Page 213 of Shadowman

Chills wash over me. My head drops back as I shudder and cry.

When the orgasm overtakes me, it’s unlike anything I’ve felt before. Holding Byron’s hips still, I keep myself in him as deep as possible, barely moving. His body clutches me tight while I throb and buck into him. Filling him upallthe way up.

And he takes it.Like a good boy.

“You feel that?” I’m hoarse as my hands rush over him, kneading his ass, petting his slippery cock. “Mmmm…fuck, it’s in your stomach, isn’t it, hot boy?”

“Oh… oh fuckyesss.” His fingers trailing through the cum on his abs, smearing the slickness onto his chest, rubbing his own cum onto his nipples. The sight keeps my orgasm going on far longer than I thought possible. “C-come… so… deep in me…”

“Fucking hell, Byron, you’re bloody perfect.” I drop down to lick up the length of his tired cock. It jumps up to my mouth, and I groan. “Mine, mine, all bloody mine.”

“Mhmm… okay,yes. Whatever the fuck you say, baby,” he croons, panting for air. “I’m… yours.”

Yay, I win.

Grinning, I’m fuzzy and calm. Practically sedated. Despite the chill and the cool rain hitting us, warmth seeps from my pores. The opposite of how worked up and wrathful I was not minutes ago.

It’s him… His power over me. Fighting or not, we’re enslaved to one another.

This is all I wanted… To catch him.. And now I have. So I can relax.

Blinking down at him, I watch him gazing up at me while we both catch our breath. I tug my softening cock out of his ass, scooping him up onto my lap. It’s easier than it should be, despite how bulky he is. Because he comes with me willingly. Just curls up on top of me.

Mine.

Slipping my fingers between his cheeks, I press them up to his hole.

“Hold it in,” I demand gruffly, stuffing a finger inside when I feel the wetness wanting to seep out. “Keep my cum in your gushy little hole, sweet fury.”

He forces a scowl that’s far too dazed with wonder. “Fuck off…”

“Hmm… is that any way to speak to your baby daddy?” I tease, and he growls over my lips.

“Ha ha,” he sneers. But he kisses me, and I kiss him back. “You know I can kick the shit out of you, right?”

“But you won’t,” I murmur. “Because you’re my bitch.”

Byron snarls, pushing me onto my back. “Pretty sure I fucked you first. Which would make youmybitch.”

I chuckle, and he beams down at me, unable to fight off the smile. “Fine,” I sigh. “I’m your bitch, Byron.”

He looks elated, until I add, “But you’re my prison wife.”

He narrows his gaze, though he’s still grinning. He looks radiant. As refreshed as I feel.

“Shut up, prison husband,” he croons. “Or I’ll kick you in the balls.”

“They’re empty anyway.” I shrug, and he laughs out loud.

I can’t stop staring. He’s filthy, covered in leaves, hair all tousled, with smears of dirt on his smooth skin. He looks…unreal. Too extraordinary not to be a figment of my imagination.

But he is real. He’s here, and against all odds, he actually wantsme. I can barely fathom it.

Whatever we’re doing,whateverthis is, I can’t give it up.I won’t.

Impending tragedy or not, I’ll die before I let this one get away.

“That felt…” My voice trails, and I swallow.