Page 63 of Power of Shadow

“My love, I can’t wait to taste you. Jesus. I’m going to feast on you and celebrate around the clock. You’ll be howling with pleasure and begging me to stop. I already know I’ll never be able to stop. You have no idea how many different ways I plan to satisfy you while I pleasure myself—”

“Ryker—”

“You have no idea how deep you’ve gotten under my skin. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, even when I was asleep. My imagination kept telling me how you would wriggle beneath me as I stripped you of your clothes with my knife. Before you came home, I sat there in the armchair in the corner. I couldn’t help myself when I smelled you in the air. Do you want to know what I did, baby?”

“Wh-what?” I’m no longer able to form a complete sentence. My brain stopped thinking long ago.

“I had to relieve myself, and when I squeezed my cock hard, all I could think about was you on your knees in front of me while I sat in that chair. Even when I came and my cum spilled over my stomach, I didn’t go soft at all.”

“Your dirty words—”

“My luck you’re a listener, because I’m a talker who will fill your nights with these words.”

I don’t have the strength to straighten out his hopes. There’s no way anything more will happen between us. We won’t make this an everyday thing. No way.

His whispers, his kisses, and those damn talented fingers take my breath away. But his dirty words cause an earthquake.

Knowing exactly what’s going on, Ryker slides two fingers into me as deep as he can, and that’s when I come with a moan on my lips. The pounding of my heart completely drowns out my surroundings. My toes curl involuntarily. A hot wave of orgasm washes over me. I’m glad he’s holding me tight in his arms because I’m sure I would fall otherwise.

Hot lips fall on my cheek as Ryker’s hand slides out of my panties after a while. Still holding me in his arms, I hear a smacking sound.

My eyes flutter open, and I look at him with a drunken gaze. He has two fingers in his mouth that were just a moment ago... inside me.

Why is this so hot?

His lips surround the fingers, and his tongue cleans them of the evidence of my pleasure.

Only when he finishes and pulls his fingers out of his mouth that I meet his eyes. The realization of what just happened hits me. I rarely get so carried away, and I’m sure I can blame it solely on my long period of sexual abstinence.

Shaking my head, I realize I didn’t even notice when the knife Ryker was holding earlier disappeared.

My breathing slowly returns to normal, and my heart calms down.

What am I doing?

Anger replaces the desire I felt earlier.

“Don’t you dare do that.” There’s no trace of his seductive voice.

“What?” I ask, confused.

I still feel his hard body against my back. The urge to break free from his embrace and turn around is strong, but he won’t let me.

“Don’t you dare regret this moment. Now, let’s go to the living room because we’re not alone here.”

When I returned home, I didn’t notice anyone else. However, it’s possible that in the heat of the moment, I wouldn’t even have heard if someone had entered the room.

Ryker’s hand grabs mine, and our fingers intertwine. With ease, he pulls me toward the exit.

The living room is shrouded in complete darkness. And then a soft squeaking sound.

When the light from the table lamp suddenly blinds me, I blink. Soon, the shapes of three people appear in the room.

My thirst for blood blinds me.

Ryker’s hand grabs me even tighter, almost to the point of pain.

Theo stands solemnly by the table, his hand still on the lamp switch.