Page 114 of Broken Shadows

Evie’s shadows slam the door closed and mine twist around the silver handles, providing an additional method of security.

I bend, toss Evie over my shoulder, her towel fluttering to the floor, and spank her ass. “Let’s go finish our bath.”

Godsdamn, I love my new piercings.

I tuck a hand under my head, then skim the other down Evie's back, her alabaster skin glowing faintly lilac in the candlelight as she sleeps turned toward the opposite side of the bed.

I haven't allowed my cock to soften since my witch pierced me. While I’m aware the actual process of piercing me would have been easier were I not hard, but there was no way in fuck I would have gone soft, even if I tried. Control and desire are not words that pair well when it comes to my feelings for Evie. She has been a challenge to my restraint since the first time I watched her through the Fallenmore Coven’s rose bordered mirror.

My tongue darts between my lips as I replay my witch thrusting shadow needles through my cock. A beat of pre-cum trickles from my slit.

“Fuck.”

I thought I would miss the Human Realm when we came to Hell, considering the fact that Evie only released me from the Shadow Realm mere days prior, but that’s no longer what I want. I want to be wherever she is. Evie is my fucking home. Whether that's in the Human Realm, Hell, or another realm entirely means nothing. We have both been through some awful fucking shit in our lives, defying all the odds weighing against us, and yet, we’re alive. All romantic bullshit aside, fate didn’t fuck up for once and brought us together.

I mentally scrub my mind of the heavy thoughts, and let it wander, closing my eyes and swallowing thickly. I move a shadow to circle my shaft like it’s a cock sleeve. My hand skims down the soft skin of Evie’s lower back, gliding it lower and lightly squeeze her ass as I tease myself with my shadow sleeve.

Fuck, that's so damn good.

Part of me wishes she would wake up and catch me jerking off. I can practically smell the flood of arousal that would immediately pool in her needy cunt. With every stroke upward, my shadows suck on the rimmed head. I tighten the column of shadows around me and my magic cross piercings shift. My eyes roll back, and I thrust into my shadows, indescribable pleasure rippling down my cock and into my balls.

I raise a finger to my lips, nick the pad on a sharpened tooth, then reach around Evie’s shoulder and smear my deep blue blood onto a nipple. She moans in her sleep and my back arches as an unexpected release takes me hostage. I wrap my hand around my shadow cock sleeve, squeezing tightly as rope after rope of cum shoot over my hand, shadows, abs, and a drop or two strike me in the chin.

I gasp and my cock twitches as I release it with aftershocks, more cum joining the puddle in the dividing lines of my lower abdominals. “Unholy fucking Hell.” I drop my hand to my thigh, then glance over at Evie, her breaths slow and even. A quiet chuckle rumbles my chest.Godsdamn, she really just slept through that. She must be more exhausted than I thought.

I inhale slowly through my nose, then release the exhale through my mouth. I cannot thank her enough for this gift. Definitely going to have to get a lot of practice in with my witch to tame this sensitivity a bit. My witch sees it as a way to get back at her aunt, but to me, it's so much fucking more than that.

I have never allowed anyone to mark me, let alone permanently. Sure, I could remove the barbells and the holes would close in seconds, but Ineverwill.

My eyes slowly open, and I stare up at the sky as seen from the Human Realm, wispy clouds drifting across a full moon. The memory of Dad gifting me the magic projecting the scene across the ceiling to help with my nightmares floats across my mind’s eye. And yet, it's still fucking baffles me that he has no idea what my brothers did to me.

I drown the negative thoughts in my subconscious, much more willing to float in my post orgasm bliss rather than flounder in miserable, dead memories. I retract my claws, run my hand over my face, and blow out of breath.

A grin moves across my face as I lean on an elbow and admire my Evie.How has she not woken up? It's not like I was subtle about masturbating right next to her while she slept.More delicious thought floats over the latter, obscuring it completely. My baby girl loves when I play with her in her sleep.

I groan, then clean myself up with the rumpled bed sheet and toss it to the floor. The crossed barbells in my cockhead wink in the magic induced moonlight arrowing across the bed as I curl around Evie's back. Sliding my knee between her thighs, gently applying pressure to her clit through her panties. I don't know why she insists on wearing these things. I'm just going to tear them off her body. Although I love stealing them after she's worn them, the scent of her sweet arousal saturating the fabric. I bet it would feel fucking phenomenal to wrap a silky pair around my cock now, gliding my piercings against the soft fabric. A shudder travels through me and I still my rocking hips.

Another time, definitely another time.

I almost wish she would wake and play in the dark with me, but she’s not a demon and requires far more sleep than me. I miss her even though she's here in my goddamn arms.

Fuck it. I want to know what she's dreaming about.

I roll Evie onto her back, lowering myself between her thighs, and spreading her lower lips with my tattooed index and middle fingers. Pre-cum leaks against the sheets as I take in my fill of her.Mmm, my piercing looks good on her.I smirk as I as I rub the jewelry back and forth with a shadow, the light kiss of the metal teasing over her swollen clit. If I have it my way, her clit will always be swollen like this. Thoughts of me and what I do to her woven into the fabric of her mind so that her every breath aches for me to be inside her.

I kiss and nip along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs as I stroll down the mental pathway linking us and into her unconscious mind. It’s peaceful in her thoughts, for once no terrors, or any dreams at all, cloud her mind. I mentally stroll through her brain waves, weaving specific wavelengths together. Evie falls into a much deeper sleep, her breath catching as I play with her mind and strum her clit with the pad of my index finger.

I feel more comfortable within her mind than I do in my own. Her essence soothes something within me. Maybe it's due to my imprint or maybe the bond. Hell it could be for another reason entirely. Her warmth and the warmth of her sleeping mind throbs around me, cocooning me in her unconscious bliss as I weave the last brain waves to keep her unconscious for as long as I wish. A debauched and entirely fucked up dreamscape forms around me as I create a dream for my witch that will leave her desperate and panting for my cock. I dip out of her mind, floating along the bond leisurely as the dream I manufactured pleasures her.

One of my barbells catches on a fold of the fitted sheet beneath me and I grunt, the resulting bite of pleasureful pain squeezing my balls with the need for more.

I press the bridge of my nose to her slit and breathe in her musky, light rose scent. She smells so fucking good. A moan slips past my lips as I suck on her vulva, arousal rapidly leaking directly onto my tongue. Ughgnh. She always tastes so damn delectable—I’ve been an addict since the first taste. If it were possible, I would never wash her liquid desire from my tongue.

I circle a teasing path around her clit, then catch the jewelry between my teeth and tug on it firmly, all while avoiding the actual bundle of nerves begging for my attention. My groan vibrates around her as it swells further and my mouth fucking waters.So damn swollen and needy.I'm desperate to join her in her dreams, but first I need to thank her for my new cock jewelry.

My hand slides against the sheets and beneath my body, growling against her pussy as my thumb glances over the head and gathers a wealth of pre-cum along the pad. I moan as I bring my thumb to my lips, then swirl my tongue around it, tasting myself.

Nowonder she craves me. I'm godsdamn delicious.

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