Moaning like an animal, I allow the best orgasm of my life to crash over me like a warm tidal wave.
ChapterNineteen
Luna
If he wasn’t holding onto my ankle so tightly, I know I would be thrashing around, because the ecstatic throes of my arousal are almost overwhelming me.
But Shadow grips my left foot in an almost reverential worshiping way—with his handandhis teeth.
As my throbbing orgasm fades, I begin to notice other things.Slowly, I begin to make a list of what feel like injuries.
The cushioned plumpness of my pussy lips feels bruised and smooshed.
My jaw is sore from the way I have been clenching my mouth in a rigor.
The skin on the lower part of my face is raw from the rough brushing of Shadow’s beard scruff.
And I think I might have some kind of carpet burn from the sheets on the base of my spine, just above the dimples of my lower back.
This list takes a second for me to count as the best orgasm of my life slowly slips away and the reality of my down-to-earth world creeps back.
Wincing, I try to wriggle out from underneath him.But it’s as if Shadow is lost in a world of passion as he sucks my foot just above the arch.
For a moment, I am disassociated from what I can see is happening.And then it finally sinks in.
Shadow is feeding on me and cumming at the same time.His dark blue eyes drill into me as he tastes and breathes the tang of iron in the air.
I am fascinated as he holds me in his thrall, but my injuries are too many for me to forget them for too long.Pushing him in panic, I struggle to get him off me.
It’s over in an instant.Letting my foot drop, Shadow rolls off me with a lazy sigh.
“You’re even sweeter than I thought you would be.”
I’m still weak from my orgasm, so all I can do is bring my foot up to my face and poke at the bite site.
There is no pain.Nor are there any bite marks.As I probe the skin, a warm feeling of happiness floods over me.It reminds me of the time I fell and cut my knee open to the bone as a young child.The doctor injected me with a morphine-based painkiller to dull the discomfort.
“Are you addictive?”
I can’t help it.I just blurt out the question before I can think about it.
“Heh.You’re a cutie, you know that, Luna?”Shifting over so I can lie with my neck propped up by his upper arm—the muscles feel like a ridge of wood underneath me—Shadow chuckles.“It would suit me just fine if you were to take a long-term shine to me, sweetheart.But no, I’m not addictive.”
The post-sex glow I’m feeling right now is amazing.“Why would it suit you if I became addicted to having sex with you, Shadow?Do you want to teach me a lesson for turning you down before?”
He is unfazed by my teasing.
“Nope.But I want you to be my old lady, Luna.That would be a real sweet deal.I would treat you like a queen.Queen of the MC.”
That lazy afterglow is slowly increasing.When I look up at the ceiling, it might be spinning a bit.It’s difficult for me to get the words out.My mouth is starting to feel numb.“I… I’m not old, Shad… ooooh.I m-might not even b-be a lady…”
I’m dimly aware of him sitting up.Shadow stares down at me and then lifts my wrist to feel my pulse as if he can’t believe what his acute senses are telling him.
Is he going to eat me?That would be so lovely.
I want more…
“Luna!Luna!”He's slapping my cheek.“Wake up!”
