“Not nearly dark enough yet.”
I keep my jaw practically unhinged to accommodate him and focus on relaxing my throat as he begins a punishing pace. I keep my eyes on him as instructed, even as they start to water. Luke drops his head down between his shoulders.
Despite letting him use my mouth for his pleasure, I feel incredibly empowered. I am unraveling this wraith of shadows, absolutely destroying the rigid control he is visibly fighting to maintain.
Fighting and losing.
The power makes me feel drunk.
He shifts, pushing me to lie down on the chaise, and puts a knee up on the edge. I brace my hands on his flexing thighs. This new angle allows him to thrust even deeper. He is beautifully wicked with his raven mask reflecting the moonlight, body painted with light and dark, as if the night itself was created only to adorn him with its shadows.
My eyes water and I continue to fight to control my breathing as saliva begins to slide from the corners of my mouth with my head now tilted. As the tears start to fall, Luke’s mouth turns up into a sinful smile.
“There is the taste you so desperately wanted. I could drink your tears.” He reaches out a finger and catches a tear, bringing it to his mouth and dropping it on his tongue. “Now swallow my darkness,ma belle coquine.”
His hips stutter and his brutal pace slows. He draws almost the entire way out, only to snap his hips forward and bottom out in my throat. I watch as sweat drips down his chest, every muscle rigid and flexed. His breathing changes to harsh pants as he stills and holds himself deep in my mouth.
Watching him lose control is exquisitely beautiful. I feel his cock swell and pulse. Then his taste floods my mouth. I swallow him down, humming deep in my throat at the unique spicy taste of Luke.
He remains utterly still, his breathing slowly evening out. At long last, he pulls out, leaving my jaw aching. He reaches out and wipes a drop from the corner of my mouth, then uses it to draw the sign of the cross on my forehead.
I think I’m going to hell, because this? I fucking love it. I love his darkness.
I.
Want.
More.
Luke drops to his knees and grips my tired jaw in both hands. He rips his mask off and stares fiercely into my eyes, saying intently, “You are both my good girl and my wicked girl,ma gentille fille et ma méchante fille. You took me so well. This is only the beginning. Tonight, I have baptized you into my darkness.”
He covers the drying cross on my forehead in a kiss and then claims my mouth. His tongue lashes against mine like he is a man possessed, branding his touch into my skin, claiming me as his. With his arms around me, he drags me to the floor.
He breaks the scorching kiss and continues to blaze a path of heated, open-mouthed kisses down my throat and to my breasts. He pulls a nipple deep into his mouth, cheeks hollowing out with suction.
Watching him lavish my breasts with attention adds to my rising pleasure. He looks up to find me watching him, smiles around a mouthful of flesh, and pulls off.
Holding my gaze, he works his way down, licking and sucking to the bottom of my breast, where he sinks his teeth deep into my tender flesh. I arch at the exquisite pain that quickly bleeds into pleasure as he laves the bite with his tongue.
“Luke,” I squeal. He smacks my other breast sharply and narrows his eyes at me. “My Lord,” I breathe out, rewarded when he uses the same hand to massage the offended breast.
His kisses drift downwards, deliciously hot and wet, as he slides his body down and presses my legs open wide with his shoulders. He slides his hands slowly up my thighs and spreads me open with his thumbs.
I feel his heated stare, and I’m thankful for the pale moonlight streaming through the stained glass rather than the more revealing light of day. He stares at my core like it is the key to the mysteries of the world.
He leans in and inhales deeply, releasing a deep hum of enjoyment. I jump when he spears my opening with his scalding tongue, but his hands hold me in place, preventing my retreat.
He licks me from entrance to clit with the flat of his tongue over and over, alternating with fucking me with his tongue until I’m writhing. My hips can’t decide whether they want to retreat or grind into his face.
“So. Fucking. Delicious.” He punctuates each word with a long, languid lick. “Your innocence tastes divine. Now let me taste your fear.”
My eyes widen at his words, wondering what he is going to do. He leans in and bites my mound, hard. I yelp, startled at the sudden pain.
Luke crawls up my body and places his forehead against mine, reaching down between us. He grabs the base of his shaft and rubs the head of his cock up and down, teasing at my entrance.
I freeze, not sure if I’m quite ready to have sex with him. Instead of thrusting into me like I expect, he continues to rub himself up and down. Every time, not only his head but his piercings bump against my clit, I suck in a breath.
He lowers his body against mine and suddenly flips us, putting me on top.
