Page 27 of Seduced By Darkness

“I want to kiss you. Right here.” I delve my fingertips into that wetness and she gasps.

“Then do it,” she blurts.

I kiss my way up her thighs as she lies back. Tension coils within her as I nuzzle into soft, wet flesh. She’s so fucking delicious. A soft cry greets me as I lick her in slow, deep strokes, gazing up the length of her body. Hands sink into my hair. It’s a silent entreaty.

A silent command.

As my lady wishes….

Flicking my tongue against her, I chase after each and every shiver. Restless gasps tear from her lips.

“You’re so fucking wet.” I love it. I want more. Capturing her ass in both my hands I drive my face into her, licking and tonguing her deep. Torturing her with soft, teasing strokes, before returning to shove my tongue into her.

She cries out in shock, grinding herself against my face. I love the taste of her, the little tremor of aftershocks that run through her. The way she begs for more….

I want her to beg for mercy. I want her on her hands and knees before me, her arms bound behind her back, and her face pressing into my mattress as I fuck her hard….

It’s not my thoughts.

It’s not me.

Or not the me I want to be. I shudder into her pussy.

Fuck her, whispers my Darkness.Take her. Claim her as ours.Don’t ever let her go….

I force it all down by focusing on her. Control is the altar I worship at. I will lock this beast away inside me where it can never, ever get out.

I haven’t lost control in five hundred years. I won’t start now.

“Oh, gods.” Her spine arches like a bow and then she’s hovering there, right on the edge of the storm.

I slide a finger inside her tight sheathe, stroking up, curling against that delicate little patch inside her.

She shatters with a tortured scream and I ride her through it, hungry for every gasp and breathy demand. And then she’s collapsing beneath me, shaking and over-sensitive. Mine to kiss. Mine to claim.

Simply mine.

“Mmm.” I press a kiss against her thigh. “I could do that all night.”

“I can’t.” A fist tangles in my hair. “I want you.Please. I want you. Now.”

No more denying myself. Or her. I surge upright, fisting my cock. Five hundred years of waiting for her. I don’t have to wait anymore. I want her so desperately I can barely control myself.

“How do you want it?” I gasp, as I settle between her thighs. “Hard? Or slow?”

She melts beneath me with a gasp as I trace the head of my cock through her wetness. Nails dig into my upper arms. “Just.Now.”

So be it.

Capturing her mouth, I drive into her in one slow thrust—

And she cries out, her body locking so tight around me it feels like a glove, a vise. Every inch of me goes still. No.No. But it’s there in every moment of our encounter.

Her hesitancy. Her curiosity.

The way her flesh gripped my finger.

If I were seducing you, what would I do next?