Page 21 of Cursed Shadows 2

Those splendid kisses down the inside of my leg have me completely melted on the blanket, and I fight to keep up with his words.

“My halfling falls onto her back and her words silence at my touch…” He looks at me for a moment from beneath his lashes—then he grins and presses his mouth to my inner thigh, “as I am above her,” he growls the words softly. “And she, like all else, surrenders. If I am not superior, tell me why all around me submits?”

There, he lingers. At the apex of my thigh, he grazes kisses, soft licks, gentle bites.

“Males dominate nature, females nurture it,” he tells me, but his husky voice is so soft that he must think I’m not hearing him at all, that I’m too wrapped up in the sensations of his touch. “Nature responds to us both, but differently. Both are valuable, and I have never thought any less of females than that. I respect them.”

For a long moment, I just stare up at the willow that curtains us, the one that we’ve visited so many times now, and I watch it sway its leaves as though it’s warmed to me, as though it greets me.

Daxeel travels his mouth to the edge of my core. He takes his time adoring me. We’ve done many things together, and he’s touched every part of me. My heart and soul, included.

But there is one thing I haven’t done—taken himintome. He has not yet been in my mouth or my sex.

This night, I will do both.

I’m no virgin, and I ache to do all the things with him, to give myself to him entirely. Maybe I held off because of how important he is to me—that it means more than a romp behind the curtains of an alcove.

I love him. He loves me. And once we do this, there’s no going back—I’ll carry him in my heart always.

He’s never pushed me into it, never pressured me, never made a move that stretched that far. Like he knows, he knows I’m still just that bit afraid—too afraid to let him in all the way.

Not tonight.

He will have all of me tonight.

And that includes my sharp tongue—

“Yet here you are male,worshippingme,” I manage a whisper against the swift flick of his tongue down the wetness of my cunt, and flames are devouring me whole, so much need and hunger that it should terrify me.

He grins against me, all ferocious teeth and wicked intentions. “Kindly shut those pretty lips of yours and come on my tongue.”

“That’s one way of losing an argument,” I breathe out the words.

But his teeth are quick to nip at my inner thigh in warning.

I’m silenced.

Shut those pretty lips.

Come on my tongue…

I don’t get the chance.

The leafy curtains of the willows disturb with a sudden rustle.

Daxeel stills against me.

On my back, I look up as the leaves hiss and shiver but without a breeze or sudden hit of wind to rattle them.

Nature is warning me…

I suck in a sharp breath at the same moment Daxeel shoves his hand down on my tummy. He pins me in place, his eyes dark and dangerous where mine are wide and wild. He swerves his gaze around the night of the field, stuck in his protective stance curved over me.

But against the one who steps into the rush of moonlight, Daxeel can’t protect me. The only one he can’t stop from punishing me.

Father.

The breath that escapes me feels like a fist punched my gut.

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