Page 89 of Satanic Shadow
There’s a crack in the air, and I yelp as Dane materializes on top of me, pinning me down by the wrists as he starts painfully siphoning the curse from my soul.
My fingers tingle as the tendrils transfer to his own skin, his eyes the brightest silver despite the pain he’s currently feeling. Black clouds puff around the silver, and I can’t avert my gaze.
“Yes, trained,” he rasps as he uses his knee to part my legs, settling between them. I’m bare. He’s fully clothed but unzipped. But despite the material, I can feel he’s still hard. He pressesagainst me, drawing a breathy moan from my lungs. “What do you think the tasks are for, little mortal?”
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Dane Dalton can suck my imaginary dick.
I mean it. If I had one, it would be freakishly big, deadly thick, made of sandpaper, with blades poking out from every angle, and I would make him suck it until he begged me with his eyes to stop.
Then I’d watch him bleed to death.
An exaggerated sigh brings me back to the present as Dane pinches the bridge of his nose. “I really hate that I can hear what you’re saying in your mind. Sometimes it’s funny, but other times I think there is something genuinely wrong with you. Did you hit your head one of the times you tried to escape?”
He dodges a candle I throw at his face.
“And you’re violent. I think you forget I could stop your heart without even looking at you.”
“Shut up, asshole. If you ever want to pass mortal studies, then stop being a douche and actually pay attention.”
“So moody,” he muses, narrowing his eyes at me. “Was your first day back at classes not to your liking?”
My eye twitches as I look down at my notes. “I was distracted.”
He hums, lifting the textbook on electronics. He really needs to soak up the information like a sponge. The guy knows nothing about humans. I nearly died when he said he had no idea what a TV was—or a gaming console for that matter. So, since he can’t attend any classes but is still being forced to take his tests in the dungeons, I’ve agreed to help him.
But when I made an appearance in class yesterday, I couldn’t focus. I had a headache, and all I kept thinking about was the night before.
When he siphoned the curse, it overwhelmed us both and we dropped onto the floor in a heap. A connection formed between us, and Dane reached out to me and pulled me into his mind. Everywhere was blurry, dreamlike, echoes around us, and each breath in and out of my lungs felt fake. I initially panicked, but he kept his hand in mine as he pulled me through the corridor of his tower.
I followed him into his room, all hazy and full of fog. I could hear soft moans coming from the bathroom and gasped when I saw us both, therealus, collapsing to the floor with my hand on his cock and his fingers touching me.
There was a burning sensation on my hands, and when I looked down, the black veins were twirling around my fingers and up my wrists.
Dane told me to watch, to focus on us.
I could feel it all, and the intensity of pain mixing with pleasure had me screwing my eyes shut. My thighs clenched, and my lungs tightened from a wave of euphoria hitting me just as my true self began to writhe beneath the real Dane.
We were ghosts watching ourselves, and I got turned on by it.
I kept my eyes closed, desperate for release, to go back to my real body and feel it in the flesh. To tell Dane to finish the tasks, regardless of how dangerous it would be.
“Open your eyes, human,” he ordered me, and when I did, he came up from behind and held my nape, his other hand a ghost on my hip. “Watch what I do to you.”
We were dragged from the dream the moment the guards burst into the room, and a vortex of white pulled me back to my own body, where we lay on my bedroom floor, panting, the curse seeping into Dane’s sweating skin.
He lifted me into bed, told me to sleep, and that he’d see me later.
I could still feel it all as if it just happened, as if the back and forth of our orgasms were still vibrating like a wire between us.
The echoes of his orgasm are still zapping through my every nerve ending now, setting them alight whenever the images come to mind. His touch and taste and the way his eyes glazed over when he shoved his cum inside me are permanently etched into my mind.
Since the night I levitated in the air and fucked myself with my own hand, with Dane’s voice in my ear, I’ve been feral.
Earlier, when the world around me went silent, a coiling sensation bloomed down low. My nipples tightened, my thighs clenched uncontrollably with the need for friction, and a building pleasure had me standing from my seat in the class I was in and excusing myself for the rest of the lesson.
I hurried to my room, lay in bed with my hands fisting the sheets, and tried to work out why I was still feeling the after-effects of Dane Dalton. I wanted to slide my fingers between my legs and hear his voice telling me what to do.
