Page 58 of Rose and Shadows
“Yes… there’s our girl…” he moaned out as I scraped my nails over his skin, then leaned in and bit at his abs, before chasing away the sting with teasing flicks of my tongue.
He was hot to the touch and almost feverish with his need.
His appetizing bergamot scent wrapped around me, as did the sounds of the magical chains rattling with him getting all deliciously caught up.
He wasn’t the only one, I was so turned on, dripping everywhere, and I sucked in a harsh breath as I rubbed myself all over his cock, getting him nice and slick for what I had planned.
I went harder, faster, tormenting his needy cock, until he was shuddering from it.
“Like that?”
“It’s clearly a callback to your erotic torment the last time the four of us came together,” he said, smirking. “I’m here for it. All the fucking way, my Dark Beauty.”
I called my shadows, sweeping them around his neck, his pecs, his chest and abs, even over his legs, but leaving his glorious cock untouched.
Well, my shadows weren’t that awful pleasure magic that caused it unnaturally, they were an extension of me and my will, and they covered him beautifully, making him cry out in rapture, buck beneath me, and arch harshly into the bliss.
“More,” he choked.
Pleaded.
Sylas Morgrave was begging me.
And he was also clearly getting off on it.
More.More right now.
I kept my shadows teasing him as I shifted on top of him and reached back, gliding my fingers over his balls that had him cursing out into the room. I grasped the base of his cock, then guided him to my ass.
He realized what I was about to do instantly, and his eyes flamed at me.
I sank down on him, not stopping, taking him inch by inch, panting as the burning feel of him stretching me added to the rest of the intensity, as his gaze locked so heatedly with mine.
It was fucking enrapturing. Every nerve in my body was immersed, my entire being on overload.
“Hell,” I groaned when I was fully seated on him, feeling himsodeep.
“Ungh… fucking devil woman.
I leaned forward, eliciting a rumbling groan from him that rolled right through me as it shifted his cock inside me. The thrill of it, the dirty look in his eyes, it all had me losing myself to it, and then I was riding him right away, the burn slamming up against all the rest and driving me on and on. It was rough and hard, and fucking harsh and as curses slipped from his throat, I pressed my hands to his chest, my frost spreading over his skin.
The moment it touched, it started melting and seeping into him, as he worked his power with mine.
Puffs of frost escaped his harsh breaths and I looked to his muscles going taut and his fingers twitching in the cuffs, sparks of his red power going off, as he struggled not to break through them.
I ran my fingers up his arms and pressed my frost to the cuffs. I couldn’t break through his power, but he got the message, while my screams prevented me from verbalizing it, and he dematerialized them with a brief flare of his magic.
And then I was shrieking as he lurched up and jerked me harshly onto his lap, keeping himself buried deep inside my ass somehow in the process, and hitting a whole other angle that shot all the breath from my lungs.
He banded one arm around my back, his chest tight against my breasts, abrading my nipples with my harsh movements.
He scraped his teeth over my throat, then licked and sucked ravenously.
But he didn’t take back control over the rhythm. He left it to me, just holding me against him very possessively for him, his mouth, tongue, and teeth all over any part of me that he could reach.
And then I was jolting as his free hand slipped down between us and he rolled his thumb over my clit. Pinching, swirling, slapping… he shot the pleasure surging through every part of me into the stratosphere.
“The way you’re working my cock…motherfucker.”
