My heart pounds, then skips a beat, leaving me in a temporary numbness as my mind empties of thought.
I shouldn’t trust him, but the eyes are the window to the soul, and when our gazes collide, all I see is a man starved of touch, genuine affection, of kisses… and love.
My lips part as I still, my pulse thudding as a tangible force draws us together. The bond between us is explosive, and beyond any reason.
The darkness in his eyes consumes the silver until his irises are the color of night. Lengths of silver hair, tousled, are wild around his face, and I hold my breath, aching to run my fingers through them.
A tense silence hangs between us as I inch closer to him, enveloping his essence and drinking in the musky, delicious scent of him. My restraint falls away as I sink deeper into his hungry stare.
I lift my eyes to his cruel, handsome face. “I’m tired of trying to hate you.”
My breath halts as his fingers grip the back of my neck, forcing me closer. “I’m sick of you consuming my thoughts,” he retorts, restraint thick in his tone, as if he may snap at any moment.
Heat flares in my veins as his words sink in, fluttering my stomach into butterflies.
I consume his thoughts?
His lips drift to mine, and I tiptoe, grasping him tighter, my shadows exploding as a feeling ignites through me—a desire that burns out of control.
Our lips crash together, his fingers sinking into my skin with starving desperation. My hands explore the expanse of his chest, then travel to his biceps as he deepens the kiss and takes command of my sanity.
Azkiel wages war against my mouth, demanding my tongue battle with his. My core clenches painfully, desperate and aching.
He moans as his hips gyrate against me, and I swallow his soft, guttural sounds. His wet tongue strokes against mine, and I immediately lose myself in thoughts of him devouring other places on my body.
His hands carve the curve of my chin, his fingers pressing against my tender throat with possessive need. I cling to him, every stroke of my tongue demanding, as if I am the one who has been starved of touch until now.
Shadows quake around him, vibrating against my limbs as a slow, pent-up ache builds between my legs. He breaks the kiss, and my eyes flutter open as we’re consumed by a tornado of shadows encompassing us in glittering blackness.
“Calista.” He says my name like a prayer against my skin. He traces his fingers in a fiery path from my throat, down my back, then over the fabric of my dress.
My back arches to his touch, his lips frantic against me once again as he devours me with such intensity, it feels as if I may die.
He holds one hand over the curve of my back, then slips the other lower. My breath hitches as he hikes the skirt of my dress up, his fingers caressing the inside of my thighs. He lets out a tense, shaky exhale and my thighs fall apart under his touch.
I press myself against his thick cock bulging under his pants. “Lower,” I plead in a quivering breath, as he traces the contours of my inner thighs.
His fingertips tease over my flushed and swollen opening. His eyelids flutter to a close, his lips falling apart as he meets the slickness building.
I gasp as his shadows shred my dress into ribbons with each needy whip.
His palm presses against the rest of my sensitive expanse, as he circles two fingers over my throbbing clit in a deliberate, building rhythm. Tingles shoot through my chest, palpitating my heart.
His fingers pulse dark magic with each glide, leaving me dangling on the precipice of oblivion. I moan into his chest, and my fingers dig into his waist.
I bite my bottom lip as heat emanates from his hands as he pulls away. A spiral of shadow spreads my folds, then thrusts into me until I am filled with his darkness.
Rising moans hum in my throat as he brings me to the edge. Shadows snake over my body in threads, devouring every inch of exposed skin, then coil over my breasts. I barely gasp when the inky ribbons pinch my nipples, coaxing a whimper from me.
I chase the high as his shadow engorges inside of me, the others working my breasts in a symphony of pleasurable touches until I reach a crescendo of undiluted bliss and the pressure mounts to unbearable heights. “Please, don’t stop,” I whisper as he slows.
He smirks down at me. “You beg so pretty, Poison.”
I ache for release as surges of intoxicating pleasure sear through my veins, my hips matching every one of his shadow’s brutal thrusts.
“Come for me, Calista.”
His words shove me over the cliff of ecstasy.
My stomach knots as my climax sizzles from the tips of my toes to the apex of my thighs, and I’m biting his shoulder, barely able to quench the quaking moan.
Tension unknots as he winds me into an ecstasy that fogs my mind. He quickens the pace of his fingers, circling my clit as he tugs the last shreds of my orgasm from me until my eyes roll into the back of my head.
His hands palm the curve of my ass, as I anchor my arms around his neck. He lifts me with ease, and I wrap my legs around his hips. My mind spins momentarily as the blood rushes back into my brain from the sudden vertical shift.
The air rushes from my lungs as my back meets the solid trunk of an ash war tree. Shocks of pleasure ripple through my stomach as his solid, cock presses up against me.
Shadows tendril down his pants, tearing them from him, revealing his toned thighs and defined muscles, down to two V-lines at the bottom of his abdomen.
He’s so fucking handsome.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he says against my skin, as he presses kisses against my neck in between words. “Even if you don’t mean it.”
Sadness aches in my chest as my heart jolts at the thought. As he divulges the vigor of his possessive need. “I’m yours,” I whisper, because at this moment, at least, I am.
His mouth meets the swell of my breast, his tongue blazing heat over my peaked nipple. I grip his hair tightly in my fist as he breathes hot air against my skin, then gently sucks.
Every move is desperate. Each guttural grunt and feverish touch heightening me to a pleasure I didn’t think was possible.
