Page 15 of Pretty Little Shadow
The stretch was light, but noticeable.
Dare pulled his finger out and replaced it withtwo.
A soft moan escaped me as he filled me with them, working my clit with his thumb at the same time.
My body rocked harder, my back arching a little as I tried to grind against him, to take him deeper.
He dragged me back to the edge of my pleasure way too easily.
I came on his hand with a quiet, desperate cry, my body squeezing and tensing around his fingers.
His chest rumbled fiercely."There you go. Let me hear how much you want this."
He added a third finger, and I choked out a curse, balling my fists in his shirt. His mouth was still on my neck, and my fangs had started throbbing again.
I moaned as he brushed some sensitive spot inside me with his knuckles. He nipped at my throat, and I gasped, burying my fangs in his skin again and drinking.
The taste of him filled me once more, and I was onfire.
My body squeezed Dare's hand fiercely enough to make him growl at me as I cried out loudly against him when he got me off again.
Someone called out, "I think I heard him!" and I froze.
"We're good. No one can see us up here," Dare gritted out, but the damage was done.
I released his throat, dragging my tongue over the vicious wounds I'd left and shoving myself off his lap. I grabbed my romper, but it was all twisted.
Putting it on would take time I didn't have.
Completely and utterly disoriented, I scooped up my phone, and my stupid cheery beer bottle too for some reason.
"Bargain's done. Best sexual experience of my life. Ten out of ten. Thanks."
I focused on my apartment, and thankfully, my shadows responded right away. I was home in a heartbeat, crashing into the side of my bed wearing nothing but my combat boots with fuzzy socks hidden beneath them.
I plopped down on my back and stared up at the ceiling. My own pleasure literally soaked my inner thighs.
Holy fuck.
We hadn't technically gone all the way, but maybe I liked sex after all.
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There wasa knock on my apartment's front door first thing in the morning.
I shoved my hand through my blankets until I found my phone, yanking my tangled hair off my face while I checked the time.
9 AM.
Who the fuck was knocking on my door at 9 AM?
No one knew where I lived. Grayson had my location, buthedidn’t even know my apartment number.
The person at my door knocked again.
"Wrong apartment!" I yelled, knowing my voice would carry through the paper-thin walls.
