Page 82 of Satanic Shadow
Does it hurt?
I’ll stop.
You have me until you no longer need me.
Marry me, not him.
I’m not sure how long or how many times, but each time one releases, the other follows—a back and forth that has us dropping to the floor and panting in our mess. He covers my mouth with his palm just as he presses his thumb to my clitand rubs, easing more of his cum inside me with his fingers, stretching me as his length swells in my hand.
“Should we skip straight to our most awaited task? Should I fuck you into oblivion and keep you trapped there?”
I nod and squeeze his cock in my hand. There is so much cum from us both that I have no idea how we have the energy to keep going, but I know we can.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” I wince as he pulls his fingers from me, gathers his cum from my thigh, and drives his fingers between my lips, shoving them into my throat as his knuckles hit my teeth.
Dane hums. “Such a good little human.”
I gag around them, tasting the mixture of his cum and mine as he drags them back out against my tongue with dilated pupils.
He rubs his thumb across my bottom lip, a mass of shadows gathering above him as they urge us on.
Dane’s voice is deep as he says, “Part your thighs so I can fuck you.”
I don’t think about protection or birth control, though I really should.
I widen my legs, and he shifts so he’s above me, my back to the tiles. He strokes himself once, my eyes zoning into the glowing tattoo on the underside of his cock.
I want to ask him what the tattoo is, but all I can focus on is having it inside me.
“Remember, you asked for this. I warned you before what could happen if I fucked you.”
“Don’t make me hate you even more,” I reply, panting. “Hurry up.”
“This changes nothing between us.”
“Agreed,” I fire back.
A smile breaks out across my face, and his silver eyes flash with his own smile as he lowers his body onto mine.
“Take a deep breath,” he whispers, his nose nudging mine as he lines his cock up to my entrance.
Before he can crash his mouth down on mine or thrust his cock inside me, his room door is blasted open, and the castle guards storm in.
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We are so close. So, so close to having sex. If I had power, I’d snap all their necks and order Dane to screw me already.
Dane growls into my ear in annoyance before throwing a blanket over my naked body as the guards continue filtering into his dorm room. The bathroom door is slightly ajar but open enough that they see us without having to search.
Whatever high we were climbing to is instantly diminished, even though my pulse is still spiking and my body aches for him to kill them all, toss aside the blanket, and sink into me until I’m seeing stars.
Instead, I’m panting and watching Dane pull up his pants, catching a glimpse of the glowing tattoo on the underside of his cock again. He cracks his neck, readying himself.
I cradle the fabric to my sticky skin and press my back to the bathtub, my heart nearly pounding out of my chest as the building high is slowly replaced by terror.
The guards don’t hesitate to shackle Dane, and he doesn’t fight against them, chuckling at their efforts to drag him away.
My breath hitches as a black mass smashes into one guard’s chest as he attempts to cuff me. He lets out a string of swear words, groans, and slides down the wall, holding his fist to his body and wincing as he tries to stand.
