But the tail knows exactly what it’s doing. It rims that last forbidden entrance with the slick it stole from me before easing in—then beelines to the bundle of nerves the shadows discovered earlier in the night, pressing against it with precision.
The shock wave of pleasure nearly knocks the breath out of me. And my clit throbs back to life.
The shaft between my back cheeks swirls while the triangle tip lodges itself deep against that hidden bundle, applying relentless pressure—just as another shadow resumes its rhythm on my clit.
Before the last orgasm has even fully ebbed, a new one starts blooming inside me.
Am I really…?
Am I really going to come again? This fast?
Apparently, I am.
One moment I’m still clinging to the kiss….
the next, my back is arching violently over his anchoring arm.
My head falls to the side, and I catch our reflection in the blackened glass of his window.
Me: fully impaled on this winged monster’s staff.
Him: only partially buried, his thick gray length visibly stretching me wide in the reflection.
The orgasm is so powerful, my legs loosen around his waist. My face slackens. I look like a rag doll having a seizure.
If not for his arm, I’d fall to the floor—conquered, completely boneless.
But he doesn’t let me fall.
Instead, he pulls me back up… His impossible staff swelling even thicker inside my overstretched folds.
“Sallie Rose…” he pants. As if speaking my name costs him something. Even though he shows no strain while holding me effortlessly impaled. “Sallie Rose…”
His eyes burn now. Like the suns. Blinding.
But I can’t look away.
Or stop myself from clenching around him.
Or not whisper the words that fall out next: “I’m glad,” I breathe. “I’m really, truly glad I didn’t die a virgin. I can’t believe I almost didn’t know this.”
He freezes.
Then his lips peel back. But not for a smile.
His fangs gleam in the torchlight.
And then… he sinks them into my neck.
Unraveled
VEYRION
I did so well—untilI let myself approach her.
Yes, my staff throbbed like a living animal beneath my loincloth as I used the shadows to keep her trembling on the edge, withholding her release again and again.
But I held on to my composure, keeping my eye-glow dimmed so I wouldn’t see her too clearly—wouldn’t have to watch her delectable body writhe under my torture.
