Page 114 of Shadows and Flames
Dammit—I did as he said, trying to catch his lips with mine. Of course, he leaned back, keeping himself just out of reach. I growled with my hands straight above my head, but he just watched me with vicious amusement, the beginnings of his dimples casting faint shadows on either side of his face.
And the motherfucker bit me. Instead of kissing me back, he skirted my lips and sank his fangs into my throat.
I came again, screaming, wanting to hold him to me. But as the wave swept over me, my arms would not lower. It was too much, how was I meant to?—
Elián pulled back, removing his fangs, his lips, and his hands, and I squirmed, needing him back, wanting— “Fuck,” El cursed. Sweat flowed down my temples to mix with my tears and the drops of blood he left on my neck.
My lip trembled in time with my muscles, and when I managed to crack my eyes open, the faint light from the lonecandle on the night table cast a glow on his profile. Where he stood before me, eyes of the same color as the candlelight, hazy and blown out while he stroked his slick cock. I moaned, seeing it wet with me. Wanting it back, wantinghimback.
He gently cupped his sac as he shuttled his fist up and down his shaft. Twisting his wrist, releasing moisture from his cockhead, and dragging it back down. “I think you are a bit of a cockslut, Your Highness.”
The indignation didn’t even rise. A ghost of it flitted through my thoughts, like something I maybe should probably say to tell him to shut the fuck up, but I was more concerned with the sight of him, touching himself while I couldn’t move?—
I blinked, trying to clear my mind to—I pulled on my wrists, and they would not budge. My legs remained spread, raised in the air, and something was holding me against the wall, but it was not him.
No, it was glittering black and orange, gray and gold, wrapped around my ankles, my wrists, and connecting them to each other. More supported my ass, saving me from any true pain.
Elián used our powers to suspend me on the wall of our bedroom for the evening as he touched what was mine. “Look at you, Meline,” he gasped, and his hips bucked. He was close, I could taste it, and another noise—the most embarrassing so far—escaped. A plaintive whine through my nose. And the bastard chuckled, smirked even. “Beg me for it.”
My jaw clenched closed, my nostrils flared, and he laughed again. When he stepped toward me, I loosed a relieved exhale, only to whimper as he swept two fingers at my entrance, dipping inside to collect my wetness and use it to slick his cock more. He threw his head back as he resumed fucking his fist, and I drank up the line of his throat, where I wanted to sink my own fangs. The swelling of his chest where his breaths pushed at hisribs and pectoral muscles. The shifting of granite as his biceps tensed.
“P-Please.” I wasn’t sure what would happen if he came, making me watch whilst leaving me empty, but it wouldn’t be fucking good.
“Please, what?” his question was breathy, and he did not stop.
His sac was drawn up tight underneath his cock, and I started panicking. “Please give it to me. F-Fuck me, Elián.”
Those dimples popped again. “Why should I do that, my queen?”
I managed a growl this time, struggling against the restraints he managed while indeed fucking torturing me. “Because that cock is mine, and I demand it, youasshole.”
My insolence got him to lower his gaze back to me, at least. Though, it also caused his brow to raise and him to click his tongue at me. His face went as hard as his cock that was close to erupting. “Give me the real reason, or you will not have my cock in your cuntoryour asshole.”
El’s fist flew even faster, the edge of his jaw ticked as he looked between his cock and where I was spread as wide as possible. He drew his lower lip between his teeth, and I couldn’t take it anymore. He was just as stubborn as me and would certainly carry out his threat. I was close to hyperventilation, almost delirious with need, and I blurted, “Please. I need your cock, Elián. I need you inside of me.”
He didn’t slow, just looked at me with those fang tips flashing. “Why?”
My heart hammered within my chest, and I swallowed. On a whisper, I admitted, “Because I’m,” I shivered, “your cockslut.”
The words, what should have been a lie, earned me a cocksure grin from my Shadow. My love. It was crooked, fully displaying his dimples and the deadly points of his fangs. Andthank goddess, he stopped stroking himself and took a step forward.
While holding the base of his cock, El braced his body with a hand beside my head, and we both watched as he slapped his cockhead against my cunt. My hips jerked, trying to take him. “Yes, you are mine.” Fire around wide, black pupil, stared up at me through long lashes. “Forever.”
I was past fear, now, exhausted and on the edge, completely open to him. I nodded. “Forever.”
And without warning, El plunged inside of me. Hands pushing my thighs back and upward, he angled my body with total control and gave me what I’d begged for. He fucked me while I could do nothing but take it.
We gasped against each other, any semblance of kissing obliterated as we took pleasure in each other. Everything was stripped away, at least in that moment. At some point, as another release closed in around me and El groaned over where he’d bitten earlier, he released my wrists, and when they fell, they landed on his shoulders, clinging to him.
I gave into my instinct, and he titled his head even more as he thrusted. My fangs sank into Elián’s throat, just as he’d done to me, and the rich taste of his blood met my tastebuds, he began to come. A long, sustained growl reverberated against my bones as he poured his seed and kept moving, pounding his hips against mine until I came, too. Holding my Shadow to me, drinking from him solely to take more of Elián inside of me, we came together and settled together.
Chapter Forty-Two
MELINE
Iawoke on Elián’s chest.
Burgeoning daylight streamed through the window in lazy waves, and his breathing was slow, steady. He didn’t snore, thank goddess for that, but, as I tucked a lock of black silk behind his ear, I realized I wouldn’t mind. I would still be here.
