Page 93 of Touched By Darkness

Not until the darkness in me has had its fill of hers.

“Fuck, these tits,” I growl, releasing her throat to palm and squeeze them while they swallow my throbbing dick. I fist her hair, wrenching her head up from the ground, and order her to open her mouth.

My cock bumps up against her lips with every thrust, so she opens her mouth wider until my cock slides home. The sight is so fucking beautiful that I abandon her tits to crawl farther up her body, my knees on either side of her shoulders.

And then I fuck her mouth. I fuck it until I see fucking stars, and her streaming tears have washed away the blood on her cheeks. Until I know her throat will be sore tomorrow.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” My hips jerk as my heart thunders. I’m going fucking insane. My knuckles turn white, and my nails stain with mud when I collapse forward, tearing out the damp grass with my tight grip. As my balls draw up, my abs clench, and I release down her throat with a loud roar. The climax goes on for-fucking-ever until I’m sure she’s stolen my soul for herself.

I collapse onto the grass and stare up at the countless stars twinkling innocently overhead.

Ronan blocks them as he peers down at me. “You alive there, buddy?”

I flip him off, then throw my arm over my eyes.

One thing is for certain; I won’t survive this girl.

I’ve met my match in her monster.

ChapterTwenty

ALARIC

“Is this really necessary?” she asks when I escort her to her next class the following day.

The perk of being me is that the crowd of students parts when I come walking.

“Daemon’s orders. You’re not allowed to be left unsupervised while there’s a stalker on the loose.”

She huffs a breath, adjusting the book she cradles to her chest. I make no secret of studying her as we turn a corner, and she does a double take.

“What?”

“I’m trying to figure you out, is all. Unlike Daemon, I’m not convinced by your story or that you’re not a threat to him when the darkness has a hold on you. What’s stopping you from losing yourself completely one day and killing him?”

She stops abruptly and turns to look at me. “Is that what you think? That I’m plotting some grand scheme with Amenadiel? Or that I’ll kill Daemon?”

I simply shrug, my hands shoved deep into my jeans pockets.

Chewing on her lip, she stares up at me as if searching for something. There’s a vulnerability in her eyes that she tries to hide, and when she looks away, I find myself following her.

No, that’s not right... my body follows her as if she tugs on a lead attached to my heart.

It’s so jarring that I stumble back a step.

Her brown eyes land on me and she frowns. “Are you okay?”

“Never been fucking better.” I walk away, my skin itching with unease.

“What happened to ‘not leaving me unsupervised?’” she asks as she catches up.

I don’t look at her, choosing instead to keep my gaze locked on the doors up ahead. “You followed, didn’t you?”

She ignores the poison in my tone. “I’m not planning anything with Daemon’s uncle. What do you want me to do to prove it, Alaric? I’m at my wit’s end here. As for the darkness, I don’t have the answers.”

That last comment makes me draw to a sudden halt, and she keeps walking a few steps before realizing I’ve stopped.

She turns to me again, brows furrowed. “Alaric?”

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