Page 190 of Shadowman

He’s clearly stronger than me. And unlike the sadistic wanker from my memories, his hands were not bound in the slightest. He was barely trying to fight me off…

Byron’s throat bobs. “Um…”

It’s then that I notice it. My erection… It’s not alone.

Shifting my hips, I hiss when I feel him, thick and throbbing against me. He whimpers, and I lift my head to lock our eyes. Of course, it’s dark in the room, with nothing but a dimmed light coming from out in the row. But I can still make out his flushed cheeks. I’m sure it’s partially from how hard I’d been choking him, though the timidity in his deep eyes tells me there’s more.

I hum over his lips. “You’re… sohard, love.”

He nods sheepishly.

“Am I still dreaming?”

He shakes his head, so adorably my heart is softening to mush. Rocking my hips, I give him a slow, decadent caress of my cock along his, our solid inches of arousal rutting together. The sound that escapes his plush lips sets my loins on fire.

“I don’t know…” He digs his fingers into my ass, lifting his hips and opening his legs. “Why. I don’t know why I let you…” His eyes close and he bites his lip. “Why I…likedit.”

“I do. You’ve told me before…” My fingers rake through his silky hair. Grabbing a fistful, I tug it hard, and he whines.“Because you like the feeling, thehurt, whether you win or lose the fight.”

“N-no, I—”

“You don’t need to hide from me, Byron,” I whisper, brushing his quivering lips with mine. “Remember? I see you, baby…”

“You do,” he says on a breath, as if maybe it was supposed to be a question, but it’s not. And I’m glad it’s not.

I need him to understand that I think he’s perfect. That no matter the arcane inside of him, he can show it to me.Openwide, split himself down the middle and spill it all out, forme. Because I think it’s beautiful, his despair, his depravity, hisdarkness.

I love the Shadowman.

“I like it too,” I assure him with my tone and my ravenous movements.

“Yea?” His head slants to give me his neck.

I kiss his tattoo, sensually running my teeth over it.God, he smells so bloody delicious…Like masculine dominance wrapped in eager, trembling flesh.

“Uh-huh.” I lick him, and he groans. “I like to be the hunter, and the prey.”

I’m about to go for his lips, because I’ve had enough of this nonsense. I think he knows that we’re more than just empty sex, our connection deeper than where our bodies can reach. It doesn’t matter if we know it’ll end in disaster; I’mdesperateto be the one he kisses out in the open. Because he’smine. Nobody will tend to his needs the way that I can.

But he pulls away from it before I get there, glancing up at me. “Are you sure?” There’s something sparkling in his eyes, like inquisitive doubt. “You’resureyou like it… rough?”

“Yes, baby.” I grind into him. “It feels good… being used.”By you.

“I know, but it seems like—”

“No more thinking, Byron.” I get the sense that he’s becoming bogged down by his thoughts. Fixating on something serious that I can’t get into—like thereasonI was just choking him in my sleep. So I distract him the best way I know how. “Turn your brain off for me, baby…”

I make my request while kissing down his throat, then his chest. I’d love to make a pit-stop at his nipples and suck on them until his dick is leaking like the last time. But I force myself to avoid the detour, licking through the immaculate lines and swells of his abs and his pelvis.

“Umm…” he purrs when I run my lips along the shape of him through his boxers. Tugging them down, I free his thick cock, and he sighs, “Mmmkay…”

I grin. “Good boy.”

And then I slide my mouth over him.

Byron’s head tips back and he melts, fingertips on my face. “Oh fuck… Mmm,baby…”

Sucking deeper, slow and wet, I lose all semblance of who I am. The brokenness that lives inside of me, the anguish of the past, the uncertainty of the future. He makes it all seem so far away…