At the next particularly brutal thrust, the dam broke. I screamed, my core clenching around him as the waves of pleasure tore free. My back arched, and his mouth left my neck.
“That’s it,” he grunted next to my ear. “That’s it. Good girl.”
The bliss bordered on the edge of pain. I felt it when Shade found his release, pumping into me twice more before his entire body tensed. He choked on a shout, his hips stuttering as he fought to keep himself moving inside of me.
His face fell onto the crook of my shoulder, and he caughthis weight with his elbows before he could crush me. He rolled onto the bed beside me, tugging one of my legs over his hip to keep our bodies connected.
We both caught our breath.
He never softened completely.
After long, sweet minutes of soothing each other, he began moving again.
My brows rose, and I shifted my hips in encouragement. “Again?” I asked.
His hand slipped to my ass, using the grip as leverage. “If we only have this night, I want to spend it making you unravel as many times as possible.”
My eyes rolled back in my head. “But?—”
“No arguments.” Shadows slithered around my wrists, grabbing hold and yanking them above my head.
I swallowed. “I want to touch you.”
He visibly shuddered. “There is time for that yet.”
CHAPTER 45
Shade
Ihad always liked the sunrise.
It was magical, watching the two suns crest the horizon, slowly slipping to their homes in the center of the sky.
Even if the sunlight forced my shadows into hiding, they remained, in dark and secret spaces. Private and protected.
Today, I wished, more than anything, that time would freeze entirely. That the suns would stay below the horizon.
I wished the day would never come to be.
This fucking terrible day. It was a punch to the face, coming after the perfect night.
The Kings men were coming, and I had a huge choice to make.
I could fight. I could kill them all and take Ginger for myself.
I could run like a coward and hide.
Or I could let the King’s men take me away from her.
All situations ended with me losing Ginger.
I was stuck.
It was up to her—whatever my Ginger wished, I would do.
My mind whirled through different possibilities, different ideas, begging for different outcomes.
But I couldn’t see it.
