Page 96 of Satanic Shadow
I sense the spike in nerves between us, but also a hint of excitement. There’s a long pause, and I’m desperate for him to speak, to tell me that we can. It’ll take my mind off my soul rattling. And also because, well… I want him.
“Fine. Can you keep your hands to yourself?”
“Can you?” I retort as I lift my hips and tug down my shorts.
I gulp as Dane digs the towel from beneath the sheets and tosses it on the floor. It’s dark out, the glow from the candle’s flame highlighting his face and tanned abs. I want to drag my tongue against them.
Dane groans. “Your mind is very open right now, human.”
My cheeks heat, but nerves take over as he completely removes the duvet, my bottom half exposed.
“Why are you hiding yourself?” He gestures to my closed legs, my hiked knees, and the way I’ve covered myself with my hand. “I’ve seen it all before.”
He rests on the pillow beside me, not hesitating to fist his cock and watch me as I slowly part my legs.
“Keep thinking of what you want to do with that tongue.”
I go to playfully slap his arm but remember the rules.
We can’t touch.
Dane’s mind is closed off, which I find extremely selfish as he dives into mine.
The silhouettes are fading into the walls, hiding, giving us space as the flames of the candles grow larger. I should be concerned about the weather randomly changing from calm to an incoming storm, but my eyes are on Dane’s hand as he works the length of him.
“What is your tattoo?”
He chuckles, trapping his lip between his teeth before releasing it. “I’ll tell you another time.”
I stare at the largeness of him. I still can’t see the ink there, and I so badly want to know what it is, but I’m too focused on his veiny hand gripping his girth and stroking to push for an answer. “Task six is going to kill me,”
“You’ll manage. Now open your legs for me.”
I let my legs fall open, my knees to the mattress on each side.
“Show me how you get yourself off.”
I swallow, my nipples tightening under my top as my fingertip grazes my clit. I look away from his face, keeping my attention on his hand as I circle, arching my back as I tease my entrance with my middle finger.
Without stopping his up-and-down movement, Dane shifts forward, closer, so he can see and hear the sounds my pussy makes as I sink two fingers deep inside. His jaw clenches, free hand fisting as I thrust my fingers, pleasuring myself while I watch him stroking his cock.
My eyes roll, my toes curling as I arch my back and grip the sheets, feeling my walls closing over my fingers repeatedly. “Keep going,” Dane orders as he strokes himself faster, both of us breathing heavily, the room growing hotter as whimpers and moans mix between us.
His foot touches mine, a graze, but it’s enough to drag me out of my build-up to frown at him.
We just failed task five.
“Really, Dane?” I blurt, pulling my fingers out and slapping his chest while he keeps stroking himself with his hand. “You just touched me!”
Dane flinches and stares down, his eyes lifting to my hand. “Did you just put your pussy juice all over me?”
My cheeks heat, seeing the wetness on his chest as mortification overwhelms me. “No. And please don’t say it like that ever again.”
He reaches up, scraping some of it with his thumb and lifting it to his mouth. My eyes widen as he closes his lips around his thumb, sucking the taste of me from it. “Hmm. Not bad for a human.”
I can’t help it. I shove him back with force and smack his chest again. Despite my horror and anger, he grins.
“Stop with the insults, you asshole!”
