Page 32 of Cursed Shadows 1

Something about it has my lips parting around a lengthy moan.

Something about it has my cunt tensing against his cock.

He feels it flutter against him, and the growl that claws through him is savage. His pace quickens, turns desperate.

I fight the urge to lock my ankles at his back and meet his thrusts. It’s all I can do to stay limp beneath him, feeling the rising onslaught pulsing through me.

Daxeel’s pleasure hits him first, like lightning from a storm. The savage shout against my mouth comes with a frantic turn in his thrusts. It’s desperate now, chasing his pleasure—and my own panting breaths roughen to grunts the harder he’s thrusting against me.

Thunder from the storm vibrates through him, each one of his muscles shuddering against his leathers, and his mouth twists into something harsh against mine.

The warmth of his seed spills all over me. I feel every drop hit my pubic bone, the thrum of my clit, even some that reach to my belly.

The moan he comes with is strangled—

And just hearing this warrior, this born killer, nature’s ultimate predatormoan for me…

It’s all I need to fall, the nudge to push me over the edge.

My breasts push hard against his chest as my back arches off the ground. Toes flexed, I’m tense and still for a fleeting moment, and he keeps the thrusts of his cock fucking against my clit, even as his own climax turns his moans ragged and pained.

The pleasure crashes down on me.

I come with a cry that sounds so similar to his name, “Daaaxxxxx.”

I’m not sure he even hears my cry over his own ragged moans, his drawn-out climax shuddering his body against mine as he keeps mine going. It’s only when my shout softens to a whine that his pace starts to slow.

He doesn’t thrust anymore. He grinds long and smooth against my soaked cunt, until he can’t anymore, and that last glide has his body shiver and his breath hitching.

He sighs harshly into my mouth.

Pressing into the dirt above my head, his forearm supports his weight as he brushes his mouth over mine.

The hand that fisted into the dirt and tore at the tree roots returns to me. It finds the nape of my neck and holds, the pad of its thumb brushing over my soft skin.

His kiss softens. It’s such a slow and lazy moment between us, and it wanders my mind to dangerous places, like if we were married would he kiss me like this when we woke in bed together?

Foolish halfling, letting my mind get away from me.

But he distracts me from my spiralling thoughts as he slows the kiss to a stilled moment, then brushes his glistening, swollen lips over mine.

“I tell you about my darkness, and you invite me closer.” He sighs a harsh sound and drops his forehead to mine. “But you should recoil from me, Nari.”

My darkness…

His warnings before he pressed his cock against my core; the truth of the extractor career he aims for.

It’s love that keeps me from running, and it’s the trust he nurtured with his patience that keeps me from flinching.

“Recoil?” I grin, though it’s a dazed expression. “But you told me not to move.”

His laugh isn’t quite a laugh. It’s a jolt of the shoulders and a harsh breath through the nose. But his smile, though small, takes form.

For a long moment, we stay there, just like that.

Then he turns his mouth to my temple—and kisses. A soft, chaste and soundless kiss, but one I feel all the same, and I feel each one after that.

If he’s disappointed that I’m not quite ready for penetration yet, then he doesn’t show it, not in the way his mouth ghosts over my cheekbone, grazes the tip of my nose, brushes over my brow. In this moment, I sense no disappointment in him at all, only worship.

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