Page 38 of Shaped By Darkness

Thrusting into her, I pull back before slamming into her again, captivated by the way her breath hitches as she moans with each thrust.

It doesn’t matter if we fuck hard and fast or slow and steady; fucking Serena is perfect either way, but right now it feels a lot more like what someone would claim as ‘making love.’ It’s all the same to me though, everything to do with Serena roots in love because I’m so fucking gone for this woman.

I brace my hand on the tree trunk next to her head and lean into her as I continue to piston my hips into her, harder and faster, her moans and groans also increasing in intensity.

“Fuck, Blair,” she hisses as I lick my way up her neck, my forked snake tongue allowing me to taste so much more. Her arousal is heavy in the air, suffocating me in the best waypossible, but there’s more than that. I can taste the worry that still sits heavy at the back of her mind, even if it’s not her main concern right now. I taste her shadows, bitter and heavy, but still her, and most importantly, I taste her love for me and just how close she is to orgasm.

Serena’s trapped between me and the tree. Her legs are still wrapped around me as she presses her heels into my ass, making every thrust deeper than the last. I can feel my orgasm building, threatening to consume me. Her walls grip me, and her moans echo around the room, yet somehow feel as though they have a direct line to my balls.

No woman should have this much power over a man, over anyone. This is the kind of thing that, if abused, could ruin lives, destroy kingdoms.

I would fight and kill for this woman. Men, women, children, innocent or guilty, it wouldn’t matter. I’m not even sure I would ask.

I release my hold on her hip, moving my hand down to her clit with a feather-light touch. Her hips jerk, breathing stops, and I feel her eyes as they bore into me.

Looking up, I meet her gaze as I move my fingers down to the place where we’re connected, wrapping my thumb and pointer finger around my cock to coat it with her wetness.

She doesn’t blink, hardly even breathing as she moves her eyes down my body. I feel her gaze like a physical thing and shiver, more scales popping up on my body, my beast pressing ever closer to the surface.

Pausing, I bask in the lust in her eyes as she looks at me and nearly lose the battle with my beast as she rubs a hand up my arm. Her delicate fingers ghost over my scales, and I’m not the only one lost to her touch.

An idea springs to my mind, and I don’t know where it came from, if it’s mine or his, but now that I’ve had it, I can’t stopmyself from acting on it. With my finger still on my cock, I thrust into her again, turning my finger so that I can crook it up inside of her and hit that spot that…

She gasps for air, slamming her head back against the tree, her fingers digging into my shoulders hard enough that she’ll no doubt leave a mark and fuck…

The way she reacts to me, to my every touch, is intoxicating, but the idea of carrying a mark from her is enough that it almost pushes me over the edge, and I know I need her to go first.

With my finger still crooked up inside of her, I press my thumb to her clit with enough steady pressure that she cries out, her legs shaking and squeezing around me as she falls over the edge.

I was already so close but feeling the way she damn near convulses around me; her shouts turning to whimpers while I continue to pound into her and wring every bit of pleasure I can out of her, does me in.

With two last thrusts of my hips, I pump her full of cum, unable to pull my eyes away from her as she pants and fights to open her eyes. I feel my cum drip from her, and I have to fight the urge to push it back in as I imagine a future with her round with my children, our children, as she rules this realm the way I’m almost positive she was born to.

But that’s for later. Right now, we have more than enough things to worry about. We have so many years, more than I ever dreamed of, which means babies can wait, at least a little while.

For now, I can worship her the way I’d promised I would.

Before she can get a hold of herself again, I drop to my knees, holding her to the tree as I throw her legs over my shoulders, and her hands go to my hair on instinct.

Good.

Looking up at her, I see the confusion in her eyes as she watches me. The supernatural tree glows, making her look otherworldly.

I’ve never seen it do that before, but I can’t be bothered to care right now, not with her set out before me like the most delicious dessert.

A trail of my cum leaks down her thigh, and I press my tongue to the soft, plush skin, following the path back up to her heat. My salty taste isn't anywhere near as delicious as her, but it's not bad. And with the way she reacts, her fingers digging into my scalp, tugging at my hair, her legs attempting to crush me… I might be willing to do this even if it were terrible.

She shivers, goosebumps breaking out on every inch of her skin as I drag my tongue from her slit to her clit. I watch as her eyes roll back in her head, no doubt oversensitive after just coming a moment ago.

“Let’s clean you up.” My words sound like a hiss, my tongue darting out to taste her as my lips drag over her sensitive bud of nerves, unwilling to pull away. She doesn’t respond with words, but she hisses and yanks on my hair, making my cock throb again already. I take that as permission to continue.

Pressing my tongue into her, I feel her walls clench around me, and I know she’s close to coming again. My salty flavor mixes with hers, and I wrap my lips around her clit, humming with pleasure at how delicious we are as one.

Meant to be in every way.

“Blair…” My name is but a broken whimper as she attempts to speak, but we can’t have that.

Without releasing her clit, I push two fingers inside of her. And her mouth falls open in a silent scream as she once again falls to pieces for me.

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