Page 79 of To Crave Deeply
He moved in a blur. One second, I was pressed against the door, the next I felt the softness of the mattress beneath me as Torsten threw me onto the bed and hovered above me. He sat back on his heels and looked down at me, hunger burning in those mismatched eyes. He ripped his shirt off, revealing his muscled torso, and my mouth dropped. Thick swirls of black rose above the waist of his trousers, twisting and turning across his abs. They didn’t look like tattoos; they were darker than that. They were a part of him. Like how his fingers looked dipped in ink, these dark swirls were magnificent. I traced my fingers along the patterns, enjoying the way his muscles flexed as I touched him. The dark lines moved beneath my fingers, the curls unfurling beneath my touch.
“What are they?” I asked breathlessly.
His large hand covered mine on his torso. “Shadows. They’re my shadows.”
Something flickered in his eyes, and I instantly knew he was waiting for me to despise them. But there was no way I could ever feel anything like that for him.
I cupped his jaw with my free hand. “They’re beautiful, Torsten.”
Relief swam in his eyes, and he leant forward to press a soft kiss against my lips. “Feed, Lori. Take as much as you need.”
I nodded and opened the door for the demon. She stepped into my skin hungrily and my senses ran into overload. I was filled with need, but it went deeper than mere lust or hunger. It was primal, at the very core of me, yearning to be released.
A growl escaped my throat as I claimed Torsten’s mouth again. The demon opened the connection to his mind and found the nourishment she needed. It flooded my system, and my body became a mass of sensation. Electricity hummed along my veins as the dark energy I took from Torsten careened through me.
His hands were everywhere. My neck, my sides, my breasts. But there were too many clothes in the way. I wanted his touch on my skin. I wanted to feel the heat from him burn me.
Shadows erupted from Torsten. I’d seen it before, but never like this. The black swirls left his skin and moved towards me. I felt them wrap around my limbs and the coolness of their feather-light touch cooled my fevered skin.
Torsten grinned down at me wickedly.
“Torsten, what are you—”
In one swift move, his shadows ripped my clothes from my body and scattered the pieces across the room. I laughed softly. I was completely naked in the blink of an eye. That was a neat trick, and I was suddenly wondering what else those shadows of his were capable of. But I wasn’t given a chance to dissect that thought. His mouth descended onto my skin hungrily, nipping and biting as he trailed his mouth towards my centre.
The connection between us pulsed in time with my need. It seemed like the more dark energy I stole, the more I needed the release. Torsten’s hands wrapped around my thighs, and he spread me wide. He breathed in deeply and a tremor rumbled through his body. My demon was clearly in a desperate, frenzied state because suddenly, my hand was buried deep in his hair on the back of his head and pressing him down towards me. I arched my back as his mouth finally settled on me. He groaned as his tongue licked the length of me, stopping at my clit to circle that little bundle of nerves. He took his time exploring me, tasting me, and I rolled my hips against his mouth.
Over and over again he’d repeat this sweet torture, teasing me until the anticipation of release grew inside me. Fuck, I was ready to explode.
As I watched him feast on me, his fingers digging deep enough into my thighs to leave bruises, a feeling of power washed over me. A feeling of elation and triumph that I had managed to bring this man to his knees. This terrifying creature of nightmares was worshipping me with his mouth, craving me deeply, and feasting on me with the same hunger he had for violence. I should have been scared. I should be running away, but I couldn’t resist the pull of his wildness and strength.
He was magnificent. And he was mine.
I was getting restless. I wanted more. The connection was still pulling energy from him, and it took barely any power for me to flip the both of us over. I was stronger with the dark energy flowing through me. But I’d taken enough. I could feel my demon purring in contentment and I closed the connection. It left my body desperate for release. Desperate for what Torsten could give me.
I raked my nails down his torso, revelling in the way his muscles flexed beneath his pale skin. His hips rose beneath mine and I moaned at the friction. I scooted backwards, still trailing my nails further down until I was level with his bulging cock. I wasted no time unzipping his dark jeans, pulling them off completely and tossing them to the floor. His cock was thick and glorious, and my mouth watered. I wrapped my hand around his length, and he pulsed in my palm.
His hips jerked beneath me as I pumped him, the shadows on his skin swirling frantically as his need for me turned desperate. I licked my lips before leaning down to taste him. I swirled my tongue around his sensitive tip before sucking his length deep into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he thrust his hips again.
I smiled at the way he squirmed beneath me. I wanted more. I wanted to make this man, who was normally so calm and collected, fall to pieces beneath me.
I took him deep to the back of my throat, relaxing so I could swallow the length of him. Curse words fell from his lips as my cheeks hollowed out and my teeth grazed the sensitive underside of his shaft as I came back to his tip. I only managed a few repetitions of this before his hands were in my hair and he pulled me upwards before rolling me beneath him.
“That mouth of yours is fucking sinful,” he growled. I only had a few heartbeats to take a breath before I felt his pulsing cock slide over my wet folds. His mouth claimed mine again and I bit down on his bottom lip. My nails scored his back and he moaned deep into my mouth. Then, as if it were the most natural thing, he sunk himself into me with one deep thrust.
I moaned when he bottomed out, pausing to let me adjust to his size. He braced one arm by my head and the other hooked around my thigh to rest it over his shoulder. He sank deeper into me, and my back arched as my body greedily took everything.
After a few agonizing heartbeats, he started to move. Slowly, he thrust in and out, rolling his hips against me and catching my clit with every single one. We moved together as one, and little by little, he consumed me with each thrust. It was a steady rhythm. A slow, pulsing rhythm that had our bodies covered in a sheen of sweat. I didn’t hold back the moans, and neither did he. We were in this together, and I didn’t care if the whole world could hear us.
With one hand, I fisted the strands of his hair and with the other I curled my fingers into his back. I hung on to him as I met him thrust for thrust. I could feel the orgasm building within me. It built slowly, like a simmering wave of delicious heat prickling along my veins. I was suddenly so desperate for release. My entire body craved it. The energy crackled along my skin as my orgasm got closer. Torsten must have sensed my desperation because he suddenly picked up the pace and slammed into me. He pushed himself higher up my body which had his cock hitting that perfect spot deep within me.
Our hips slammed together, and he let out another string of curse words as he fucked me harder with every second. He wasn’t quiet about it. The bed rocked into the wall and his grunts and groans filled the air.
“Harder!” I cried out. “Don’t fucking stop—” If he stopped now, I’d fucking die.
“Shit…” he groaned. His cock pulsed deep inside of me, and I felt hot cum filling me up. “Oh god… I can’t stop—” His words were guttural as he continued to thrust deep inside of me, and the pure animalistic sound of them had me falling over the edge with him.
