Page 181 of Shadowblood Souls
I press against him, the heat of his body coursing into mine. The caress of my hands over his bare chest brings a groan to his lips.
More, more, more.
He yanks up my tank top, our lips breaking apart for just long enough to toss it aside. As his fingers fumble with the clasp of my bra, both of his tentacles tease over my ribs and across my belly.
I shiver with need. It isn’t even close to enough.
I thought the desperate wildness that came over me with Andreas had to do with it being my first time. But it seems it was because it was my first time withhim, and the shadows inside me crave the new connection with Dom just as much.
Or maybe it’ll always be this intense with any of the guys, no matter how many times we’ve already been together. All I know is the haze coursing through my veins alongside my blood is straining toward Dominic.
The hunger has become a keening echoing in the back of my ears. My fingers dig into Dominic’s naked back, and I have to will my claws to stay in.
Some part of me wants to split him right open and mingle our essence in that way too.
The deepest ache pulses between my legs. As Dom cups my freed breasts, swiveling his palms against my nipples, I whimper, both at the sparks of sensation and the yearning for connection not yet fulfilled.
I want to savor this moment, but my body is crying out in agony to completely unite. I arch into his caresses—and cant my hips toward the bulge behind his jeans.
Dominic groans against my mouth. He kisses me with even more force, applying the same principle to my breasts with a sharp tweak of my nipples that leaves me gasping.
Before I can even think about it, my hands have leapt to his fly.
“I want…” he mumbles. “I need… Oh, God, Riva.”
I nod my head in little jerks, my fingers yanking at the button. “Yes. Please.”
Neither of us has much idea what we’re doing. I’ve only collided with someone like this once before, lost in the passion of the moment, and he’s never been with anyone for real.
But the shadows rippling through us know what they want. Every movement comes to me without needing to think. Like it’s meant to be.
Shove Dominic’s pants down his thighs. Pump his rigid shaft through his boxers. Inhale his moan into my lungs.
He hooks his fingers around the elastic waist of my cargo pants and yanks them down. They skip over the ledge I’m perched on and tumble off my legs.
His hand delves between my legs, somehow both satisfying some of my desperate hunger and sending my desire spiking even higher.
“You are perfect,” he insists in a low voice as he wrenches my drenched panties off me. “Fucking perfect. Every part of you. Everything you can do.”
I don’t argue—I can’t. I’m soaring too high on the heady sensations, tangled up too much in the writhing of my blood.
I grip his ass and tilt forward, and he plunges into me like he was always meant to be there.
Yes. Yes. This is what I needed most.
This is how we become complete.
We rock over the drawer unit, Dominic bucking deeper and deeper into me. His breath has gone ragged, but so has mine.
His tentacles trail up and down the sides of my body, drawing even more pleasure from my flesh. I kiss him wildly, lost in the same sense of merging I felt with Andreas.
Our essence is flowing together. Our breaths are mingling.
We move together as one being, bliss blazing through both of us in tandem.
My claws pop out. Dominic’s tentacles shudder.
He sweeps them right over my breasts and grips my hips to pull me even tighter against him. His cock sinks so deep it hits a spot inside me that makes my thoughts spin, and then fragment, and then?—
