Page 36 of Safe in Shadow
But he hadn’t been able to. Had he?
The cloudy confusion marred his thoughts, and the nebulous feeling of hatred and discontent festered in him.
Tonight would be a good night to rage and destroy this prison.
Instead, his Sunflower held him, her arm slowly sliding over his shoulder, her wayward blonde curls kissing his cheek.
He turned his head, and their lips met. Fused. He could not move without her touch, could not take his phantom breaths without breathing in her scent, inhaling her taste.
Nyx didn’t mind. If he could somehow bathe in her sunlight, he suddenly knew that he would. Scaring Grace away had not worked. Had not fed whatever it was that passed for a soul. Had not freed him.
But this? Touching her. Being accepted into her arms, her hands on his skin... There was a kind of freedom in that.
Or are you more simple than that?
Maybe part of his craving for Grace was because he wanted to rid himself of the broken, cloudy memory of Cynthia.
Cynthia. The name conjured up words, even if it couldn’t conjure up anything more concrete.
Evil. Beautiful. Conniving.
Grace was... Grace was a testament to her name. She gave grace. Forgiveness for something she didn’t understand, that he couldn’t tell her. She might be digging into his past, but her kindness only offered a way forward.
That taste of freedom.
You don’t have to be evil if you don’t want to.
She is my glimpse beyond the prison’s walls, even though she has come into this prison with me.
“You are remarkable,” he whispered between kisses, rolling his body with sinuous stealth, pivoting from beside her to in front of her, until his shadow enveloped hers.
GRACE’S HAND CRASHEDover the side of the tub to finally turn off the water, but the steam lingered, making a haze of mist that mingled with shadow as she fumbled to get her shorts off.
All the years of feeling like her sex drive was stunted melted away when she felt his shadowy form wrapping around her.
Nyx didn’t need to breathe, but his form pulsed, and his lips were demanding against hers. His voice never rose above a rasp that she had to strain to catch, but somehow that made everything more intense. This passion was secret and stolen. Forbidden. Yes, definitely forbidden. Maybe even dangerous. And yet... she felt so safe in his arms.
Nyx said that he knew there was evil. He knew there were unseen things, but he wouldn't let them touch her. Grace hadn’t felt that sort of safety in a long time. She had even convinced herself that that was a luxury for weaker women, not the strong, independent kind of person she wanted to be.
“This place is so strange,” she whispered the obvious, but he didn’t laugh at her. “Not just the house, but the town. Something feels... off.”
He grunted his agreement, and his slender hips slotted between her open legs. Tendrils of shadows wove around her arms like Virginia creeper, from her fingertips, up her arms, weaving across her shoulders, and making a wild lattice of whispering darkness across her throat.
“But you are the beauty in the strangeness,” he hissed before sliding into her, filling her until she couldn’t hold another inch. “Everything here has been so ugly. Dark. More than you will ever know. Perhaps more than I can ever remember.”
Her eyes were closed as he moved inside of her, his solid form spawning shadows that seemed to cocoon her. The dark, formless mass moved her breasts like skillful hands, and winding tentacles of black crept up her legs, circling her thighs, and met in the middle.
Grace gasped as the shadows clashed over her mound, seeping down to her clit, pulsing and moving with Nyx’s thrusts. “Oh, God...” she panted, throat tight.
This has to be dangerous, doesn't it? He’s inside of me so deep, and surrounding every inch of me...
Safe.
Deadly.
Oh, so fuckinggood.
She moaned as the shadows writhing around her pushed forward while his hard length sank in and held.
