Page 43 of Satanic Shadow
“Something like that.” He huffs. “Are you done? We have wasted nearly twenty minutes on you being a drama queen over nothing.”
“This isn’t nothing. We need to kiss, Dane.”
Hands grip my hips and pull me closer, but Dane’s haven’t moved. I look down, my pulse instantly spiking. With his shadow hands holding me in place, Dane slants his head, so I liftmy gaze to clash with his. “It’s nothing. Stop talking and close your eyes.”
I go to speak again but shut my mouth. My eyelids fall, and everything around me turns to darkness. He’s looking at me, and I can feel his breath against my face, as if he’s leaning down.
“Do you consent to me doing this?” he asks in a whisper, shadow fingers digging into my hips. Not painfully but enough to make my body hum in response. “Do I have your permission to do…” He dips his head fully, and my heart hammers in my chest. His lips are a breath away, and when his nose nudges mine, he takes my bottom lip between his teeth, pulling back until it snaps into place. “This?”
I swallow, nodding slowly, both in sync with each inhale and exhale.
“Words, mortal,” he hisses. “Follow your own rules and give me fucking words.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Do you?” I tilt my head back, and our lips touch softly for a split second before I ease back to look at him. A low vibration floats between us.
“I do,” he replies, and without hesitation, he snatches my nape and smashes his lips to mine.
It’s like a bomb goes off around us. A halogenic reaction as our combined forces desperately grab for anything to be completed, intensifying with the low groan Dane lets out.
Something tugs inside me as I break the connection, a rope to my chest, yanking me closer to Dane as I press my mouth to his to feel the detonation once more.
It’s a rush between us, and it’s addictive. He must feel it too because his heart is racing as I lift my hand to his chest, pushing him against the back of the chair.
Fuck.
The word echoes between us, and it’s his low voice, his muttered four letters. It repeats as I pull back ever so slightly,looking into his silver eyes, at his dark lashes, smooth skin, and razor-sharp jawline, before kissing him again. Harder. Crushing my mouth to his.
He tastes exactly as I expected.
“Is this okay?” I ask him because I can feel his discomfort building. It’s like a sixth sense between us now. “We can stop.”
“Quit cutting us off before one minute,” he says against my mouth. “It’s fine.”
Liar, I think.He is hating this.
Dane’s lips are softly caressing mine as his ghost hands trail up my sides, settling at my ribs. I gasp into his mouth as, with one swift move, he tugs me to my feet and into his lap, my legs to each side. “When I say it’s fine, I mean it’s fucking fine.”
With his grip on my nape still, he snakes his arm around the small of my back, drawing my mouth to his once again. Our lips part as I settle in his lap, Dane running the tip of his tongue against mine.
I never thought I’d say this, but I’m kissing my worst enemy. The guy who wants me dead. I’m sitting on him, kissing him, with his tongue moving against mine like a starved animal.
His fingers slide into my hair, the other hand coming to replace the shadow on my hip. I try not to gyrate my lower half, even though bolts of electricity are ricocheting through my body, screaming for me to feel him between my legs.
Dane’s grip tightens, pushing me back on his legs to keep me from feeling his obvious erection.
I’m not sure, but I think the minute necessary for this first kiss of the task is up.
Reluctantly, I say, “That’s probably enough for the assignment.”
“Yeah,” he replies, our noses nudging, both breathless, swollen lips magnetized together once more.
We aren’t stopping. If anything, it gets deeper as his tongue slips into my mouth with more hunger before he traps my bottom lip between his teeth and then kisses it.
I reciprocate by sucking on his tongue, tasting him, devouring him.
A deep groan pulls between us, and Dane caresses his mouth to mine again. I’m warm, as if the room is heating up. I want to remove our clothes and feel skin on skin, bare, naked, sweating and writhing in pleasure.
His hands explore everywhere they can in my uniform.
