Page 41 of Mortal Magic (Shadow Shifter)

Skin slid over her body before it contorted and her human form emerged. She clasped her hands over her breasts before she shifted her clothes from the shadows. “The shadows make a great closet, but I keep forgetting to retrieve my clothes.”

“It takes some getting used to. I’ve had to remind Dannika on several occasions to dress herself.”

“I imagine that was pretty embarrassing for her,” Riley said.

“A little, which I understand in her case. I don’t understand why you are,” he said.

Riley yawned, covering her mouth with her hand. “I’m sorry. Knee-jerk reaction, I guess. You are right about the tired part though.”

Colton ran his fingers over her arm. “It’ll pass quickly, but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable with me. I will never ask you to do anything that you are unsure of.”

She leaned over and kissed him. The simple act of compassion turned to fire in his veins in a matter of seconds.

Colton’s lips descended on her so fast Riley grabbed onto him to balance herself. His iridescent eyes pulsed with fire and arousal. She opened her mouth, accepting his desire without question. Her compassion a gift he would never take for granted. One he would thank the heavens for again and again. Her body a paradise that knew no equal. She moaned when his tongue swept through her lips, demanding she acknowledge him. Her mate.

Her body responded, pressing against his as urgent as his own. The smoldering fire beneath the surface erupted into a volcano of heat and desire. Adrenaline raced through his blood, connecting with her shadow. A primal reaction to the man who held her body captive. The man that would ensnare her soul for all time. She grabbed his neck, holding him against her as she returned his fiery kisses, each one more addictive than the last.

Riley was beautiful. A nymph from another world that wove a spell of seduction and desire. The dark satin hair wrapped around his arm as he held her was as perfect as her skin. Her duty to him and her father made her more attractive to him. She was everything. An erotic dream come to life. The ones he pretended never existed. Childhood dreams lost in the battle of life, now breathed life into his soul. His heart.

She gasped when he removed her clothes, but it wasn’t fear. It was anticipation. He loved that about her, too. The joy and surprise every moment brought her.

He kissed her again, then knelt before her, kissing the inside of her thighs. There was something sensual about caressing her while he remained clothed. Colton didn’t break her gaze. He let her see his eyes dilate in triumph as he shifted his clothes to the shadows.

Colton smiled, then he pulled her down and laid her out on the carpet. His fingers played over her skin as if she were the finest piece of silk, the rarest flower that would bloom for him alone. His hands roamed her body with expertise, weaving a spell of desire and destiny. One that centered around him. His hands were powerful, and her breathy moans added to the magic of the moment. His caress roamed from her breasts, down her stomach and between her inner thighs, heightening her pleasure and his.

Riley sucked in an unsteady breath. It hitched as his fingers traveled higher up her legs, caressing over the hottest part of her. She tried to turn away, to pry her eyes from the intensity of his gaze, but he trapped her in a web of hunger and need—a hold he had no intention of relinquishing.

Colton placed his hands on her upper thighs as he wedged his shoulders between them.

“Don’t move. I need to taste you,” he said with a growl.

Her legs moved restlessly as his breath heated her thighs, the whisper a promise, one of seduction and pleasure. She cried out when he nipped her skin in warning, then eased the sting with a stroke of his tongue.

“Colton, please,” she hissed.

He loved making her impatient. “We are just getting started, baby.” He swept his tongue through her slick folds.

She arched up as the sensation ricocheted through her. His hand pressed against her stomach, holding her in place as his tongue pursued its sensual massage. Her breath hitched as her nipples peaked, begging for his touch. Her stomach muscles bunched, looking for an escape from the excruciating pleasure his mouth was creating. He didn’t lick her; he devoured her like a starving animal. Hot cream rushed between her legs, but he wanted more. He craved it.

His growls of pleasure vibrated against her skin, elevating her arousal. Her body was aflame with lust. He tested her shadow, combining their essence. Feeling the mindless desire as powerful as his own. She didn’t want to escape. She wanted to bind herself to him, consuming one another in darkness and desire. An eternity of ecstasy that revolved around her alone.

Her orgasm ripped through her in a tsunami of pleasure. Rippling waves of erotic fire that washed through their connection. She scratched his back, shredding his skin beneath her fingernails. Marking him as his demon roared in triumph.

Her breath stuttered. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.”

He spoke with her juices on his lips. “Because I’m yours and you are mine.”

Colton whispered the words, but he might as well have shouted them. They branded her soul. She tried to retreat, but her shadow wouldn’t allow such an action. It made its presence known, darkening the room as it reached for him, reassuring him they were one.

He didn’t wait. His thick cock nudged her entrance. “You have to understand, Riley. I will never give you up. I won’t allow anyone to come between us.”

The craving need escalated to the point of madness. She could fight him, but not the connection they shared. Her lust was his, her desire a nectar he would get drunk on for eternity. Riley would have agreed to anything to ease the tension in her body. The burning between her legs. While her mind still had reservations, her body had given in.

He thrust into her, allowing his long, hard shaft to rip through her warm flesh. The velvet channel clamped on to him like a vise. It reminded him, every moment with her felt like the first. She made him feel so alive. So free. White lightning burned through his blood as fireworks burst beneath his skin, electrifying everything in its wake. He held her hips, angling them so he could penetrate deeper with each stroke, building the heat into a raging inferno nothing could tame.

He couldn’t alter his pace. Her lips parted, perched on the edge of an endless scream. Time stopped as pleasure swamped him, her body too small as his hard cock battered into her, growing thicker, stretching her with each invasive stroke. When the torturous desire seemed too much, he pumped harder. Over and over into her slick, soft flesh, an erotic fury fueled by anger, love, and acceptance. Each stroke branded her, screaming at the heavens she was his.

Love and lust burned between them, a living inferno of want and need. His muscles coiled. His cock swelled, as did the urgency of his tempo. She screamed his name as he came inside her. Hot jets seared her from the inside out as his animal growled in satisfaction.

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