Page 135 of Cruelest Kiss and Fairest Blood
Pushing inside him and feeling his body tense and buck has my heart jumping into my throat as it races so fast it may leave my body. The sounds he’s making have me so wet I could fill the damn river.
“If you need to stop, or something doesn’t feel good, just tell me.” My breath is shaky as I speak. I have no clue what I’m doing, but Harrow’s reactions give me all the incentive I need to keep going. Adopting a rhythm I’ve felt Harrow use a million times with me, I move my hips in slow, deep thrusts.
Harrow whimpers. Excitement shoots straight to my core.
“Feel good?”
“Fuck, yes, fuck…”
I’ve never felt so alive. Ironic it’s happening in the land of the dead. My pace is steady. How the hell does Harrow make this look so easy? I’ve barely started, and already my knees are aching, my ass is burning, and my lower back is screaming. If we’re going to make this a regular thing, I’d better start working out.
My fingers dig into the solid muscles of his back, anchoring us closer together. I’m so packed full of adrenaline I could explode. Harrow’s moans and groans of pleasure are all a result of me. I’m doing this to him, giving him pleasure while he takes it and begs for more. It’s fucking thrilling.
It isn’t long before his body is trembling beneath me. Is this what it feels like for him when he makes me fall apart? I’ve always thought it was amazing how he knows when I’m close. Being in charge, I can see it so clearly. He is definitely close.
My confidence grows by the second. “You gonna be a good boy and come for me?”
“Yes, you… feel… uhh… so good.” His voice is broken.
The harder I fuck him, the harder my doppelgänger fucks herself. She scoots forward, giving him the full view just inches from his face.
“Damn, that’s hot,” Harrow growls out. He runs a finger up the shadow woman’s inner calf. The sensation tickles, making me giggle.
“Can you feel when I touch your shadows?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Good. You’ll be coming along with me.”
Harrow’s mouth descends on the pussy of my shadow self. The sensations go straight between my own thighs. I didn’t know that could happen. It’s a struggle to stay focused now that he’stongue-fucking me. The excitement has my hips moving harder, shadow cock burying deeper.
He grunts, “Fucking hell, Roseheart.”
My hips buck wildly when he sucks my clit between his lips.
“This isn’t fair. I wanted to make you come fir?—”
My orgasm cuts through the burning of my muscles, spinning my mind and filling me with euphoria. Like a pleasure-powered machine, I keep thrusting through my climax. Harrow releases me, groaning as his muscles tense. He grunts, crying out. I hear his spend hit the floor—wet, sloppy, and so hot.
I did it. I fucking did it.
His body shudders, and my movements slow. I slide in and out of him twice more before slowly pulling all the way out. Harrow collapses. My chains vanish, along with the harness. Harrow’s breathing is labored, eyes tightly shut.
We’re both quiet for a few minutes, lying together on the cold crystal floor. When my breathing evens out, I ask him, “What did you think?”
“We will definitely be doing that again.”
My grin is too wide to hide. He cracks an eye open.
“You look awfully pleased with yourself.”
“Iampleased, thanks for noticing.”
He gives me a breathy chuckle. “You’re a wonder, Lenore Roseheart. A fucking wonder.”
I draw Harrow a bath to soak his sore body and massage his knotted muscles.
“You did so good.”
