Page 282 of Shadowman
They were… uncharacteristically soft. Not that I’d ever imagined kissing him, but if Ihad, I wouldn’t have thought it’d feel likethis…
The unexpectedness of it held me still, allowing him to pin me down and kiss me deeper.
What… the… fuck… is… happening?My thoughts pulsed with every thump of my heart.
Hands lying limp at my sides, my brain was running through a million questions and concerns aboutwhyThe Ivory was in my cell andwhyhe was kissing me. I just couldn’t process it. My head was spinning.
But it felt good. Despite what I knew about him asthe Warden—a vengeful being who thrives on the chaos, discomfort and the sadness of others—the kiss was different. It wasseparatefrom all that.
Maybe it makes me weak, or maybe I’m too needy for my own good. But I remembered the way it felt with him, in his office that day… Under his desk. I remembered howgiving inhad settled me so profoundly.
When you’re so used to fighting the truth, giving up can get you high with a much-needed release of serotonin.
I couldn’t believe it was happening again, but against all will of my mind, my body took over once more and I arched up into it—intohim. I gave myself over to the sensation of a softly ravenous kiss from this wickedly powerful man andopenedfor him.
Just like that, I was blooming. His tongue slid into my mouth, and the feel and taste sent a jolt between my legs, stiffening my cock. He licked deep and deliberately into my mouth, feeding me the distinct flavor of sweet mint, like wintergreen. His tongue was toying with mine in slow, feathering strokes that were scrambling my goddamn brain.
Why is he doing this?
Why am I letting him do this??
Why… does it feelsofucking good?
Without even realizing it, I reached out, for hair or a jaw to cling to. But as soon as I had it tangibly in my hands, it stopped. He took his mouth away, and the hypnotizing kiss was over way too quickly.
The abruptendto it jump-started my furious confusion. The shame of how instantly needy I’d just become—forhimof all people—turned to fast hostility.
“What the hell was that?!” I gasped—quietly, so no one outside of my cell would overhear. I scowled up at his face,shadowed by the lack of light, only just noticing how pitch black it was around me, save for a red glow coming from up the row. It meant the power was out, the generator running only back-up lights. “Why are you… why would you—”
“Shh…” The Ivory pressed his long finger to my lips. “No talking. Just wait.”
“Wait forwhat??” I grumbled, eyes flinging to the cell bars in sudden paranoia.
I hated how hoarse my voice sounded, how much I was shivering, and how hard my dick still was.
What if someone found out? What if someone saw me being so gay and slutty??
Oh, shit. My fucking journal.
Feeling around frantically, I located it under my blanket, breathing a sigh of relief. A humming chuckle echoed beside me…
“Silly shadow pet,” The Ivory spoke quietly, resounding like a bass line. “I don’t want toreadyour secrets. I want to watch you make them.”
It was then that I began to feel it. Something wasn’t right.
I felt… strange.
Blinking up at him, I tried to ask, “What’s happening to me?” But my tongue wouldn’t work. I physically couldn’t speak.
The Ivory grinned down at me, the glowing halo of his white hair shrouded in darkness showing him to me as his true self.
The angel of light…Lucifer.
Okay, what in the hell is going on?I thought.Why does everything feel weird??
“Come,” he commanded, then stood up, floating toward the bars of my cell.
Once I sat up, I felt it evenstronger. That sort of hypersensitive awareness only narcotics can provide.
