerves were achingly alive, my sight and hearing sensitive and in tune with the fabric of this world and the great beyond. Would touch feel similarly as intense?
Taste?
I stared at Kylo’s lips.
When his hand slowly reached for my cheek, I didn’t pull away this time.
“You’ve got some blood on you, angel,” he said, voice low but strong.
I wanted to bathe in his strength, cede myself to it. I was blissfully free, the looming threat of the Whitfields no longer hanging over me.
“I don’t forgive you,” I whispered before tugging Kylo’s head down toward mine.
Our lips collided. Kylo’s tongue teased mine. He grabbed my waist, pulling me against him as his cock grew and hardened against me. I moaned into his mouth. The room filled with dark power.
10
EVIE
Kylo’s kiss was painful. His fangs were out. He sucked and nibbled and devoured, and I tasted every ounce of his intensity on my tongue.
His kiss was a command for me to never leave him. His hands at my waist were a mark of possession.
My legs wrapped around him the moment he lifted me. Before I knew it, we were on a fur rug, soft and luxurious under my flushed skin.
Kylo wrapped his hand around my throat. “Damnit, Evie,” he hissed. “Don’t you ever fucking do that to me again.”
I bucked against him, but before I could speak, two of his long fingers were in my mouth. My teeth scraped against them.
Kylo grinned. “Try it. See what happens.”
I bit down.
Kylo had me flipped onto my stomach and pinned to the floor before I could taste blood.
“You can be a bad girl to your heart’s content,” Kylo hissed. “With anyone butme.”
He shoved up the fabric of my lavender dress as my legs flailed.
“Oh, how I’ve missed those adorable kicking feet.”
His shadows curled around my ankles. Kylo’s hand came down against the curve of my exposed ass.
I gasped. I could fight back. I’d barely exerted myself killing the Whitfields.
But I didn’t. My shadows contentedly curled up inside me for a nap, satisfied and well-fed.
I merely squirmed as Kylo spanked me and held me down. A quick succession of slaps until I screamed and my legs shook.
