Page 61 of Shadowed With Fear

“You’re going to ruin me, Dahlia.”

I look up where I think he is, a small smile on my lips.

“You’ve already wrecked me, Shadow.”

He surges forward and it’s when I notice the mask is gone because his lips are on mine. Rough, desperate, begging. His kiss is anything but gentle. His teeth nip at my lower lip and I’m lost. I’m lost in the feeling of him surrounding me in the darkness of this decaying house.

Lip, tongue, and teeth leave my skin burning in their wake as he explores my lip, and jaw, and neck.

“You want me to fuck your pretty face, huh?”

I nod, a mewl leaving me.

“Hmm. That sweet mouth of yours. I’ve wanted your lips wrapped around my cock for weeks, little flower.”

I lick my lips, tug him closer, grinding against him. His thigh moves between mine, and I release a sharp cry from the friction against my aching center.

“Oh, my sweet girl. You’re fucking soaked, aren’t you? So wet, so needy.” He murmurs against my throat, running a gentle hand through my hair. His fingers catch on a tangle, and I whine.

His chuckle is low. “You like that don’t you?” He grips my hair near my scalp, tugging sharply, pulling my head back against the wall.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Good girl.” He mutters, shifting his knee between my thighs.

His grip on my hair pulls harder, “Get on your knees, little flower. It’s time you learn I’m not as nice as you think.”

And I do. I’ve wanted to see him like this for so long. A part of me is disappointed I can’t see his face, but yet, there’s something so delightfully wrong about that.

My hands rub at his thighs, and I feel him leaning toward me.

His hand tightens on the back of my neck. “Tap my thigh three times if you need me to stop. Understood?”

I nod, but he jerks my head back further.

“Use your words, Dahlia. I want to hear you.”

“Yes.”

“Do you want my cock in your mouth, sweet girl?”

“Yes,” I moan.

“Then show me.” He growls pulling me closer by my hair wrapped around his hand.

I’m confused. My hands move slowly to the button on his jeans, but he jerks me away.

“Ah, ah. I didn’t say to do that, Dahlia. I said show me.”

I nod, taking a deep breath to calm the energy bubbling inside me. My hands trail down his thigh, my fingers gently touching his cock through his jeans.

He’s so fucking hard, and hot. Heat radiates off of him.

I lean forward with shaky breaths, placing a kiss on the outline of his length. He sucks in air through his teeth. “Good girl.”

My tongue runs along his shaft. I can feel a wet spot on his jeans, it’s salty, tangy. My pussy aches at the taste of him. I whine.

“What’s wrong, little flower?” Shadow can hear the restraint he has on himself.