Page 53 of Satanic Shadow
“I’m Seraph—”
His mouth shuts me up. His tongue slips into my mouth once more, both of our heads tilting to deepen the kiss.
I can feel his heart racing against my chest, and as his hands roam my body, I arch into him, needing so much more.
A minute passes, and he pulls away again. “That’s four. One more, mortal.”
I gasp as he thrusts forward, his solid cock rubbing against my wet pussy. He bites my jaw, nipping down the side and sucking my throat so hard, I pulse between my legs and tighten them around him.
“Come to my room tonight,” he says as he lets me go, and I nearly tumble to the floor. I catch myself, breathless, my lips raw. “We’ll get it over with.”
I lean against the wall and close my shirt, my obvious arousal vanishing like his shadows. “We aren’t allowed on your side of the castle, dickhead. It’s prohibited.”
Dane steps into me again, and I’ve never suffered so much whiplash in my life. He digs his thumb under my chin and tilts my head back. “Come to my fucking room. Understand?”
I smack his hand away. “Just kiss me one last time now.”
There’s a challenge in my tone, annoyance, and for some reason, I hate how much a part of me wants him to kiss me again. It’s like a visceral need to feel his lips on mine, to suck on his tongue and have his hands roam my body.
Dane’s eyes darken. “You have to try to control your thoughts around me. I might get the wrong idea. Desperate for task four? Desperate to have my fingers inside you?”
I stare at him, unable to look away. My skirt is bunched up at my hips, my underwear on display. I’m panting, and all I can think about is having him all over me.
“I might think you actually want me to finger-fuck you.”
I attempt to keep every image in my mind at bay.
Without waiting for me to say anything, he leans forward. His harsh breaths are on my lips, his pupils dilated so much I can barely see the silver wanting to light up the entire changing room.
“Tell me I’m wrong, human.”
I shake my head. “This will be done if you just kiss me again. It’s not a big deal. People kiss all the time. You’re honestly so dramatic.”
Apparently, Dane doesn’t like what I just said. His jaw strains, and his eyes flash with annoyance.
I stay silent. Waiting. Needy and wet and unable to concentrate on anything but his mouth, his cock straining in his pants, his hands. I want his hands on my naked body.
If I kiss her again, it will be done, I hear his thoughts, but I don’t make it obvious.I’m not ready for this to be done.
He keeps staring at my mouth. “I can feel how much you want me.” As he runs his thumb across my swollen lips, bringing the bottom one down until it snaps back into place, he smirks. “My room at midnight.”
Stepping away from me, he waves his hand, and my shirt repairs, my skirt lowering to its proper position on my thighs. “And stay away from Valin. He’s looking to claim you, and I don’t share.”
16
The twins thankfully join me on a late-night walk, since the rain is off and the wind is calm, giving the surroundings a dark aesthetic and ethereal feeling. It takes us just under half an hour to walk from the castle to the stone beach, before stopping to appreciate the way the still waters reflect the moonlight.
There’s a forcefield stopping us from going further, a magical block to keep everyone on the island, but it’s invisible. I place my hand close to the perimeter, and a buzz shoots through my palm, like little electric shocks. The scenery ripples before us and only goes back to normal when I pull my hand away.
It’s just after nine, and I only know that because the twins tell me. I seem to be the only person who doesn’t know how to tell the time without having a watch or a clock.
A light breeze whooshes my hair into my face, and I tuck it behind my ears. “Not gonna lie, as much as I enjoy spending time with you two, I can’t wait to get home and lie in my own bed for hours while reading a book.”
“Was that your life before?” Mel asks, all three of us looking out into the vast ocean. “Laying in bed and reading?”
“No,” I reply. “It was a little more exciting than that. I had a job, people I got drunk with, and someone who was a friend, yet we slept together. No emotions involved. Just fun. A quickie.”
Poppy looks at me then her sister. “A quickie? Is that not what Orsen asked you for last night, Mel? What does that mean?”
