Page 183 of A Touch of Poison
He made a low sound of pleasure. “There it is.” He nipped my throat and pressed a palm between my shoulder blades. “Bend over, and I’ll give you what you want.”
In that moment, I would’ve done anything. Months ago, I might’ve been embarrassed to admit just how needy I was, but that was a different life—a different me.
His shadows pulled my wrists apart and guided them down, snaking up my forearms so I was forced to rest my chest and cheek on the bed. Between his shadows on my arms and his hands on my hips, I could barely move as his cock slid along me and nudged my aching bundle of nerves.
“Lift your hips for me, love.” Then, when I obeyed, “That’s it.”
Only once he had me exactly where he wanted did he finally take me.
Moaning as the ridge of his piercing slid into my entrance, I managed to arch my back and chase more, but that was the only movement he allowed.
Control. That was his version of safety.
Just like he maintained control of himself and his work because otherwise he thought something bad would happen, he needed control here.
So I let go.
Of control. Of who I’d been taught to be. Ofeverything.
I trusted it all into his hands and shadows.
And, Stars above, was I rewarded.
As he filled me, his cock pressed against my front walls, the same spot he’d crooked his finger into before. I cried out, body taut, pulling on his grip as pleasure lanced through me.
Out the corner of my eye, I could see him tower over me, and the flash of his canines as he grinned wickedly. “I promised I’d show you one of those positions, didn’t I?”
His piercing. That was what I could feel dragging over the spot as he pulled out.
I didn’t know how much more I could take of it without breaking.
Like that wasn’t enough, his shadows slid between my legs and throbbed over my clit, pushing me closer.
He stretched and filled me, focusing each thrust over that point inside me until I didn’t just let go of control, I lost even the concept of it.
I screamed into the bed, sweat slicking my chest and back as I gripped the sheets with poison-stained hands.
I didn’t come, I fractured. With his pounding rhythm, shards became splinters became dust until I was nothing, just motes of awareness as bright and drifting as fae lights.
The world was dark and light and fucking beautiful, but it had no form beyond that.
Time was meaningless.
I had no name.
There was only a relentless pounding and thunderous pleasure.
Dimly, slowly, I came back to what might’ve been reality, arching into Bastian as much as I could. His movements had shifted—harsher, faster, something feral in the bite of his fingers into my hips. Each breath tore from him on the edge of a moan.
A moment later, he let out a harsh cry and twitched inside me. That twitch and the sudden fullness threw me over the edge once more, and we sank into the mattress together.
I could barely catch my breath as he lay beside me and his shadows released my arms. Huffing, he kissed my shoulder and stroked the hair from my face.
“That… that was…”
How it always should have been.
I trembled as the truth crept over me—not thoughts or words, but something that rooted far deeper.
