Page 52 of Satanic Shadow
Stupid soul.
“Speak,” he orders, his eyes flashing silver. “Think. Think about who and what you are.”
“I’m Seraphine,” I say, breathing the two words out. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, and his gaze drops to my mouth before moving slowly back up to my eyes. “Regardless of who I am, it makes no difference to you. We’re paired up for classes. That’s all.”
He ignores everything I just said. “You’re branded.” His fingers curl around my nape, where the tattoo sits. “You shouldn’t have this. Tell me, or I’ll force the answer out of you.”
My clit pulses. “You can try, but you’ll get nothing out of me.” The tone I normally use with him is gone. Breathlessly, I manage, “Relax. I’ll get laser removal treatment.”
His hand slides to the front of my neck, and his thumb presses into my pounding pulse. “My father was the fucking king of our world before he died and knew everything. So why is it, mortal, that he has no answers about you? Why is it that a human walks into our academy and ends up branded by a realm that no longer exists?”
Don’t kiss her. She’s not real.
His voice is in my head, and I play dumb.
I shrug. “Let me know when you find out.”
His jaw tenses as he glares. The harsh lines of his facial structure are sharp and symmetrical, and I want to feel the arch of his cheekbone under my fingertips. But, instead, I glare back at him. “Or go ask your mother. I’m sure she’ll have more than enough answers. She is, after all, the one responsible for me being here.”
“I’m not speaking to anyone about this until I find out the truth.” He slides his hand up and captures my jaw. “We have sixteen hours left before our assignment is due and class is done for the day.”
“I told you the truth, now are you going to let me go? You’re boring me.”
His eye twitches. “I do not bore you.”
I raise a brow in response. This shadow prince is holding me by the jaw and against a wall, in a room on our own, and I’m giving him an attitude. I must have a death wish.
“Do you forget I can read you so easily? I can hear your pulse racing. It’s like a fucking drum in my ears.” Dane steps into me, chest to chest, and I have to crane my neck back to look at him. “I don’t bore you. I awaken something in you that you can’t control. I can see your eyes dilating.” He inhales deeply, and his eyes close momentarily. “Fuck, the smell of your arousal drives me insane.” He brings my mouth to his and slips his tongue past my lips as I gasp. Something explodes in my head, and he pulls his face away. “I can taste it too.”
I swallow, my toes curling into the soles of my heels. “You’re just rhyming off the senses.”
He hums, placing his free hand on the wall beside my head, still keeping my jaw in his grip. “Then there’s just one more.”
A presence appears behind my knees, and I flinch at the contact of his power wrapping around my legs. I don’t want to look down because breaking eye contact with him seems to be the last thing I want to do. What I can only assume are his shadows slowly crawl up my legs, stopping at the apex of my thighs. They coil tight, and I bite my bottom lip at the sensation.
“So warm and soft, little mortal. If I touch you here…” I let out a whimper as something strokes between my legs, and everything throbs. “Will you be wet?”
“No,” I lie, desperate for him to do it again, but instead, the shadows disappear from around my thighs, wrapping around my wrists and pinning me to the wall.
Dane crashes his mouth down on mine in a punishing kiss, slipping his hand into my hair and tugging. His tongue pushes through my lips, and I’m crushed against the wall by his body. His fingers dig into my scalp, his teeth grazing my bottom lip before sucking on it.
It lasts forty-five seconds before he pulls his mouth away and starts kissing my neck. He nips the area beneath my ear, and I hiss, needing more. He licks and sucks, branding me like the tattoo etched into my skin.
“Dane…” I gasp as his hand leaves the wall beside my face and pulls my shirt open in one movement, the buttons flying across the floor.
My head drops back as he keeps trailing his lips down to my collarbone, stopping just above my bra.
The shadows unravel from my wrists. My hands find their place in his unruly hair, and I’m unsure if I want to drag his mouth back to mine or tighten my grip and wait for him to pull my bra down. My nipples harden, and I want his tongue to swirl around them, to suck each one into his mouth.
“This doesn’t count,” I manage to say. “The kisses need to be sixty seconds each for the—”
His tongue glides over the top of my breast, and my thighs slam together, a moan on my lips.
Dane comes back up and kisses me again, and I melt into it. A rush of desire so thick I can’t breathe infiltrates every part of me. I want him. I want him to lift me up and press every inch of himself against me.
As if hearing my inner thoughts—which he probably has—he captures the back of my thighs and lifts me into him, giving me enough stability to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him harder. Another kiss done. Two left.
My back presses to the wall, and Dane rips his mouth away. “Tell me who you are.”
