Page 154 of Shadowman
Is housed a perilous plight, yearning calls, surrenders fight.
It isn’t wrong, but not quite right,
For pleasure’s pain, and pain’s delight.”
Too hot.
I’m too… hot.
It’s stifling, the dense heat surrounding me. I don’t understand it… It’s never hot in here. Freezing cold is the permanent temperature in this prison.
Shifting, I try to move; kick the blanket off. But it doesn’t work. I’m being pinned down by something…
A body.
Awareness takes over, and my eyes shoot open, blinking again and again to adjust. I have one arm, but the other is tucked underneath something… Or should I saysomeone.
Sighing, I rub my eyes with my free hand. “Dammit, Trevel…”
He’s in my bed again. Lying on top of me, drooling on my chest.
Attempting to pry myself out from under him is difficult. He’s like deadweight right now. This must be part of his night terrors… Very different from O’Malley’s.
O’Malley never climbed into my bed to cuddle, that’s for damn sure.
Looking him over, I brush my fingers through his jet-black hair, slicked with sweat at the temples. Apparently, our bodies being pressed together is what’s creating this inferno right now. It brings my attention to his skin, soft and flushed, dewy where we’re connected.
We’re in only our underwear, which is how we both tend to sleep. I prefer being shirtless as often as I can, but at night, I usually slip out of my pants and just rock the boxer briefs. I guess Trevel does the same, except that his underwear is definitely more…briefthanboxer. And not that I want to think about it right now, but I’m sort of amazed those skimpy things can contain him. His dick is… notsmallby any stretch of the imagination.
A shift of his body brings an involuntary hum from within my chest, along with a sheet of tingles across my exposed flesh. He’s curled around me like a vine, and what’s worse, our crotches are sort of mashed together. Even the slightest movement demonstrates how up close and personal our dicks are getting.
Fuck me…
I’ve been trying really hard to push past my obvious attraction to him and just befriends, because it’s what I thought would make the most sense. But I can’t deny that I’m drawn, like a moth to the flame of his striking beauty, severe features and long, limber body. I’m attracted as fuck to Trevel Fenwick, and I have been since the moment we met.
He’s pretty, and he has a hot voice, limber yoga body with perfectly taut muscles, and hands that can work you into a trance. Those facts never seem to be far from my mind.
Somethinghugehappened earlier. I was trying to keep the pressure off of it, but in the middle of the night, alone in this dark cell with him lying on top of me, I have no choice but to confront it.
I’m bisexual. I finally came out, to someone else,andto myself. It’s crazy, but I told Trevel the one thing I’ve always been afraid to even say in my own head.
There’s no use hiding it anymore… I like his dick, and I like his body, and it’s allright here, lying in my bed with me. Like forbidden fruit that’s not so forbidden anymore. Ripe for the plucking. Sweet and tight and tempting.
Andmine.
“Trevel…” I whisper-whine his name, brushing my fingers through his hair and down his neck, onto his shoulders.
I allow my curious fingertips to graze and explore, burning more and more with each pass. A timer has gone off, and suddenly Ineedhim to wake up so I can get my fix.
God, I want it… I want more.
“Trevel, wake up.” I squirm beneath him, rocking my hips into his, my erection filling rapidly. I’m already rock hard, and I can feel him too; stiff and hot, aching me down to my core. “I want…” My voice is gruff as I swallow. “I wanna play, violet eyes.”
He makes a soft, peaceful noise, out like a light. I’m actually jealous, because I can’t remember the last time I slept so soundly. But I’m burning alive with frustrated desire, too strong to ignore just so he can get his beauty sleep.
There’s something so salacious about waking up this way, fullyravenous. Shrouded in darkness, curiosity piqued. It’s when I can truly set myself free. Let go of my hang-ups and be real and raw and fucking hungry.
I’m fuckingstarvedright now, and I need something…Someoneto devour until I’m full.
