Page 174 of Shadowvein

And then his mouth finds me.

The first stroke of his tongue is slow, savoring. Tasting. I strain against his shadows’ hold, but they keep me in place while he devours me with teeth and tongue. A low groan rumbles through him, and his fingers spread me open as he draws my clit between his lips and sucks gently.

Pleasure spikes, my breath stuttering as he licks me again, then again, each pass of his tongue deliberate. Controlled.Torturous. My thighs tense, but his shadows press against them, keeping me wide open, exactly where he wants me.

My back arches off the bed, a cry escaping me that might have been his name, and his hand slides beneath me, lifting me higher against his mouth as he continues to feast.

“Sacha.” I manage to gasp his name, my hands fisting in his hair, hips rolling against him in silentneed.

He doesn’t stop me, heencouragesit, hands wrapping around my thighs, so he can lick deeper, longer, groaning as if the taste of meundoeshim.

He looks up at me then, his eyes dark with hunger, shadows crawling across his face.

“I’m not finished with you yet.”

He slides a finger inside me, curlingjust right, stroking that devastatingly perfect spot which makes my vision blur with pleasure. A second finger joins the first, thrusting deeper, while his tongue works me in a merciless rhythm.

The pleasure coils higher, tightensharder, unbearable.

I can’t think. Can’tbreathe.

Silver light pulses, streaking in wild patterns over my thighs, my stomach,him. His shadows tighten around me, pressing against my ribs, twining up my spine, flicking over my nipples, pinching, twisting, like an extra set of fingers.

The dual sensations push me toward another peak too quickly. My thighs shake against his hold as tension builds, and then the pressure snaps.

I shatter.

Release crashes through me again, more powerful than before. My muscles clench around his fingers as waves of pleasure ripple outward. The room fills with fractured light as my power surges uncontrollably. His shadows move in sync, flowing over every inch of me they can reach.

A scream, a sob, amoan—I don’t know which—it tears from my throat, but he doesn’t stop. He licks me through it, drawing every last wave of pleasure from my trembling form.

Only when I’m gasping, legs shaking, begging for mercy, does hefinally rise, dragging his mouth over my stomach, my ribs, my breasts, back to my lips.

He kisses me. Slow, deep. Letting me taste myself on his tongue.

My hands reach down, wrapping around the thick, hard length of him. He hisses at my touch, his whole body turning rigid. Satisfaction curls through me at his reaction, at knowing I can affect him as powerfully as he’s affecting me.

I stroke him slowly, watching his face tighten with pleasure and restraint. His shadows flicker with each movement of my hand, betraying his control.

A growl escapes him, and then his shadows wrap around my wrists, pulling them away and binding them above my head, pinning me to the bed. He reaches between us, wraps his hand around himself, and presses against me.

“Tell me you want this.” His voice is barely recognizable.

“I want you.” I don’t even have to think about it. “I want all of you.”

He pushes inside, stretching me, filling me,claimingme in a way nothing else ever has. The sensation hovers between pleasure and discomfort as my body adjusts to him, my nails digging into his back. He stills, forehead pressed to mine, barely holding himself together.

“Look at me, Mel’shira,” he whispers. “See me.”

I open my eyes to find him watching me, eyes fully black, features sharper, shadows swirling, control over his appearance gone.

I lift a hand, and press my palm to his cheek. Shadows reach out, wrapping around my fingers, and his head turns into the touch, lashes lowering against the sudden vulnerability in his expression.

Then hemoves.

A roll of his hips, starting slow before giving way to something more urgent. A groan rumbles from him, deep and guttural. His control fractures as pleasure overtakes him, each movement drawing new sounds from me.

Our powers are no longer merely touching, they’re completely blended. His darkness flows through me, my light pours into him. The boundaries between us blur with each shared breath, each point of contact.

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