My internal muscles clench and he growls, fangs snapping mere inches from my face.
Shadow makes a strange sound, cursing in a language I don’t understand. "I want to suck all the blood from your body, consume your heart as I fuck you to death."
The words he’s saying are horrifying, but my life has been a horror show and to me it is as sweet as a lover’s poem.
Then he is over me again, drinking me in with his merciless black eyes. The clear night sky expands out behind him, a deep blue in contrast to his utter darkness.
His claws rake down my chest, splitting my sweater and bra. I cry out as he makes shallow cuts between my breasts. My blood leaves a hot line down my sternum. He folds back the cut fabric on either side as if opening double doors to my heart. Thefreezing temperatures assault my bared flesh without mercy, causing my nipples to tighten so hard, I groan in pain.
I expect him to slash through my chest, to sink his claws right into me until he wraps his fingers around my heart and yanks it out before consuming it in front of my eyes.
It’s okay. Even if he rips it out, at least it will have been wanted.
"Fuck," he curses in English this time. "Evie, I can’t fucking stop myself."
At first, I thought it was just me shivering in the cold, drenched in adrenaline, fear, and arousal, but Shadow trembles above me. As if he is using every bit of willpower he has not to do the very thing he’s promised to.
"I trust you," I say through shaking teeth.
My hips buck up, and his hardness meets my needy liquid center. Another groan escapes me as I find myself aroused beyond measure, trapped under my monster, about to be literally devoured.
Maybe if I ask nicely, he’ll fuck me like he said, before he rips my heart out?
"It’s yours. It was always yours anyway." He cocks his head slightly, letting me know he doesn’t understand. "My h-heart," I stutter through chattering teeth. "It was always yours."
This isn’t healthy. This is a toxic, depraved monster romance that is built on blood, bone and perversion. But I’m done pretending it’s not what I want.
He growls and captures my mouth in his. For a monster, his mouth is so human. His lips are the perfect combination of form and softness that has them instantly molding against mine. He moans, his forked tongue sweeping across the lip I ravaged with my teeth, tasting my blood. His fangs pierce into them next, causing the metallic taste to intensify in our kisses. He claims my mouth the way he grabbed and pulled my body to him. Withutter dominance and single-minded obsession. Growls of either hunger or arousal punctuate the night around us.
When he breaks away, he roars as if in agony. A monster crossing the point of no return.
"I've always been drawn to you," he growls. "Obsessed with you. I can't help myself. I need to consume you, to make you a part of me."
I lie there under him, my body aching, my heart racing with a mixture of fear and a dangerous fascination. I want it. I want all of this. His desire, his obsession. I could cry from relief that it’s not just me.
"It’s okay," I assure him.
I only regret that I won’t be around after to comfort him when he comes to his senses.
Then his tongue laves over the scratches up the center of my chest. I don’t know when he released my throat, but I'm able to throw my head back and moan as my hips buck into him. My hands grip his shoulders. He rubs his hardness into my sweatpants, creating friction right at my clit. I gasp at the hot rush of pleasure as my need triples.
He switches to the other breast, leaving the first to cool at a painful temp. Fangs cut through my skin this time even as he sucks at my straining tip.
Holy shit, he really is going to fuck me before he kills me. Orashe kills me.
Then his hand is on my sweatpants. He rips them down, panties and all, his claws scratching my skin again, leaving a fiery burn in their wake. I bite my fingers to keep from screaming in pain and pleasure.
"Mine."
Under my frozen skin, my blood runs hot as lava.
His hand finds my sex, and I mewl as he pushes a clawed digit into me. I can’t understand how he isn’t tearing me up fromthe inside with his talons, but the question flees as his thumb slides over my clit. I jerk at the sharp tug of pleasure.
"Oh, fuck," I moan. I press myself into his hand. I’m bared before him, torn and vulnerable.
Even the blood dripping down my chest isn’t enough to distract from the pleasure of his hand. A second clawed finger joins the first, stretching me almost past my limit. I squawk in protest at the tight burn, but he doesn’t stop.
I drag my eyes open to see the moonlit sky above me. The stars barely wink behind his form. I can see every curve, every indent of his muscles. The absence of his shadows makes him more monstrous and more surreal.
