The tentacle pushes into me, and my jaw drops as I gush around the pressure.
He curses in a long, low, throaty voice, as if he is affected. As if the tendril is an appendage that feels pleasure.
Then Shadow is in my face, sucking, kissing at my neck even through his own hold on me, as if the smoke makes way for him without moving its winding restraint.
"You push me past my limits, make me lose control," he snarls. "Now you’ll know how it feels."
My thoughts exactly.
The tentacle inside me thickens even as it moves, filling me more and more.
He fucks me hard and deep with I don’t even know what—a kind of hand?
Each drag of it on my body sends me hurtling closer toward the edge. But I don’t want that. I want this to last. My inner muscles clench down as I try to keep him from driving me higher.
"How dare you fucking fight me," he hisses before lowering himself. "I’ll teach you a fucking lesson in losing control."
The speed of his velvet tentacle picks up pace, filling and slamming against a spot so deep that I’m unable to catch my breath. Then that forked tongue wraps around my clit, suckling, pulling, and punishing it in time with the shadow, fucking me mercilessly.
The tendril fucking me splits into two. The second one slips to my puckered back entrance, drenched in my desire, before abruptly spearing me. Penetrated doubly, they rub through my thin wall that separates them as they work in tandem to fill me.
I’m seeing stars. I’m going to explode and with it so will the entire universe.
Meanwhile Shadow's clawed hands grip my thighs, holding them down, the sharp talons piercing into my skin, drawing thin, stinging lines of blood. He can mark me any way he chooses, and I’d beg for more.
When I hurl over the edge of orgasm, I can’t scream. I can’t move. My inner muscles quake and squeeze the life force from every atom in my body as pleasure rolls through me with painful insistence.
I expect him to slow down, to retreat, but he doesn’t. His darkness continues to careen into me, filling me, pushing me far past the breaking point.
It’s too much.
Another orgasm grips me with ferocious, bone-shattering spasms. Shadow doesn’t stop.
Inhuman sounds escape me as he punishes my overstimulated body.
Pounding commences against the apartment wall, accompanied by angry shouts, but I don’t care. I’m lost, and my neighbors’ anger is a barely noted backdrop to the rioting chaos in my body. The pleasure morphs into pain before changing back again, and I’m on the verge. Time loses meaning as I’m filled in ways I never have been.
So overwhelmed, all the broken, jagged parts of me fall away, leaving only me and Shadow.
The third time I break on those velvet tentacles, they finally draw back. As his tendrils slip from me, I slump, boneless and ruined.
I’m dripping in sweat, my white tank transparent from the perspiration. The bed under me is soaked, and Shadow is over me, panting.
"You see what happens when you invite monsters inside," he murmurs. Tension rides his voice as I know he hasn’t found release like I have.
"I love you," I say in a breathy, ragged tone. I don’t know why I say it. It’s a risk. I’m laying myself out there for him.
His already pitch-black expression somehow darkens. "You do not."
Some part of me rallies an iota of energy and it forms anger.
"I fucking do," I spit. I know it’s childish, but I don’t give a shit. I’m tired of pretending I’m not as much a monster as he is.
He studies me for a long time. Too long.
Cold dread starts to fill my stomach. I reach out to pull him close to me, but my hands go through him.
"I can’t do this, Evie. You are too important." I hear the echo of words I said to Miguel the other day, and my insides petrify with fear.
