Page 62 of Satanic Shadow
“I gave you my shirt.”
I sneer. “How caring of you.”
“Are you done?”
“Are you?” I retort.
He grabs the collar of the shirt I’m wearing and yanks me to him. My perfidious hormones light up like sparklers. “With you?” Dane’s eyes burn into my soul. “No. Not even close.”
“Because of the assignments.”
Without responding, he turns us, pressing the bottom of my back to his desk. I grip the edge, white-knuckled, waiting for his next move. What will it be? Another dip in the lake? A head dunk in the bathtub? Calling me names, or maybe he’ll go one step further and actually cause me some sort of pain?
He can see it in my eyes—my unsureness of his movements, of the way he holds the material of the collar in his fist, of the rigidity of his jaw and every muscle while he lifts me onto the hard surface.
Dane confuses me. How he blows hot and cold, the soft way he caressed my skin as he tasted my mouth and then claimed me as his own—by saying he doesn’t share—yet proclaiming behind my back that I’m disgusting.
A body is a body, he said earlier.
Fine. Then that’s all he is to me. He’s nothing but an assignment.
Before he can take control of our last kiss, I snatch his jaw and pull his mouth to mine. He doesn’t stop me or do anything but kiss me back with equal measure. My legs fall open on instinct, and as Dane settles between them, I use my free hand to tug down the shirt to cover myself while I part my lips and let his tongue slip against my own.
Something snaps between us, like the first time we kissed, and the world blew up around us. A crack in the island. A wave high enough to swallow the entire castle in seconds. It’s like a stress ball exploding, a group of fireworks lighting up the dark sky while a crowd cheers, and a rush of adrenaline spikes in my veins.
I can sense it all through him too, amplifying the exhilarated, powerful feeling. It bounces from me, to him, then back to me, again and again and again. I almost moan from the intensity. My hand slips into his hair, bringing him even closer to me, and the deep groan he releases vibrates through my entire being.
All previous thoughts of protecting my self-respect are slowly simmering away, but I clutch at them fiercely, the same way my other hand shoots up and tangles in his hair, pulling his mouth from mine.
I whisper against his lips, “I don’t like you. In fact, I hate you the most out of all the immortal creatures in this school.”
“Is that why you’re enjoying kissing me so much? You intentionally stopped us again before the full minute again, didn’t you?” he asks, snatching my bottom lip between his teeth. “My shadows are hiding from you.” His palms slide under the shirt concealing my body, stopping at my hips. “They quiver when you’re around, and nothing scares them. They think you’re sadistic and evil, and that you’re going to be my end. If that’s the case, and you’re really here to kill me, then you might as well get full use of me, am I right?”
I swallow, the coiling sensation at the base of my spine like an enraged snake, trying to slither into my veins with a hiss of its tongue. A veil of darkness creeps under his door, through his windows, gathering around his shoes. “I’m not here to kill you.”
“But you would like to kill me…”
“Sometimes.”
He smirks. “Do I have permission to do this…?” He lifts his hand from my hip, taking the side of my face in his palm. He strokes my cheek with his thumb, a lot more intimate than he probably planned. Slowly, so slowly that goosebumps take over, Dane curls his fingers at the nape of my neck. The other hand squeezes my hip, caressing the naked skin there. “To hold you like this?”
Somehow, through the nerve endings exploding, I manage, “Do you want permission?”
“Yes.”Fuck, yes, I need your permission. I’ll always need your permission.“But only if you want to give it.”
I let go of his shoulders and press my hands to his chest, where his shirt has unfastened, so his naked skin is on display. His heart rattles against my hand, and a wave of nerves smashes into me. His nerves. “One last kiss?”
Dane doesn’t blink as he searches my face. “If that’s what you want.”
My palms slide down to unbutton the rest of his shirt, his pupils dilating in the middle of the sharp silver. His breaths are labored as I untuck his shirt from his pants to get the last two buttons, and he adjusts his grip on me so I can slide his sleeves off before placing his hands back on my body.
“Once this task is done, I want to know more about the Shadow Realm.”
He licks his lips, pulling me to the edge of the desk, his hardening cock pressing against my inner thigh. His shirt bunches at my hips, and I’m fully aware that if he looks down past my face, there’s a chance he might see me. It scares me more that I don’t care. “Fine.”
“Fine.”
Dane, using his grip on my nape, pulls my mouth to his once more and doesn’t wait around to slip his tongue past my lips. I don’t pay attention to the shadows appearing, though I’m fully aware they’ve returned, maybe to see if I’m going to slay their master. To see if my sadistic and evil ways will result in me slitting open Dane’s throat and watching him bleed over my naked body.
