Page 69 of Shadow Man

“Permission granted.” I let my legs fall open even wider, giving him all the access in the world. He takes it, and then he takes me: circling my clit slowly until my hips are lifting off the mattress for more; until I’m so wet there’s a damp patch on the sheet beneath me and I’m panting out his name.

“Are you ready?”

I manage a faint nod, but the truth is I’m already flying. Bad memories lurk at the edges of my consciousness, but when he pushes that first finger inside me, I glide past them all. When he pushes in two, I come so hard he has to swallow my screams to stop Gabriela raising the alarm.

“Inhale it,Luna,” I hear him groan. “Fucking feel it everywhere.”

Electric pulses sing through my veins. I’m free falling into heaven.

When I finally open my eyes, I see stars, and then I see him—the need and tension written all over his once-frozen expression.

“It was worth getting shot just to see that.” His Texan drawl is even more languid and charming when his lust is burning him up like this. He slides his fingers out of me and paints my lips with my wetness. “Taste your victory, Anna… Tonight, we won.”

My tongue snakes out and I lick them clean, salty-sweet, swallowing them all the way up to his knuckles.

“Aren’t you going to leave me any?” he says, sounding amused.

I shake my head, but to pacify I delve deep into my own wetness and bring my glistening index finger up to his lips. Holding my gaze, he mimics my action, the sudden heat of his mouth blooming a fresh kind of heat between my legs. “You filthy fucking bad girl,” he exclaims, and I laugh, letting him fall from my mouth.

“I should always own my crimes, or so a bad guy once told me.”

Now it’s his turn to laugh as he leans over to the nightstand and switches off the light. “Time to sleep.”

“What if I’m still hungry?” I say, pouting at the growing darkness. The room is more shadow than light now.

“Then you need to learn to space out your meals.”

I watch his silhouette rise from the bed. He kicks off his boots and starts to undo the rest of his jeans. Crawling over to him, I push his hands away and finish the task myself, smiling again at his own harsh intake of breath as the backs of my fingers brush against his massive erection.

“Anna,” he warns.

“Bad girl, remember?” I remind him.

“Recovering girl,” he says heavily.

“Starving for you girl,” I argue, letting his jeans drop to the floor, and then dropping my face to his cock and blowing through the fabric of his briefs, feeling him jerk in response.

“You really want this?” He takes a handful of my wet hair and pulls me back to look at him.

I nod, rimming the waistband with my fingers. I never dreamed I’d want to do this with a man again, but with him it’s different. He wipes all my slates clean.

“This is nearly full moon shit, not quarters,” he warns. “I’ll be ramming that pretty mouth so full of me, you’ll be spitting up all over my dick.”

A moan of lust escapes me and he loosens his grip; his briefs hit the floor so fast he bobs against my face. I lap at his slit, his pre-cum, everything… I take him into my mouth and he lets out a curse, slamming one knee down on the bed and locking a hand around the nearest bedpost to hold himself steady. The other is still tightly knotted around my hair.

“You’re better than any morphine, baby,” he grits out as I take him in even deeper. “I can't feel anything other than you anymore.”

His hips start to thrust, driving his cock right to the base of my throat. I take it all as this moment replaces a thousand ugly ones. I’m blooming and growing as his groans increase, filling up the last of my empty spaces.

“Fuck, Anna!”

My pussy is a swollen, throbbing wet pool of need. The insides of my thighs are slick with it, and my hand starts to stray. Soon, I’m fucking myself with my fingers as he fucks my mouth, relentlessly and without mercy, holding fast to his promise.

I can’t stand it any longer. My craving for him is superseding my fears, my apprehension…everything. Without warning, I jerk my head away and fall backward onto the mattress, opening myself up as wide as I can again, making my intentions clear.

“No way.” He shakes his head as he fists his cock, and I let out a scream of frustration. “Going from zero to sixty in one goddamn night is not going to cure—”

“I want you inside of me!”

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