Page 73 of Satanic Shadow
“So wet for me, human,” he says with a groan, caressing me as he rubs against my core, his eyes lighting up as I moan. “So much hate, yet you want me to keep going, don’t you?”
I nod, and the invisible vine tightens around my throat, forcing me to stare at the ceiling of the black dome, stopping me from seeing what he’s doing.
“Words.”
“Yes,” I breathe, trying to slam my thighs together to ease the tension as he moves his hand away. My clit throbs to be touched, to be kissed and licked and stimulated.
My heart pounds with exhilaration and something far more terrifying as Dane appears above me, resting his elbow beside my head, the shadow hands still keeping my thighs open for him.
His gaze stays on me as he shifts aside my underwear then smirks as he sinks a finger into me, making my entire body tense. His ring is cold against my heat, pressure I can barely handle as he sucks on his lip again. He eases his finger into the knuckle, pressing his thumb to my clit and circling. I try not to moan, but I can’t stop the sound from leaving my throat.
I’ve been fingered before, and it’s never felt like this. I’m not sure if it’s a magical thing, or if his powers make the tingling sensation more intense, but as he pushes a second finger in, my toes curl, my hands shooting up and fisting at his shirt.
I want to grind against his hand, but the hold the shadow hands have on me keeps me completely still.
They caress my thighs as Dane fucks me with his fingers, watching me, not breaking eye contact as he thrusts in and out, his thumb pressing harder to my clit and making my back arch off the ballroom floor.
My breath catches, and I screw my eyes shut as another wave of pleasure smacks into me. I’m tipping over the edge as he snatches my jaw.
“Look at me,” he grits, the shadow hands opening me wider. “Fucking look at me.”
I do, and as soon as I see the hunger in his eyes, a coiling heat starts at the base of my spine, swiftly wrapping around it to the tattoos on my neck. They tingle, sending similar waves ricocheting around my body, my nerves on fire as I let out a strangled moan.
His strong shoulder rises and falls in my vision as he drives into me.
Whatever pleasure I’m feeling, it’s vibrating across a bridge between us. And I can feel him harden, swelling against my outer thigh, his own pleasure tightening at his balls.
His jaw tenses, my walls clutching at his fingers as my pleasure builds to blinding heights.
We don’t break eye contact as he sinks deeper, as my arousal soaks my thighs and puddles on the floor beneath me. The thumbs of the shadow hands rub at the sides of my pussy, parting me wider as Dane adds another finger, sending me crashing into a world of no return.
My vision blurs, and my muscles spasm as my walls clench over his fingers repeatedly. I shake under him, the orgasm rippling through me as Dane curls his fingers deep inside me and fucks me harder, faster, deeper, licking his lips as he watches me unravel.
No one around us knows that I’m screaming. That my mouth drops open, that I grip his clothes with desperation as my orgasm hits its pinnacle, and the white flashes before my eyes slow down.
For a split second, I recognize the man above me.Reallyrecognize him. The man who fastened my corset after a night of making love then escaped the room before my father caught us.
A kiss to my hand.
The deafening scream of his mother when a knife lodges in his chest.
I gasp and stare at him in disbelief. “Dane?”
A tear slips down my cheek, and the recognition comes over to Dane. He nods once, pulling his fingers from my core and wiping away the tears. “If you’re ready—stay. Stay with me.”
My lips part with words I need to say. They’re on the tip of my tongue, but dizziness has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
The darkness drops over me like a veil, a whisper against my ear of a voice I don’t recognize. It tells me to let go.
An explosion in my mind has me wincing, and he takes my cheek in a soft hold, swiping another tear. “Seraphine, focus.”
“I can’t.” The vine around my neck and the shadow hands at my thighs vanish, and I sit up, wrapping my arms around him and holding on for dear life. “I can’t, Dane. I c-c-can’t.”
I have so much to say to him, but as all the thoughts start to fade, I struggle to contain the crying, the sobs into his chest, the thick presence of loss and guilt and rage.
Then everything goes silent, and my body goes ramrod straight in his hold.
Dane is cradling me against him, and I frown, pulling away, unsure why I’m so upset or why he looks so worried. He lets go of my cheek, and the expression drops.
