Or at least that’s what I think I’m riding into a friction frenzy.
My heart races, my breath quickens, and I can feel the heat radiating from my core as his tongue explores every inch of mine. He kisses me with wild, possessive need and I meet it with the same fervor.
The heat of the room and the lava running through my veins has me covered in sweat. I’m slick against him, making me only fall more into the sex-daze.
I should be worried.
I should think about the logistics.
Shadow is a monster who creeps out from under my bed, eats hearts, and rips the heads off my enemies. This can’t possibly work emotionally or physically. But the waves of serotonin, or oxytocin, are crashing into me until I don’t give a single solitary fuck.
An electric current runs through us, and I’m torn between chasing the tightening sensations in my belly and letting myself break into grateful sobs.
I’m not alone. Not when he’s here.
The pleasure of this singular moment shrinks the rest of my life into tiny specks of dust.
"I want you. I need you," I moan as his forked tongue meets mine.
The taste of his mouth is like licking the middle of a lightning bolt. It’s more elegant and precise than a human tongue, yet it still fills and overwhelms my mouth the way I want to be filled at my aching wet center. He tastes of smoke and something so masculinely unique. I’m addicted.
I’m lost in the sensation of his mouth on mine, the way his tongue slides between my lips, exploring every inch of my mouth, stroking mine with a skill that has me panting harder.
Whether it’s his clawed hands guiding me, or my own hips, I’m rocking on his hardness until the energy boils over. My slick center violently pulses against him as I ride his throbbing member through the rough material of my jeans. He grips my waist, guiding me faster and faster.
I struggle to breathe as the coils in my lower belly twist tighter and tighter. Something other than his hands grabs myhair and jerks my head back. That forked tongue snakes its way up and down my neck, sucking, licking, hitting every screaming nerve ending that is desperate for more more more.
I feel so empty in my body, my heart, my soul. I need him in all places at once. He could pierce my throat with his fangs and I’d revel in the sensation of being filled by him. Would he do that if I asked him?
Before I can ask, he releases my hair.
"This is wrong, Evie," he rasps, in that deliciously monstrous voice.
That only gets me hotter, and I grind faster and harder, my moans getting louder as I desperately chase the twisting feeling pushing me higher and higher.
"You have to stop me or I’m going to lose control," he warns. Shadow’s eyes, like black holes swallowing the silver moon, pull me into his gravity. He’s a predator about to devour me.
"Good," I shoot at him, glaring as I meet his gaze. "I want you to. I want you to feel how I feel." My voice is strangled and punctuated with desperate mewls as I claw at him.
I want to draw blood. I want to make him stay. Claw out a piece I can keep with me.
A low dangerous growl emanates from his chest.
"I’m going to come," I moan in his ear, holding him tighter.
Shadow murmurs something against my neck, in a language I don’t recognize. It sounds like a prayer, but I’m distracted by the way he’s moving so much faster and harder.
My back smashes into the wall as Shadow drives himself into me over and over. It spurs on the frenzy, our movements reaching a frantic, desperate pace as I edge closer to release.
"Shadow," I whisper as all the pressure breaks.
Like a dam holding back a thousand tons of water, I explode and disintegrate in his arms. I’m left gasping for air as all the muscles in my body clench and release over and over. Half-strangled screams fight to escape my throat before my teeth sink into the meat of his shoulder.
"My little monster," he says with a fierce possessiveness even as he continues to drive into me.
My body is so hot from the exertion, I’m shivering. So I cling to him as the echoes of the sensations slowly dissipate. His skin radiates with the heat of a fire. I feel like I’m melting into his body, like we’ve already become one, despite being fully clothed.
But then the cold creeps in.
