He moans around my finger, and I use the opportunity to lift my hips and then lower myself onto his cock. His mouth drops open, and my hand falls to my side. Oh, God, he feels so good inside me. I can’t believe he thought for even a second that he needed to be bigger than he already is. His dick is so big that it’s almost painful, nudging deep deepdeep.
But then something changes inside me. He’s not getting longer, but he’s getting thicker, and I think the shape of him is…shifting. I gasp when a knob forms on top of his cock, pressing hard and rubbing against my G-spot.
A rough, desperate noise bursts out of me, and I dig my nails into his shoulders. It feels so good that my legs tremble. “Oh, fuck, yes.” My head falls back, my body entirely focused on that spot where he’s rubbing against me with every rock of our hips.
When he groans loud, I open my eyes to focus. He has his head thrown back, and I smile watching him. I can barely see him in the darkness that surrounds us, his body and face blending with the shadows, but the shimmers flashing through him and the chaotic swirl of the black smoke tell me he’s enjoying this.
I find his hand and press it to my breast, satisfied when he curls around me instinctively. “Please me,” I tell him. His eyes pop open, almost like he forgot I was here in the first place. He was so lost in what he was feeling.
Yes, he says, his thumb pressing into my nipple as his other hand finds my clit.
I shiver, slamming down onto him hard. Any hope that this might have been something sweet and gentle is gone. And I don’t want that. He doesn’t seem to want that either, if the steadygroans bursting from his mouth with each of my movements is any indication.
Does that please you?he asks, but I’m too distracted by it all: the depth of his cock inside me, the bounce of my own breasts as I ride him, the intoxicating feel of his nakedness pressed to mine. I lean back on my haunches, pressing my palms to his knees. The shift must really feel good because he starts to make a low, whining noise.
“Don’t come,” I tell him, certain he’s right on the edge. “Don’t you dare come until I do.”
He nods, and I go at him faster, chasing my orgasm, all the while aware that he’s keeping his own at bay. I hold his gaze, fighting back my instinct to look away during something so vulnerable, but when his hand shifts, settling right over my heart, and he looks at me like I’m made of starlight, I shatter.
I shout up at the roof, the orgasm pulling me in all different directions as the dark mist around me caresses my over-sensitive skin.
When I’m aware again, I slump against Gabriel and find him trembling. I look up at the sharp jut of his jaw and smile. “You can come now, baby.”
He groans loud and long, hands each taking a big handful of my ass. He slams me down on him, his shout muffled into the side of my neck. And when it’s over, and I’m completely boneless against his chest, I feel more at peace than I ever have in my life.
Chapter 7
Idon’t get to enjoy the peace for very long. As soon as we’re able, Gabriel and I untangle ourselves from each other, and he pulls all of his shadows back into himself, until it’s just the shape of him sitting on the couch.
I stand in front of him, completely naked, and watch. “Do you not wear clothes?” I ask. Last night, when he came on me while touching me, he never took off any pants or anything like that. And this time, too, he had just been magically naked, though I had assumed he had just disrobed while I was recovering from the oral he gave me.
The shadows cover anything that should not be exposed, he says, and I take a moment to examine him. He’s right, I suppose. His skin is black, and the shadows that constantly swirl around him cover his body. Everything is so dark that it’s almost impossible to tell his shadows from his actual figure, but maybe it doesn’t matter since it’s all part of him anyway.
“Do you feel different?” I ask him.
I guess I thought once we were done, I would be able to feel that he’s connected to me, but I don’t really feel any different.
Yes.There’s that shimmer. To my surprise, a smile spreads across his mouth, bright white teeth visible against the inky black of the rest of him.
“Hmmmm.” I reach for my clothes. “I guess we could go for a walk to see if it took.”
Oh, it took. There’s no getting away from me now, Calista.
Butterflies start low in my stomach at the command in his voice, and I’m just about to crawl right back into his lap to demand he fuck me again when I hear footsteps behind me.
Gabriel’s black eyes move to something past me, and he shoots up off the couch as I spin around. There, with a handful of some kind of herbs held above her head, is the woman from the bookstore. Her eyes are wild, and she shakes the smoking herb stick at me and shouts, “You invited it into your bed! It’s attached itself to you!”
“Stop!” I shout, trying to reach for the burning stick. But she dodges me, moving toward Gabriel, and I realize it’s not me she’s trying to get with all that gray smoke; it’s him.
“Go back where you came from!” she shouts, and Gabriel turns into black smoke, scattering backward to avoid the woman. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out something that she holds in the center of her palm. When she lifts it toward Gabriel, I see that it’s a black crystal. “Go back to Hell, demon!”
Gabriel’s shadows become thinner, like smoke dissipating after a candle has been blown out. As she gets closer to him, he looks like he’s caving in, getting smaller and smaller.
“No!” I scream. “Leave him alone!”
I lunge forward and step between them, shoving the woman back as hard as I can. She stumbles, landing on the couch with enough force that it slides back a few inches under her weight.
The woman’s wide eyes meet mine. “I’m trying to save you,” she says, her face so innocent that it’s almost enough for me to feel bad for her. But then I remember that she broke into myrental and threatened my new boyfriend. That she accosted me in a bookstore. That she keeps calling him ademon from Hell.
