Page 51 of Rose and Shadows
“You have rendered it necessary, Lazriel.” He brushed his lips over mine. “That’s okay. You just require guidance. And this will lead you to a realization that will benefit us both beautifully.”
His hands tightened on my face, then he had me choking as he thrust his tongue into my mouth, then took me in a possessive kiss that stole all the breath from my lungs.
When he pulled back I was gasping, wanting to wipe my mouth, but unable to because I was fucking restrained.
“I can’t wait.” He winked. “Until then.”
He spun on his heel, walked to his closet and started dressing, his eyes on me the entire time as I twisted and hissed against the pleasure pulses. He licked his lips as he saw my dick react, and I looked away.
With a whip of wind, he was gone, the door closing, and leaving me hanging with the fucking device tormenting me.
He thought it would make me desperate.
Make me want him.
Especially with all the other shit he’d tossed at me since I’d woken up here.
Psychological torment to sexual torment.
He was escalating.
He thought he was winning.
He thought he was right on the verge.
And he also thought he knew everything about me.
But what he saw was a warped version of the truth, a depraved reality.
He didn’t know all.
And as the pleasure pulses picked up and I started bucking my hips, shame and desperation trying to creep in and fuck with my mind, I stopped myself.
There was a way around it—at least this specific torment.
He was gonna find out just how deficient his understanding of me actually was.
And then he’d be the one getting mind-fucked to hell and back.
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~Velra~
“Aww, come on, you know well now just how sweet I am to those I allow close to me. Don’t tell anyone. Gotta maintain the Halfblood Hound rep.”
Those had been Lazriel’s words to me, his gentle words that he’d uttered in that loveable playful way of his.
To the outside world, he appeared tough, hardened, and even abrasive.
But to those he held dear, those he bravely risked opening up to, that protective façade fell away.
He was a true sweetheart.
And all he’d ever wanted was belonging and love.
To be accepted as he was.
To be able to show who he was without being guilted, shamed, or rejected.
