When my gaze returned to him, my breath caught. Shai walked ahead of me with that confident, predatory stride, each step of his felt calculated, graceful and powerful. His hips moved with a rhythm that was both sinful and divine, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I parted my lips slightly, just watching, mesmerized. He was perfect. No, he was my kind of perfect.
I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring it all — the music, the scent of caramel and smoke in the air, the taste of joy on my tongue. Inside me, something glowed, something that hadn’t shone in a long time like sunlight breaking through a dream.
“Don’t fall asleep, kitten.” His voice reached me over his shoulder, low and teasing. When he looked back, the red gleam of his pumpkin eyes met my gaze, and I felt my knees go weak.
I giggled, shaking my head as I followed, still grinning like an idiot. That’s when I noticed where he was leading me, toward an old run-down building on the far edge of the park.
It looked like one of those haunted rides from childhood, the kind where you sit in a creaky little cart, roll into a tunnel of fake screams, and get startled by ragdoll monsters dangling from the ceiling. The entrance was faded and cracked, the decorations sun-bleached and forgotten.
“Is it… here?” I asked, arching a brow.
This area was nearly deserted. The music from the park sounded distant now, muffled by the dark. The old gate to the ride was covered in rusted skulls that once must’ve been painted bright white or grey and in the middle of the track sat a single trolley, it looked ancient and ugly… yet when we got closer, I realized something strange.
It gleamed. The metal wasn’t old or rusted at all, it shimmered like silver.
“Trust me, kitten.”
He took my hand and helped me into the far seat, then climbed in beside me. With one smooth motion, he pulled down the iron bar that locked us in place, and the trolley lurched forward. The speakers around the entrance let out a chorus of warped, static-filled screams, and then—
Darkness.
Thick, absolute darkness swallowed us whole. I squeezed Shai’s hand tightly, feeling his warmth against my palm. He laughed softly, and the only thing I could see were his eyes that was glowing faintly with red through the hollow pumpkin face.
Nothing else. Just us, the sound of our breath, and the endless black ahead.
XII
Shai’s hand slipped from mine, and a wave of fear immediately rippled through me, that raw, instinctive fear of being alone in the dark. My breath hitched, the blackness pressing in on all sides, until his red eyes flickered back to life beside me, glowing like twin flashlights in the void.
“I’m right here… relax,” his voice rumbled, deep and steady, carrying that dangerous calm that always made me trust him even when I shouldn’t. “Just a couple of minutes, and we’ll be there.”
I clung to the cold metal bar that held us inside this damned trolley, knuckles whitening as we suddenly lurched forward. The cart dove down the track like a falling star, weightless for a heartbeat before gravity caught us again.
A scream tore out of me but before I could take another breath, his hand found my waist, firm and reassuring. He pulledme closer, steadying me against his chest, and then his hand began to drift lower… slow, deliberate, tracing the curve of my stomach.
We leveled out. The trolley stopped its wild fall and began gliding through the darkness in smooth, winding turns. The rails creaked beneath us, the echo stretching into the unknown. Faint laughter and distant carnival music mingled in the air, wrapping around us in strange and haunting atmosphere, and yet… somehow it felt safe. With him.
He started a delicate dance of his fingers against my aching, latex-covered clit. A shuddering exhale escaped my lips, but my grip on the iron never wavered, my fingers clinging to it as if my very existence hung in the balance. Suddenly, the flickering light from the pumpkin's eerie red eyes vanished, plunging us into a more intimate darkness.
Cool air kissed my neck a heartbeat before his scorching lips descended upon my skin, a trail of searing kisses blazing a path from my jaw to my shoulder. I arched into him, a throaty moan tearing from my chest as his hot tongue emerged to paint my skin with his demonic essence, as if he sought to brand me, to mark me irrevocably as his own.
My hips bucked as he deftly stroked my swollen clit through the latex, each brush of his fingers stoking the flames within me. A strangled whimper escaped me as his other hand clamped down on my waist, gripping the latex-clad curve possessively. Sharp teeth sank into the tender flesh of my neck, drawing a hiss of pained pleasure from my throat, the erotic sting morphing into a throb of lust.
He groaned against my skin, the vibrations sending shockwaves of desire cascading through my trembling core. As he suckled the crimson blooms rising on my throat, his hand crept higher, palming the swell of my breast through the skin-tight material. My nipples hardened beneath his touch, straining against the confines of my suit, begging for his attention.
With a wicked grin and a dark chuckle, he hooked his fingers into the latex that covered my aching clit, the fabric groaning in protest. He tore away the delicate lace of my fishnets, the gossamer threads unraveling like the fraying edges of my sanity. Before I could draw breath, two long fingers plunged into my dripping pussy, stroking me gently, probing and claiming me deeply. A scream tore from my throat, echoing off the walls as we plummeted into the abyss, destination unknown. Perhaps it was the gateway to the underworld, the entrance to hell itself that he called a club, a twisted slide into the bowels of depravity. Through the haze of lust, I glimpsed Shai's grin, it was feral and triumphant, and he greedily captured my lips in a searing kiss, swallowing my cries of ecstasy.
"Shhh, hush now, no thoughts allowed in that little head of yours," he purred against my mouth, fingers pumping me steadily, thumb circling my swollen, throbbing clit. "Forget your fears, lose yourself in the pleasure, in me. We're going to the club, my darling kitten, and you're safe in my arms. Just surrender to me, be a good girl."
I could only laugh breathlessly in response, my body writhing against the seat as he worked me with expert finesse. The wet sounds of my arousal filled the space, the evidence of my desire coating his hand, dripping down to stain the seat beneath us. Each thrust of his fingers struck that secret spot within me, sending bolts of electricity zipping up my spine, threatening to shatter me into a million glittering pieces.
He drank in my desperation, reveling in the slick, obscene noises of my dripping pussy as he fingered me with increasing fervor. With each plunge, he gathered my juices, painting my inner walls with the proof of my craving. The wagon filled with the heady scent of my arousal, the air thick with the promise ofsin to come. I was lost in a fog of lust, drowning in sensation, my world narrowing to the feeling of his fingers inside me, the press of his lips on mine, the thrum of the cart beneath us.
"Shhh, come for me, kitten," he rasped, sharp teeth sinking into the lobe of my ear as his fingers drove into my clenching heat with renewed speed. "Come undone for me, scream my name as you come!"
I obeyed his command, my body convulsing violently in his embrace as a devastating orgasm crashed over me. "SHAI!" I cried out, my voice breaking on a wail of liquid ecstasy. Waves of pleasure pulsed through my quivering form, my pussy clamping down rhythmically around his thrusting digits as he continued to pump into my spasming core.
With a swift, almost brutal motion, he shoved the crotch of my suit down, the fabric yielding with a sharp slap against my sensitive clit. Exposed and wanting, I could only cling to him, my nails raking down his chest as I rode out the aftershocks of my climax in his arms, my juices dripping freely down my thighs. The cool air kissed my overheated skin, a stark contrast to the scorching heat radiating from his own body.
