My eyes trace the moonlight and shadows highlighting the peaks and valleys of his bare chest and arms, bleeding the beautiful red from his hair. Luke looks like a shadow wraith, conjured by my darkest fantasies, but feels like the devil. Like sin itself, personified in the night.
He slides his hands back around my throat and I feel my pulse thunder against his blazing skin. He’s right. Anyone could have snuck in as he just proved, but he is here, and I’m fucking ecstatic to give him my fear and innocence that he so clearly craves.
His cinnamon scent and dark words pry open the locked door of my secret fantasies and I want to give him all of me, everything. His fingers tighten ever so slightly as he searches my face. I close my eyes for a second, and when I open them again, I know exactly what to do.
“My lord,” I breathe out and then lean harder into his hands, taking my own breath away. I know I am blowing the lid off Pandora’s box this time, but I can’t stop myself. I’ve got to see inside. I’m fuckingdyingof curiosity.
Luke's flashing eyes are my only warning before he crashes his mouth to mine, slanted to accommodate the mask's raven beak, while tightening his hands further around my neck. His kiss steals my air as his grip continues to tighten.
The effect is fantastic. I am consumed by Luke. He is all I can feel, all I can taste. Just as my lungs burn and stars dance on the edges of my vision, he breathes into my mouth, loosening his hold on my neck.
Taking his very essence into my lungs may be one of the most erotic experiences I’ve ever had. I’m heartbroken to exhale his breath back out, but my body is begging me to breathe, forcing me to take deep lungfuls of air in and push them back out.
“You want both the reward and the punishment, but my dark is a long way down,” he whispers into the night. He mutters, almost as if to himself, “Too dark for your innocence.Trop sombre en effet.”
He leans back up, running his hungry gaze down over my body. I am naked and so exposed, yet I feel shameless. His feral stare bolsters my confidence, while the visible effect I have on him improves mine.
He reaches out and grabs a fistful of my hair and wrenches me up. I let out a shocked squeal as he puts his masked face right in mine and growls, “Too dark,ma petite vilaine.Too dark.”
I want to argue with him and beg for his darkness, tell him I am starving for it. I look into his eyes, see his harsh breathing as he exercises incredible restraint, and recognize the alpha predator that he is, the same flashing black in his eyes from the fight earlier.
Can I handle his darkness? Do I want to?
My scalp prickles where he holds my hair, painful but not unbearable. We hold each other’s eyes for what feels like a lifetime, both of our chests heaving, waiting for the other to break.
I make my choice and bring my hands up to his chiseled chest. Dragging my fingertips down, I graze my nails over his pierced nipples, rewarded by his sharp intake of breath. Scratching my nails down until I reach the button on his jeans, I pop it open and slide down the zipper, saying, “My Lord, let me taste your darkness.”
Luke closes his eyes and drops his head back, letting out what I think is a string of curses in something older than French. Something that raises every hair on my body.
But he doesn’t stop me. Emboldened, I grip the waistband of his pants and slide my hands down his fiery skin. After all this time, I can finally see Luke in all of his glory.
I am not surprised to find him commando beneath. What shocks the hell out of me as his cock springs free, are the piercings glinting in the moonlight. I can’t help but shoot my eyes up to his, only to catch him looking back at me with satisfaction at my surprise clear in his eyes.
“You want to taste my darkness,ma passion?” He questions softly. His lips tip up in a smile as he says, “I’ll fucking choke you with it.”
Luke stands up and kicks off his pants. I can’t tear my eyes away from his dick as it strains toward me. I get it now. This is the specimen that deserves description in every minute detail. Every ridge, every throbbing vein, is exquisite. I want it.
He reaches out and gently caresses my face as he turns dark and serious.
“Do exactly what I command. Do not disobey me. Fuck around and find out. Now open for me and stick out your tongue.” The quietness of his voice belies the darkness of his commands.
Late-night reading did not prepare me for the reality of this situation. I am instantly aroused, positively dripping for him. I am also nowhere near expecting the sensations that come with giving up my mouth for his pleasure, the absolute liberation of turning over trust and control. The power of surrender is intoxicating.
His dark voice, smoldering with dominance, shoots straight to my core. Before I can think it through, my body decides for me, my jaw dropping open, tongue protruding.
Luke fists one hand in the back of my hair, angling my head where he wants it, and grabs the base of his impressive shaft with the other hand. Looking up at the imposing figure he cuts is dizzying. But I have little time to admire the view before he takes advantage of my hungry mouth.
His taste is exactly what I imagined. Cinnamon, heat, and darkness stain my soul. My eyes drift closed at the intensity, and Luke abruptly pulls out of my mouth, smacking my face with his cock. I open my eyes, shocked.
“Eyes always on me.”
I look up at him, eyes wide, and watch his muscles ripple as his abs clench. He slowly rubs just the head of his cock lightly back and forth across my tongue. The black metal ball on the bottom of the magic cross piercing is a startling contrast to the hot velvet of his skin. His hips inch forward, filling my mouth again.
“Tu es une bonne fille,” he praises on a harsh exhale as he feeds me another inch. As he eases into my mouth, I feel piercing after piercing slide over my tongue and can’t help but wonder what they would feel like sliding inside of me.
The cool air hitting my molten core is maddening when I need so much more. My hips writhe on the chaise lounge, but I can’t get any friction with him standing between my legs.
With a growl, he snaps his hips forward, filling my mouth completely. I breathe deeply through my nose, frantically trying not to choke as he hits the back of my throat. I strain to keep my eyes open and on his.
