Page 40 of Cast in Shadow
He shoved my knees apart and hiked my thighs up, pausing just long enough to lick his lips. The gleam in his eyes sent another wicked shiver through me. Then his mouth was on me, licking and lapping, devouring me like a starving man presented with his favorite meal.
He yanked me forward again, propping my ass up with his big hands before diving back down.
Fuck, his tongue was magic. I dug my fingers into his hair, riding his face for all I was worth. The pleasure that had started building when he had me by the throat spiraled higher, until I felt the scrape of his teeth on that sensitive nub, tearing a breathless scream from me.
He didn’t stop when my orgasm caught flame or when it burned through me like a wildfire, scorching my blood and sparking along my skin.
I threw my arm over my face, digging my teeth into my forearm to muffle my cries. My thighs shook violently, but still he didn’t let up, not until he’d had his fill. And even then, I knew he wasn’t done.
I hoped he wasn’t done, not when I was still aching for him.
He stood slowly, licking his lips. “Move back.”
I did as commanded, shuffling back with my jeans still tangled around my ankles. Before I made it too far, he grabbed me by my boots and flipped me onto my stomach. His rough hands hauled me up by the hips. A palm connected with my ass in a hard, thumping blow that had me rocking forward with a yelp.
He always knew how to do that just right, so I felt it in my bones, rather than a sharp sting biting at the surface.
After that, he fell silent. There were no more orders or commands. Just heavy breaths that drowned out the millions of thoughts trying to break through into the moment.
An indescribable thrill shot through me when the slow click-click-click of his zipper coming down filled the room. In that moment, I wanted him inside me more than I wanted my next breath. It was a need that pulled my skin tight across my body and made my pulse sing in my veins.
He had to know what he was doing to me.
I propped myself up on my hands and turned to get a better look at him. I wanted to see his face, the hunger in his eyes, the fire inside him that I’d missed for so very long.
Emerson gave me two ragged breaths to take in his disheveled hair and dilated eyes. Those delicious lips. He looked like exactly what he was—a demon riding the edge of control.
He grabbed his cock, dragging the head along my slick center. With his free hand, he grabbed me roughly by the hair and pushed me down until my cheek was pressed against the mattress.
I expected him to say something taunting, to tease or threaten the way he’d loved to back in the beginning. Instead, he didn’t say a word as he lined up his heavy cock and pushed inside me slowly. He just let out a barely audible growl that lit tiny electrical sparks all up and down my body.
The agony that came with stretching to accommodate him was perfection.
He pushed in then inched out before sinking deeper, letting the pressure and pleasure build little by little. A groan escaped me when he bottomed out, sending an indescribable tremor through me.
He was exactly like I remembered, like he was built to fit me perfectly. He ground his hips, making sure I felt every hard inch of him, and everything inside me tightened.
“Not yet,” he warned.
Emerson pulled almost all the way out before slamming back home. I screamed into the blanket, crushing the soft fabric in my fingers. These were the moments I used to live for with him, the pleasure and pain of it all, but I hated the mewling cry that slipped out when he pulled back again.
He leaned down and grabbed my wrist, twisting it behind my back as he took even more of my control. My shoulder ached from the strain, but it was a distant pain compared to the sensation that exploded through me when he drove into me with another punishing thrust.
“You.” He slammed into me again. “Are.” And again. “Mine.”
Doubt slithered through my building pleasure and the searing heat of the moment. Emerson had owned every part of me since the moment we’d met. That was why, when I’d left him a lifetime ago, I’d left everything behind. I’d cut every tie. I’d run from him with just the clothes on my back and not a penny to my name. To truly escape, I’d had to reinvent myself completely.
But even that wasn’t enough because here I was, caught in his web again.
“No,” he growled, releasing my wrist. He yanked me up onto all fours by my hair, twisting my head around to look at him. “Get out of your fucking head, Senna.” He sank into me again, gentler this time, and a weak whimper burned up my throat. “Unless you want me to stop?”
I ground my teeth. “No.” He knew exactly what I wanted. Rough. Wild. And with a bite of pain.
He withdrew again, just as slowly. “Focus on me then. Only me. Right now. Not the past. Not what happens next.” His fingers tightened in my hair, and I braced for impact.
He didn’t disappoint. His cock pistoned into me, hard and deep. My fingers dug into the blanket as I fought to hold myself up.
“This. Moment. Senna.” His ragged voice was a perfect match for my emotions as he pounded into me with each word, his thick cock swelling inside me.
