Page 87 of Satanic Shadow
God, I feel terrible.
If you can hear me, I’m close to being a corpse here. I’m either unwell, or this curse is kicking my ass.
Then I say it again, out loud.
Nothing.
I feel like an idiot for talking to myself, but I look over to the shadows in the corner, the ones that belong to Dane. “I think I’m dying.”
The silhouettes of the statues don’t move an inch.
I sigh and throw the duvet over my head, burying into my pillow. Coughing, I nearly choke up my lungs for a good three minutes before it settles, and then I pee for the hundredth time today.
If I die on this island over the goddamn flu, I will scream.
Forever the dramatic little mortal, aren’t you?
I stop in the middle of the room as my heart rate instantly accelerates, my head spinning from the pressure of being out of bed. I need to sit down, but I’m frozen in place as I look around.
You can hear me?I ask.
Unfortunately.
I audibly tut.Where are you?I ask, slowly making my way to the bed, trying to ignore the pang of excitement and relief that I’m hearing from him.
Somewhere dark.
I roll my eyes.How descriptive. I thought you said we were too far apart to speak like this when you’re in the dungeons?
Then his voice is there again.It seems I’ve regenerated enough of my powers, no thanks to you, mortal. You seem weaker than usual.
Will there ever be a day you don’t insult me?
No,he replies instantly.
Idiot.
There is an inspection in one hour, then I can come,he says, and, annoyingly, I smile.Does that excite you?
My smile drops. No.
Liar.You are terrible at hiding your emotions. I can feel everything you feel, remember?
My lungs stop working when something wraps around my thigh, and I shove away the duvet to see the shadow of a hand gripping me. A trace of a snake circles my other thigh, and my breath hitches as they force my legs apart.
What are you doing?
Dane’s answer is instant.Passing time. Should I stop?
I gulp, the tether between us pulling taut as my body lifts from the bed, floating an inch in the air as my underwear is moved aside.
This isn’t a task, Dane.
Yet you haven’t told me to stop.
My hair cascades to the pillow as I levitate in mid-air while an invisible force parts my pussy, opening me, and my clit throbs. It drags a groan from Dane through the connection between us, feeling what I feel, the tingling and coiling warmth at the base of my spine.
Don’t stop, I practically moan.
