Page 80 of Corrupt Shadows

He reaches down and tips my chin so my eyes meet his. “You were perfect.”

“I still hate you,” I say, less convincing than before.

“I should hope so.” He runs his thumb down my neck and to my chest. His gaze lingers on the tattoo, and I can’t help but bite my lip. “Don’t do that,” he warns. “If you don’t want me touching you.”

I bring my hand to his chest and press my fingers against his muscles, enjoying the way they tense under my touch.

He grabs my wrist and growls. “Not this time.”

But this time it is different. Every time, he’s had the upper hand, even when I taunted him. His magic pulses under his skin, the same brand of darkness as mine. The shadows want to play together, recognizing each other. His scent intoxicates me, with notes of burnt citrus and nutmeg. I reach to my tiptoes, and his eyes widen, his pupils dilating. I feel powerful, and he’s not afraid of me. I can’t hurt him, not like the others, and as I embrace my magic, I feel invincible.

“Evi—”

My lips meet his, and I steal whatever he is about to say with a kiss. I fist his hair as our tongues meet, a carnal need sharpening his features.

His fingers tangle in my hair, and my eyes close as I lose myself to his taste, his touch, and his scent.

He forces me down to the sofa, keeping his mouth on mine. His groan reverberates in my mouth, and I pull his hair harder, his hips rolling against me. My eyes roll back as he releases the kiss and travels his tongue down my neck to my tight peaks. A moan erupts when his erection presses on my hip through his pants.

I let out a breathy gasp as he swirls his tongue around my nipple, sending shockwaves to my toes. This is what I needed, him—his dick—inside me. His fingers slide between my legs, slickness coating his fingers as he grazes my clit. My body quivers under his touch, the desire for him to fill me up maddening. Pricking sensations spark along my skin as he slips two fingers inside me, and I clench around him.

His teeth clamp onto my breast, and I rock against his fingers. Sweat beads along my skin, and I rock harder, but this isn’t enough. “I want you inside of me.” My declaration whispers into his mind, and he thrusts his fingers deeper, then moans audibly.

He nips my breasts again, torturing and teasing my nipples with his tongue. An orgasm builds again, spreading heat along my body as if flames are licking every part of me. His magic purrs with mine, shadows seeping from both of us. I can barely see him, but I can sense every sensation as thoughts slip from his mind.

“My killer.”

His fingers explore my curves, finding every sensitive spot and leaving desire cascading with each touch. I teeter on the edge of release, my wild eyes snapping shut. He releases his erection and presses his hot, throbbing length against me.

I gasp as he lowers me onto his cock, every inch of him filling me up—and more. It’s slightly painful at first, but he eases into it, and soon, pleasure supersedes any aches in my cervix.

I grip his biceps, screaming his name. He pushes deeper, harder… his breaths coming out in short bursts. I lose myself to the first orgasm, screaming maddeningly.

Slowing down, he grips my hips, his nails biting into my skin.

“Scream for me.”

I scream louder. “Lorcan!”

An animalistic growl tears from his throat, his eyes shining in surprise as I can just make out that pastel-green stare of his locked onto me. Every part of him holds me tight, consuming me and pulling me closer, as if our bodies could somehow meld together. My toes curl against a pillow, a fever sweeping my mind.

The sofa rocks under his weight, the wooden legs splintering and fabric tearing as his claws unleash. The restraint in his features snaps when his gaze finds mine in the darkness. “My little witch. My killer,” he says again.

I tighten my hold on his shoulders and speak back into his mind. “My demon.”

“Fuck,” he roars as he quickens his pace. He slams so deeply into my pussy that my vision blurs. His thick cock swells, and hot cum rushes inside me. He loses his voice to the sudden orgasm, holding me in place as cum pours from me. I love the effect I’m having on him, seeing him a mess of sweat and lust. I wish he didn’t feel so good, that everything about him didn’t draw me in, but it’s too late.

After a few seconds, he climbs off, and I let out a breathy gasp. He tucks himself back into his pants as our shadows dance with each other, matte black and glittering darkness filling the room.

Then he looks at me, panic swallowing all lust in his eyes. His jaw clenches, and he grabs the pack of cigarettes and throws me one. His stare glides along my body before he storms out of the room, as if I’d just undressed him in more ways than one.

***

The fire’s crackling fills the silence. Rain drizzles from the night sky, pattering against the stone-inlaid windows. I crouch in front of the black shelves in the manor library, dragging my finger along the leather spines of the books categorized under “Fallenmoore.”

A hiss sounds from the fire, and I look over, the logs shifting as purple flames greedily consume the wood. The library fills with an ashy, woody scent, reminding me of home. I miss my apartment, Gomez, and Rosa. Lorcan insists Gomez is safe, and I assume he has a demon way of finding that out, but worry still lingers on the fringe of my every thought. Gomez has never been left this long without me, and while I hope Rosa took him, the idea that he may be home searching for me or, worse, trapped with the Order, twists and knots my stomach, removing my appetite.

The smell of coffee lingers in the ash-tinted air. I forgot about the cup I’d made myself over an hour ago. Not that it matters; everything tastes weird here. Even coffee has an ashy aftertaste.

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