Page 30 of Cursed Shadows 1

I turn my cheek, then lift my gaze up at him.

His mouth tightens into a frown. Can’t hide the disappointment from his face, and he slips his hand away from beneath the bunched hem of my chemise.

Then a wicked smile steals my lips.

His frown fades, and for a beat, he just watches me. Always trying to read me, study me,learnme.

“The first time you touch me there,” I whisper and cut my gaze down at his hard cock that strains against the crotch of his leathers, “will be with that.”

Darkness stirs in his gleaming cobalt eyes. He draws in a deep breath, but makes no move for me yet.

So I help him along, I make it so fucking clear that I want it now. Not sex exactly, but I do need to feel his cock on me—I want it rubbing me to climax, not his fingers.

“Don’t enter me,” I say and fall onto my back. I spread my legs for him and add in a whisper, “But touch me with it.”

Those dimples carve into his smooth, sunkissed cheeks. His jaw clenches so tight I wonder if his teeth will shatter.

He takes a moment to consider me. No, the moment isn’t about me. His pause is for him, a few seconds needed to let the shudder of his animal run through him, to scramble for the tethers of control.

Seeing me on my back like this, my core exposed to him, my absolute submission—it has his breaths tremored and his eyes darkened.

A part of me wants to toy with him, maybe slip my fingers into myself and taunt him that I’ll do it if he doesn’t. But I don’t risk it, for the very reason I don’t yet let him into my body. He’s darkfae, and I don’t know enough to safely manoeuvre sex with him yet.

His kind are different, the males more savage.

The thought of that almost makes me laugh. To think that this male, staring so boldly at my core, fighting for control, is more barbaric than Taroh, who thinks he can just have me.

Is the difference respect? Love? Or is it that Daxeel is simply better?

“Now I know,” his throaty voice is strangled with need, “every part of you is pretty.”

The burn of a blush itches my cheeks. With his stare locked on my exposed core, I know he’s admiring it—and maybe I’m oddly pleased he thinks it so beautiful. Not a compliment I ever imagined before in all the times I’ve touched myself to thoughts of him.

I wait some more moments before he finally moves for me.

He settles himself between my spread thighs, and the moment he does, my legs lift to drape over his hips.

Those dimples tighten.

“Don’t move.” His warning comes with a strained growl as he kneels between my spread legs. “Don’t speak. Your games, your challenges—put them aside.”

These orders aren’t to feed his own desires. They are to help me.

I look up into his ocean eyes and might like to fall into them, might like to drown in them.

I smile and give a faint nod.

Submit.

And so that’s what I do.

Reaching down between our bodies, his hand finds the string of his leather trousers. He tugs, once, twice, then lowers himself onto me.

One final yank—and the weight of it smacks onto my pubic bone.

A blush blooms on my cheeks and I blink, wide-eyed, at him.

Now, I’m afraid of sex with Daxeel for a whole other reason.

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