"I came here to protect." The words are ground out like rocks, as if it pains him to say it.
The childish, irrational side swallows me whole, and I turn on my heel, headed toward the front door of the apartment.
"Where are you going?" he asks.
"If you can’t give me what I need, I’ll find someone who can." Still wearing only panties and a tank top, I unchain the door and yank it open, intending to walk straight out without even pulling on a pair of shoes. A burst of frigid wind slams into me, sweeping through the apartment.
My hips jerk back as the door slams shut in front of me. I’m launched through the apartment until I’m pinned down on my bed again.
"Why must you act like this?" Shadow sneers, hovering over me. "A childish brat who throws tantrums."
This time, his tendrils lock around my throat and my upper thighs too. Just how I wanted. But I’m too infused with anger and resentment to enjoy it. Instead, I struggle against him. "Because you left me. Because I grew up. Because I am weak and have needs. Because I don’t know how else to be." Wetness coats the sides of my eyes as tears of frustration and shame leak out.
"If you had truly grown up, you would have better power over your baser needs." He articulates each word as if he is in pain from doing so.
I openly glower at him. "Guess I’m more the monster of the two of us."
He stares at me, searching my eyes for something, before morphing into a deeper, darker hue of red. "If you cannot control yourself, I will have to do it for you."
With that, the panties slide down my legs and my need reaches a fever pitch.
"Shadow," I cry out.
I’m so goddamn angry I can’t tell if I’m asking him to stop or hurry the fuck up.
He lowers between my legs and that forked tongue licks up my inner thigh and I shudder violently, making unintelligible sounds. The more I try to move, the tighter his smoky tentacles wrap around me.
My airway is restricted, only allowing for shallow pants. My head turns fuzzy. Then that forked tongue snakes up my wet entrance. I half cry, half scream as more tears leak out the sides of my eyes.
"My little monster," he hums before licking me again and again. As the tongue reaches the apex, it wraps around my clit, pushing it around experimentally.
I’m dying. I must be.
As his monster tongue continues to toy with my clit, a barrage of sensations electrifies my body. Each flick, each swirl, sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. It’s an exquisite torment, a dance between agony and ecstasy that leaves me breathless.
I grip the sheets beneath me, my knuckles turning white as my body trembles uncontrollably. The room is filled with the sound of my ragged breaths and the soft wetness of his tongue against my skin.
"More," I choke out.
"More?" he mocks me, an angry undertone there. "You must be careful, Evie. I am a monster and I could easily rip you to pieces. You don’t know what you are asking for."
There isn’t enough air in my lungs to get out the full sentence I’m thinking. I know, but I don’t care. All I get out is, "Please."
Shadow snarls, and for a moment I think he’s going to leave again. Retreat from my intensity.
Instead, he shoves his tongue inside me. I feel its length thicken even as it swirls around, pushing and licking with inhuman dexterity.
I gasp. I’m so lightheaded I’m not sure if my body is floating above the bed. My hips rock as a low moan escapes me. Satisfaction and a desire for more are at odds with each other.
"More?" he taunts, lifting to meet my eyes. "You think you want more?"
A tendril of shadow slips over his shoulder, snaking toward where I’m exposed, and my hips and thighs tremble. The velvet warmth rubs up and down my entrance.
Tendrils pull me tighter, stretching my limbs out until I’m fully at his mercy.
"Tell me to stop, Evie," he commands.
I only manage to shake my head in centimeters.
