Page 117 of Conjure

This time when he leans in to kiss my lips, he thrusts inside me, and my back slides up the wall. I break away from his mouth with a gasp, caught in the intensity of his gaze, lost in his whispering forest.

I cling to his slick body, kissing him again, then pull at his wet strands while he snaps his hips in a maddening rhythm.

“Dom,” I moan into his mouth, his big cock stroking every inch of my walls. It’s all I can do not to cry out his name.

Our eyes clash and he grabs me by the jaw to claim my mouth in another mind-melting kiss. My lungs burn from the lack of oxygen while he ravages my sanity like it’s our last kiss. The fleeting thought that maybe, just maybe, it will be, tightens my chest, but I push it away. Nothing will ever come between me and Dominic. He’s mine.

Mine.

I’ll do anything to keep him safe.

“Camryn,” he groans, kissing a path from my cheek to the tender spot below my jaw. He nips it, then feasts on my lips until I’m gasping every time we come up for air. His fingers dip between our bodies, finding my clit and sending ripples of pleasure coursing through me. Pressing his forehead to mine, my eyes flutter shut as an orgasm washes over me. Dominic’s lips consume mine as I cry out, and he releases a guttural groan, his cock pulsing his release.

I open my eyes. “That was…”

“I know,” he whispers, still buried deep inside me, shuddering.

A smile spreads across my lips, and my gaze slips past his shoulder, but I stiffen when a dark shadow shifts on the other side of the curtain. There and gone.

Noticing, Dominic straightens and studies my face before looking behind him. “What’s wrong?” he asks, his worried gaze returning to me.

“I-I saw something.”

With a frown, he lowers me to the floor. “What did you see?”

“It looked like a person behind the curtain.”

Dominic spins around, ripping the curtain aside, the sound of the shower fading as he sweeps his eyes across the empty room. Whoever was there is gone.

He climbs out of the bathtub and reaches for a towel to tie around his waist. “Stay here.”

“Please don’t leave.”

“I won’t be long. I promise.” With droplets of water clinging to his back, he exits the bathroom.

Alone and shivering, I shrink back against the tiles. Dominic’s cum seeps out of me as I wait with bated breath for his return.

What if the demon is back? What if it gets inside him again?

“Dominic?” I call out, wrapping my goosebumped arms around myself to ward off the sudden chills as I inch closer to the tub’s edge, craning my neck. “Dom?”

When silence greets me, I bite back a sob. Why won’t he answer? Did something happen to him?

Leaning forward, I reach for a soft towel to wrap around me, then step out of the tub, my wet feet sinking into the carpet as I approach the door, clutching the towel. “Dom?” I peer into the bedroom. “This isn’t funny.”

An ambient glow emanates from the bedside light while the alarm clock flashes like we’ve had a power cut. I slide around the doorframe, my heart pounding. Nothing seems out of place, but the hairs on the back of my neck stand on edge.

My throat closes.

Something is wrong.

I can sense it like the whisper of a delicate kiss.

Where is he?

With my back to the wall, I walk deeper into the room, unable to look away from the dark gap in the wardrobe across the space. Was it left open earlier? Is someone in there?

I swallow hard as dark ink begins to seep from the shadows, swirling ominously toward me like the gnarled tree branches outside my window. They stretch and twist, reaching for me, floating closer across the room as I sink back against the wall, locked in place by fear. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.