Page 50 of Cursed By Darkness

Zaki arches an eyebrow at me. “You sure you heard me right?”

“Yes. What classifies as sex? If I touch myself, is that enough? Or do I have to be in contact with you?” The words cascade past my lips, even as heat spreads across my cheeks. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but at the same time, I can’t let him die.

Zaki’s lips drop open in surprise. They’re blueish now. He’s not improving with all the waiting. Zaki tries to sit up straighter, then winces at the motion. “Anything sexual, as long as it’s close to me.” He gently holds my fingers, tugging me closer. “Straddle me and touch yourself. I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to.”

I get to my feet, hook my thumbs over my panties beneath the dress, then slide them off. Zaki follows my motions with hooded eyes, but the yellow in his orbs is dim, pale. The heat on my cheeks spreads down my neck as I straddle his lap. Shit, this is a matter of life or death. I shouldn’t be hesitating this much.

Bracing a hand on his thigh behind me, I slowly part my knees. Zaki releases a shuddering breath, his gaze fastened on the spot between my thighs.

“Shit,” he whispers, a hand closing into a fist on the dusty ground. He takes a breath, then meets my gaze. “Do you want me to use my power on you? There’s not much, but—”

“No,” I say, sticking a hand between my legs as if that meant nothing. “I can do this.”

I stroke my lower lips, parting them with two fingers. A normal person would say the situation is too embarrassing and too dangerous, and that she had to pretend to be aroused. That doesn’t fit me at all. It’s Zaki’s eyes on me, the way they grow hooded with desire even when he’s in pain. It’s how his cock swells and twitches in his pants in front of me, and how a sex demon with centuries of experience is somehow aroused by the sight of me. Slipping the tip of my forefinger into my entrance, I collect the wetness to make my glide easier.

Zaki grunts at the sight of it. I bring more of my arousal to my clit, then massage it with gentle but firm circles of my fingers. Pleasure shoots its tendrils across my body, making my hips move. My nipples tighten beneath the flimsy dress, and Zaki takes notice of it. He grunts again, his fist moving closer to me, but never touching me.

And I need it. I need him to touch me.

“Zaki,” I breathe out. The sound of his name makes him shudder again. He looks at me, his eyes a new, burning yellow color. “You can touch me.”

He pulls his upper lip up and makes a sound of delight. His hand comes around my thigh, fingertips sinking into the flesh, kneading me. “Fuck, you’re about to kill me from blue balls,” he murmurs.

I chuckle, but more lust coils low inside me. His power doesn’t touch me, but this connection between us makes shivers of desire race down my legs. I watch him watching me, and I know it’s foolish, but he makes me feel like the most powerful, most beautiful girl in this freaking hellhole.

My clit swells. I gather more wetness, leaning back to give him a better look, then flick my fingers over my clit, skating across the sensitive nub until my jaw drops with the first tendrils of an orgasm. Zaki’s hand ventures up my thigh to my hip. The flap of my dress falls over my hand, so I have to pull it up again.

“You have no idea how good this looks,” he says, eyes eating me up. His voice is stronger, and the wound on his side has stopped bleeding so profusely. I think it’s working. “Even the way your lust feels is different. It seeps into my very bones, and it tastes fucking amazing.”

The way my lust tastes? It must be an incubus thing, but I don’t care to think about it for long. My hips move in time with my hand, every nerve ending in my body buzzing as I approach an orgasm. My eyes don’t leave Zaki’s face, his full lips, his handsome features. And his eyes are on me, everywhere. It’s impossible to deny this scorching attraction between us.

The dress flap falls again. I go to retrieve it, but something cold and hard touches my exposed leg. I look down to find Zaki’s knife pressing into my skin. My motions stop.

“What—?” I start, but the tip of the knife slides up my skin without hurting me until it catches at the seam of the dress.

“This dress is fucking annoying,” he roars, and with a fluid motion, he cuts the dress up the seam. I gasp, but he doesn’t stop, opening the cloth to my upper ribs, leaving my under-boob exposed.

“What the fuck?” I breathe out, trying to sound upset, but my voice comes out as a long, shocked moan. That was hot. Holy shit, I might have nothing to wear now, but that was so hot.

Zaki grips both my hips between his hands, the knife still touching me. He jerks me forward until my pussy lands on his hardness, his face coming closer to mine. “Much better.”

I bury my hand in his hair, tightening the hold. “You could have asked me to take it off,” I whisper against his lips.

“I could, huh?” He folds an arm around my waist, then moves. Fast. Zaki kneels, bending me back until I’m lying with my shoulder blades to the rough ground. I make a face as the dress falls away to my sides, revealing the lower part of my body.

Zaki hovers over me. His cheeks are still pale, but his lips aren’t blue anymore. Though blood sticks to his side and his pants, the wound appears to have closed. He smirks. “The dress is ruined now, either way,” he says, his voice thick with sex. He brings the knife up my ribs, the tip teasing at my skin. I arch up. The scraping makes me sensitive everywhere. “Better get rid of the rest.”

He places the tip of the knife between my breasts, then cuts the material open. My breasts bounce free, and a new wave of slickness leaves me. New kink unlocked. Zaki pulls back to gape at me, the knife tracing down the muscles of my stomach, then up my side and around my breasts. The tip of his knife teases at my nipple, and I make to clamp my thighs closed. He releases a deep sigh.

“You’re fucking glorious,” he says, letting the knife drop to his side. “And you make the prettiest sounds.” He bends closer to me, fingers closing around my jaw. “Tell me I can fuck this pretty pussy now. Please.”

“Mm,” I murmur, pretending I’m giving it a thought. We all know I wanted to bounce the second I started this. “I don’t know. Convince me.”

He smirks as if that’s exactly what he wanted to hear. Zaki tugs his pants down, then kicks them away. He buries a hand into my hair, then his lips come down over mine. He kisses me hard, tongue sweeping over mine with long strokes. His cock taps my pussy, and I arch my back harder, dying to have him inside me. We’ve been teasing for too long, and I’m dying to feel his body joining mine.

He breaks the kiss, then latches his lips onto my earlobe. “I’ll make you beg, little moth. Don’t worry about that.” And without warning, his other hand skitters down my stomach to take the place of my fingers over my clit.

Zaki and I moan together, even when I’m the one being pleasured. He circles and flicks and skates his fingertips over my clit, as if he’s always known my body. There’s a weird sense of familiarity to it, and a novelty at the same time. Zaki knows how to work me, even when he’s never had me. He massages me with a hand, his other gripping at my hair as he abuses my ear. He laps and licks and bites, then takes that treatment south to my throat. Nibbles and hard bites, he sucks on me until I’m sure I’d be covered in hickeys if I had a body.

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