Page 117 of Broken Shadows

Lorcan sucks my clit hard between his lips and lashes his tongue against the piercing he marked me with, each flick tapping the jewelry against my bundle of nerves. My lungs burn for a breath I know isn't coming.

My senses buzz with over sensation, and it hardly registers that he stopped licking me, only lightly scraping me with his scruff as his stuttering pants rush over my sensitive skin.

One of his big, tattooed hands lands on my breast and he kneads the sensitive tissue, yet the phantom warmth and pressure between my thighs that was there a moment ago, vanishes and streaks of something warm streaks across my back.

Lorcan’s growl shreds his voice to its demonic pitch. “I'm coming… all over your… fucking back… Unholy… godsdamn… Satan’s… uugghhhghgg!” Cool air rushes against my slick pussy as he rockets to his full height, rips his cock from my mouth, and comes all over my face. “Fuuuuck…ahhgh…ughgg…Baby, yesss…”

It's too much.

Far too much.

Lorcan’s cum continues to spurt against my face in irregular intervals, then my back arches as his palm slaps my clit sharply twice. I reach over my head and grab, digging my nails into his thighs as a sweet, intense release barrels into me.

My demon growls gutturally, “Can you feel my cum coating your back?”

I throw my neck further over the armrest and moan huskily. “Yes! Lorcan… it feels so… so fucking good.”

My mind blurs as my climax goes on and on. Lorcan gently lifts the back of my head, lifts it from the awkward angle, then licks a stripe up my cheek, gathering some of his cum, gliding his tongue onto mine, depositing his pleasure directly onto my taste buds.

My eyes open, I stare up at him and swallow everything he gives me, licking my lips slowly.

Lorcan places a fluffy pillow under my head, rounds the armrest, and crawls between my thighs as phantom hands massage my breasts. He cleans off the remainder of his cum with a warm, soft towel, then presses a kiss to my sternum.

His arms dip beneath my body and he wraps his hands around my shoulders, clutching me to him and pressing his forehead deeper between my breasts. We lay there, catching our breaths as he holds me.

Lifting his head, my demon’s gaze locks on to mine. “I’m not done with you yet.”

My heart flutters. As I absorb his utter devotion and love in the best way he knows how. I'm so turned on. I can hardly pull one clear thought from my mind, but like every time, the thrill of remembering he loves me electrifies my blood.

“Evie,” Lorcan whispers against my skin, “tell me what you want me to do to your sleeping body, this one, or both.”

My eyes flutter close briefly, “Eat my ass. I want to feel every single lick, not the water down version.”

He groans and kisses the hollow of my throat. “I already tasted it once tonight, but once was definitely not enough.” His forehead thumbs between my breasts. “You are so fucking perfect for me.”

“Lorcan?”

“Hmm?”

“Back in reality… I want you inside me.”

He rises and sits back on his heels, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “Pick a hole.”

“I don't fucking care which it is as long as you're inside me. Right. Fucking. Now.”

“Spread those pretty thighs wider and lift your hips,” he orders.

I do as he commands as his hungry stare rakes over my body with predatory intent.

“Please,” I beg as a trickling sensation ghosts between my cheeks. I glanced down, but Lorcan remains unmoving, his gaze focused on the apex of my thighs as he positions my legs. I choke on a moan, a streak of intense arousal buzzing through my clit.

His deep, gravelly whisper shivers over my skin. “Should I describe how I’m pleasuring you right now? Using your body like a fucking toy?”

“Yes, tell me as you fucking taste my ass. I want to feel your tongue so badly.”

“As you wish, Little Witch. Close your eyes and focus on the sensations.” After a pause, he stretches his massive body out on his stomach.

This dream couch must be extremely long to accommodate him. I giggle at the thought, then press my lips together as Lorcan’s gaze darkens.

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