Page 149 of Cursed Shadows 5

And I sink my teeth into his neck.

The coppery tang of his blood spills over my tongue, and his hiss hitches before it rises into a shout.

We find our climax together.

His shout thunders, his thrusts quicken, deepen.

And my bite turns harsher, blood spilling down his chest, his back, my breasts.

I bite for control, to hold the reins that were slipping from me, falling away with the scraps of my restraint. My walls clamp around him, milk him, and I feel the swell of warmth inside of me.

The trembles strike us in perfect unison, fusing us together as one.

That is it—

The sensation rising in me as the climax fades.

A feeling of wholeness.

I sag against him, his hold firm around me.

Entwined, our breaths are ragged.

And I hate that we are moulding together again.

A hiss crawls up my throat as I tug away from him.

I fall to the crumpled, sweaty sheets, and land with a moan right at his side.

Daxeel’s hand glides down my back, until I tug away, releasing him from inside of me, and I slump onto my back.

I stare at the wooden beams stroked across the white-painted ceiling.

Daxeel lies flat on his back.

He does not watch the ceiling.

He’s watching me, his chest harsh with his panting breaths. Those wretchedly beautiful eyes of his gleam at me in the dimness of the bedchamber, just one glowjar illuminating us.

I turn a glare on him, my lips curling.

His brows furrow in answer before I scoot to the edge of the bed, then snatch my sweater.

I tug it on over my head as I move for my stray boot abandoned on the floorboards.

The creak of a spring in the mattress lures my gaze. I glance at the mirror, watching as Daxeel leans onto his elbow. His gaze is glued to me, that frown still wrinkled in place.

I shimmy the breeches up my legs.

Silence grips him.

There is trepidation in it, in the softening restraints of his breaths, the intensity of his gaze burning into me.

“I’m heading out.” I plop onto a trunk and slip on my boot. “I need… I need some air.”

Daxeel slides off the bed, silent. The faint rustle of leather tells me he is dressing.

I throw a dark look at him.

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