Page 216 of A Touch of Poison
I half laughed against her flesh and flicked my tongue over her nipple as she hooked her legs around me. “Come here,” she said in a breathless murmur, reaching for my trousers.
“Love, you forget yourself.” I caught her wrists with my shadows and pulled her hands back to the desk. I let more tendrils whisper over her thighs, pulling her gown up, but it wasmyfingers I used to grip them and drag her to the edge of the desk.
She let out a yelp, falling back, cheeks now a blazing pink that made me want to take her this instant.
“These thighs… fuck, Katherine,these thighs.” Not wanting to let them go for long, I used my shadows to unfasten my trousers, and peeled off my shirt as quickly as possible, before returning my grip.
Her gaze drifted over my bare chest, trailing over my scar in a way that lifted the hairs at the nape of my neck.
If her look could have that effect on me, what would happen if I gave her free rein totouch?
It was too much. Sharing space with her, my work, my body, my secrets… it threatened to overwhelm me as it was, but to let her take my control too? I hovered on its edge enough when she was close by.
To hand it over, willingly…
Something bad would follow. It had to. That was how the world worked.
My heart pounded all the harder, making my dick throb as shadows slid my trousers down and freed it.
Without my instruction, shadows had already slid between her legs, working her pussy and back entrance at once, rippling over her clit, leaving her writhing and whimpering before me.
“Fuck. Aren’t you a picture?” I lifted and spread her thighs, getting a better look at her slickness as my shadows disappeared inside. “I’m going to need a whole gallery of all the different ways I get to fuck you.”
She arched under my gaze, teeth digging into her lip until it went pale. Part of her was trying to keep quiet because of the open doors. I’d thought her past that, but hadn’t the world thrown those men at her? A recent reminder of every lesson she was trying to escape.
I ran my cock along her, and the sounds she tried to hold in grew louder. “Please,” she gasped, before going right back to biting her lip.
“Are you asking for this, love?” I slid my dick over her again.
She nodded, every muscle in her growing taut as my shadows and I worked her.
“Ah, but my ember isn’t quiet, remember?” With my thumb, I gently pulled her lower lip from between her teeth. “She has nothing to be ashamed of. She is a fucking queen and she deserves to be heard, doesn’t she?”
“Yes.” Out loud, but not loud enough.
“Doesn’t she?” My shadows’ thrusts grew deeper with those two words, and the ones in her pussy curled forward.
“Yes,” she cried out, trembling. “Yes!” Her eyelids fluttered as she came apart in my hold, coating my length in her sweet wetness.
“That’s it. Perfect.” I pulled the shadows from her channel and set myself at her entrance. “Now my forest fire gets what she asked for.”
Movement on the edge of my vision distracted me from the heave of her chest as she sank down from her peak, though I didn’t let my shadows ease up, still inside and around her.
Out in the corridor, a guard passed.
“You might gather an audience, love.”
Half dazed from her orgasm, halfway to the next one, Kat’s gaze turned to the doorway.
I stood ready to have my shadows shut the door, if that was what she asked for.
For a long beat she watched as someone else passed, and I wasn’t sure if she realised her back arched, displaying her curves even better. “Then we’d better give them a show.”
The sight of her, the words, the feel of her trying to push onto me—they sent a jolt of heady, tight pleasure down my spine.
“Yes, we had,” I rasped out, gathering myself. Setting one hand on her belly, I adjusted my grip on her thigh and brought my shadows around the other. “We had.” It came out firmer this time, and I trusted myself to drive into her.
She cried out, all attempts at quiet forgotten as she clenched around me. The feel of her parting, hot and wet and tight was maddening, soul-tearing, sublime. I set to a fast, deep pace, chasing her pleasure and my own, which rose far too quickly, snapping my hips into hers.
