Pleasure began rebuilding. “Wait,” I begged. I was desperate to please him, to shove his undershorts aside, grasp his cock and?—
“Again. Let me take care of you,” he said firmly.
My knees weakened. “I can’t?—”
“You can. And you will. Right now, your body is mine. You will do as I ask—and you’ll love it. Won’t you?” His mouth returned to my core, now overstimulated. It felt so good it was almost painful.
His fingers stretched me slowly, rhythmically.
My face screwed up. “Yes,” I whispered.
It didn’t take long for him to bring me to the edge again and send me falling. The orgasm was quick and brutal, tearing through me and leaving me feeling shattered.
Finally, he slipped his fingers from me. I felt desperately empty.
He rose to his feet, a satisfied smirk on his face.
I fought to catch my breath.
When his shadows released my arms, they fell uselessly to my sides, and my legs buckled. Strong arms scooped me up before I could fall.
He strode to my bedroom, settling me on the center of my bed, careful to keep my antlers from hitting the headboard. I let my legs fall open, my muscles feeling loose and languid.
Shade crawled over me, settling his strong body between my hips. His hands stroked my forehead, brushing back loose tendrils of hair. I let my arms settle comfortably around his neck.
I smiled at him, feeling satisfied to my very bones, though my blood continued to simmer.
His cock jerked against my stomach.
My smile grew.
Feeling a rare confidence, I slipped my hands down his back, toying with the waistband of his undershorts. “Remove these, please.”
He swallowed. “As you wish.”
Without moving an inch, and without looking away from my face, his shadows grasped the fabric and tugged, leaving him naked on top of me.
His cock was a hot, slick bar against my stomach. I glanced down, unable to resist. His cock was impressive, thick and long and so swollen it looked painful. It was a dark color, the same inky tone as his fingertips. Pre cum leaked steadily from the tip. It twitched as I watched, oozing another drop.
I glanced up to look at Shade’s face. It was impressive, how he was able to restrain himself when his body was so clearly wound up to the point of snapping.
I slipped a hand between our bodies.
He jerked when I made contact. My fingers circled him, squeezing gently. His skin wassohot, so smooth here.
I stroked him, base to tip, watching his face as I did so. His eyes pinched shut, and his head fell forward to rest in the crook of my shoulder.
I grinned. I loved having this effect on him. I had never felt sexier. More powerful.
Iron tendrils circled my wrist, halting the movement before I could pump him again.
“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, suddenly worried.
He took a few deep breaths before he could respond. When he finally spoke, his voice was strangled. “No. The opposite. I will spill over your stomach before I get the chance to sink my body into yours.”
“That’s okay, we can?—”
“No,” he interrupted me. He lifted his head to peer into my eyes. “I want this too badly.”
