Page 68 of Satanic Shadow
Fuck.
Being at the back of the room, no one knows what we’re doing—no one knows that I’m trying to grind my pussy against Dane’s hand in a class full of immortal creatures.
I give you permission to touch me.
But as I whimper from the firm press of his thumb against my clit, the professor slams down her large book and tells everyone the class is over.
We mentally and physically break away from each other, temporarily severing the connection, and I try to regulate each breath as he collects his bag. “See you at practice, mortal.”
21
Dane Dalton’s fingers were nearly inside me.
Before I can even summon the confidence to walk to dance practice, I tell the twins to meet me in the courtyard in twenty minutes and quickly rush to my dorm room. I hold my hand to my chest as the tightening gets worse, a throbbing in my head making it nearly impossible to see straight.
Somehow, I make it without passing out.
I slam the door shut, press my back to it, and breathe.
In. Out. In. Out.
Thighs clenching together, I try to ease the tension between them, only adding to the frustration of my brain on fire. My knuckles turn white with the death grip I have on my pleated skirt, my eyes closed, images of him all over me running wild in my mind.
They feel like memories of a life I haven’t lived. They completely overwhelm me.
A young boy with white hair sitting across from me at the extremely large and golden dining table.
The wink he sends me as he and his parents leave our castle.
A kiss on the cheek that has me blushing all over.
Me smiling at the young boy, both of us teenagers. Him gathering the confidence to speak with me despite his nerves. I press my palms to my eyes and beg them to stop, the unknown scenes unfolding in my mind at rapid speed.His soft, tattooed hand taking mine as he helps me onto a tree swing; me letting out a giggle when I fall off and drag him down with me.
The design inked onto my hand transferring to his as fire engulfs us.
My back slides down the door as a wave of grief hits me. Undeniable loss, unexplainable despair that has my heart accelerating. Death. Fire. More death. Screams fill my ears, and no matter how loud I let my own out, they’re louder.
Breathe.
Breathe, Seraphine.
Don’t let it win, my love. Fight. You need to fight.
Stay with me.
Please—stay with me.
A large mass appears in my mind, battling an unknown presence with swords and immense power with a deafening roar of victory, and then everything is quiet.
And I’m in my room.
Confused, I keep inhaling and exhaling, wondering why I was just panicking over nothing. My head, eyes, and ears ache, but I don’t know why. Or why I’m sitting on the floor with my back against the door with a blank mind.
What just happened? Did I pass out?
I stand with furrowed brows and fix my hair, straightening my skirt and shirt, still reeling from what nearly happened with Dane. The feeling is dominating how lost I am, wanting to know why I was on the ground yet thinking of him everywhere.
He was so close to touching me in a class full of students. And I was going to let him. I wanted him to move aside my pantiesand sink two fingers inside me. I wanted it so much, and he knew it. He could feel the wetness on my thighs, the ache in my core that vibrated between us. He would have smelled my arousal, the neediness, my desire to have the shadow prince bring me to orgasm while surrounded by immortal creatures.
