I glance down at my lumpy, unmade bed, with its wrinkly sheets and ugly grey duvet.
“If you would be so kind as to undress, My Love,” Hex’s voice rumbles from behind me.
I whirl to face him. He’s keeping a very respectful distance. Which is odd, because the look in his eyes says he’s not planning on being at all respectful once I’m naked.
My gulp echoes loudly. My fingers fumble and trip over every single button and zip. But diligently, stubbornly, I continue. Eventually, I manage to hop out of my jeans without tripping and landing on my face. And just like that, I’m standing naked in front of a shadow being.
Oh god. What if this isn’t the first time? Hex could have been watching me for years. Other shadows could have been. Every time I’ve been naked, either just changing or getting out of the shower, I might have had an audience. It’s a thought that’s going to give me paranoia if I dwell on it.
But there is no time to freak out, because Hex is staring at me. Really staring. Devouring the sight of me as if my naked body is a feast.
Suddenly I’m falling, tumbling backwards to land on the bed with a bounce. My arms flail like windmills. I yelp. That felt like a shove, but I swear Hex didn’t move from his respectful corner.
I blink, and then he is on top of me. Pouncing like a true predator. I squeak again. This is very unfair. He is all sexy and suave, and I’m flailing and doing mouse impersonations.
Not that he seems to mind. At all.
His glowing red eyes are right above me and he doesn’t look turned off at all. He looks hungry. Very, very hungry.
He draws closer and brushes his lips over mine. I groan and kiss him back with a hunger of my own.
His silken touch spreads all over me again. A full body caress. It should feel weird because it is so very unhuman, so utterly different to anything I’ve ever experienced before.
But it just feels wonderful. Apparently, my body is very adaptable. It’s feeling unusual sensations and simply getting right down to work with firing up with arousal, desire and lust.
Maybe my dry spell was too long and now all my synapses are misfiring.
Whatever. I don’t care. The only thing I care about is Hex not stopping. I don’t want him to ever, ever stop.
He trails kisses down my neck. Down to my chest. Shadows flick at my nipples, and sensation sparks through me.
Lips brush over my skin. Down and down. Past my chest. Over my stomach.
He pauses by my leaking cock, and I suck in a frantic breath. Then suddenly I’m yelling as pleasure explodes through me. Stars light up behind my eyelids.
Hex’s mouth is achingly soft. Almost mist like. Cold shot through with heat.
My mind can’t fully process the feeling, all it knows is that the sensation is good. So good. So very, very good.
I’m wailing now. A constant stream of utterly debauched sounds. Enough to put the best porn star to shame.
I’m losing my mind. Or my soul. Probably both. Totally worth it.
My eyes open. I look down my body. My legs are spread wide. Wanton and crude.
Between my thighs is a thick miasma of swirling black shadows. Glowing red eyes float near the base of my cock, staring right back at me. I can see a faint outline of his handsome face, of dark lips stretched wide.
His head bobs. He takes me deep while his smouldering eyes never leave mine. My cock is encased in tight silk. Firm pressure that’s not at all diaphanous.
My eyes roll back. My heels drum on the sheets. My vocal cords reach a new level of decibels.
An orgasm burns through me. Flashfire. Soaring flames. Combustion and release.
Hex drinks me down. He sucks and sucks, determined to drain me dry. The pleasure rolls on and on. My peak stretching impossibly. Fuelled by Hex’s wicked tongue and lips.
Overwhelm hits. My nerve endings start to protest. Everything is oversensitive. Teetering between pain and pleasure. I whimper. Writhe and twist.
Hex bestows mercy on me.
