Page 14 of Virgin Lust

I needed to devour her. She’d kill me if she kept dry humping me. Stopping her, I growled. “Your clothes are in the way. Give me a second.”

She froze and then quickly backed up, nearly stumbling. “No.”

“No?” I echoed.

“This wasn’t what I wanted.”

The rejection stung. The wordnotriggered something dark within me—a part I tried to keep deeply buried. My body shimmered, skin and bones fading away in patches, and my black soul revealed. I stared and stared until she squirmed under my searing gaze. I wanted to cut her down with it until all she felt was my longing. Instead, her fear tainted the richness of her arousal and dampened her skin with sweat. Her wide eyes darted over me. My forehead crinkled as the pain settled in my chest. I fought the urge to rub it. Why did she fear my response to her? I wanted nothing more than to take care of her.Nowand forever. Shemustunderstand that. I would show her.

I prowled closer and the ache in my chest intensified as her fear heightened. I felt it as if it were my own. A battle within me raged.Too much,one-part reasoned.Not enough,the other replied. My demon was too dominating right now.She’s mine.Mine to take care of. Mine to worship. Mine todevour.

She watched me closely, inching back with each step I took. “Shepherd, what are you doing?”

Hearing my name reminded me I was once human. That I fought to remainhumane. “You know my name.” But it was also that moment, the wariness in her voice that reminded me I wasn’t human at all, and it was time to embrace that. “And yet, you haven’t given me yours.”

Her throat tightened as she swallowed. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

Her gaze fell to my cock, and she swallowed heavily again, red flaming her cheeks. “Fucking Hades.” She staggered, squeezing her legs together. Holding her stomach, she fell to her knees, and her rich arousal filled my senses. My nostrils flared. It was more potent than before. I was no longer intoxicated by her. In that moment, I became spellbound.

Need her.

Want her.

Must have her.

But when her gaze lifted again, her pupils dilated as she looked at my chest. I followed her line of vision to the pink goat. “Oh, Hades.”

I pointed at the tattoo. “Did you do this?”

Her voice rose. “No.”

“But you know what it is,” I stated, dropping down on one knee before her. Her eyes widened as she gazed at my cock. Desire surged in my belly. She was as drawn to me as I was her. The lust I had for her was unlike anything I’d experienced before. Trembling with the need to touch her, I reached out and let my fingers flow through her pink soul, seeping around her. I murmured, “The goat is even the same color as your soul.”

The flush on her cheeks spread down to her neck as she covered her eyes.“Shit!”

She didn’t seem happy about the goat. And for some reason, that bothered me. “I think I deserve an explanation on why I’m here…wherever here is. And I’d really love to know your name too.” I leaned closer, and her arousal filled my senses. I’d never been around such a creature. I crowded her with my presence, and she reacted to me. It was addicting.

“You weren’t supposed to see me,” she said again. “Why didn’t you touch the blonde I gave you?”

“Because of you. All I see, think, and desire is you. For the last week, you’re all I’ve obsessed about. Whywould you create an illusion of another woman for me?”

“You don’t understand.” She trembled. “I need... I—”

“Tell me, and I’ll give you whatever you desire,” I begged, desperate to soothe the heartache I sensed within her. “I don’t know why, but I can’t handle your sadness.”

She stopped shaking and studied me. “Shepherd….”

There was hesitation and need all within those two syllables. My head spun. Was it me, or did her smell keep getting stronger? My body was an inferno, and her blue orbs staring at me became ecstasy itself.She’s mine. Her vibrant soul caught my attention as it floated close. It brushed against my cheek, tingling my skin. I inhaled sharply. Of course it smelled delicious. Every fucking thing about her was delectable.

My skin evaporated and pulled apart. I didn’t ask or want the transition. It just happened. Her eyes widened as she scrambled away from me. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I don’t know,” I murmured, but as I spoke her soul wrapped around my form. My shadow wanted to tease her skin. Without thinking it through, I let my desire guide me. Hands formed in my miasma. She gasped as they inched beneath her shirt. Her skin was like warm silk. I groaned. I needed to explore more of her.

It was there I inevitably made a mistake. The second my shadows moved through hers, I groaned as her candy-flavor rolled through me.

“Did you—” She glared, and I knew what she assumed.

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