Page 68 of Will It Hurt?

“Good.” I licked my lips in anticipation. “I like knowing you were just as wet as I was.”

She tracked my every move with unerring focus as my head dipped between her legs, seeking more of her. The little button of her clit stood proudly from under the hood, and I flicked my tongue around it, savoring every bit of her wetness and relishing each tremble I wrought from her body.

I brushed my tongue in deliberate circles, once, twice, three times, careful not to give her too much and chuckling into her wetness when she let out an annoyed little groan.

She had tortured me too much for me to let her come without begging for it.

But when her fingers landed in my hair, curling into a fist, pleasure danced behind my eyelids. I gasped into her as she held me still, bucking upwards and slicking herself against my nose, my lips, my chin.

Fuck, was she using me like a human sex toy to get herself off?

God, yes. She was rough with her pleasure, her nails stinging on my scalp.

How was she so hot even on the precipice of release? With her head tilted backward, spine arched in a beautiful bow, biceps straining as she canted her hips into my face, she used me to prolong her ecstasy. And I was only too willing to let her ride my face until she was sated.

Her skin was beautiful as it flushed red with her orgasm.

But as her hips slowed and her head tipped back up to look at me, her shadows came alive, detaching from her body like little tendrils of dark smoke.

They hissed and spat as they moved, slowly at first as though getting used to their surroundings, then faster, twining around my waist, my chest, my neck.

“Up,” she said, and for a moment, I thought she was speaking to me. But the tendrils reacted to the command, buoying my weight as they nudged me onto the bed and straight into Jinn’s lap.

A single shadow snaked between my legs, warm and smooth and… Hard.

I glanced at it, studying the way it lay flush against Jinn’s pelvis like a girthy strap.

“Is this what you wanted, little wytch?” she rasped, her voice low and hoarse as her fingers twined around my neck. Her grip was all too familiar, and I felt a resonant pull low in my belly.

“Yes,” I tried to say, but the word was a rasp in the air.

“You want me to fill your pussy with my shadows?”

Her fingers tightened on my neck and I stilled, feeling my airway narrow. In a heartbeat, I was back at the Christmas market with her weight pushing me into an unyielding stone wall and her eyes promising murder.

But this time, when I glanced at her, I knew I wanted her to fuck me. Fingers, mouth, tongue, shadow —I’d take it all at once if I could.

I tipped forward to grab a fistful of her hair, and her grip on my neck yielded enough to let me.

“You need to stop talking and put that thing inside me. Now. ”

Despite the urgency in my voice, her shadows were unnervingly gentle as they slid against my slippery wetness.

Enough foreplay! I wanted to scream, but I feared my impatience would shine through clear as day.

She pressed inside, smooth and warm and heavy and oh my fuck.

This was what I’d wanted from the start—what I’d needed.

The shadow latched onto something that had been dormant inside me for so long.

I gasped, my back arching against the force of it as I flailed, unsure whether to ride or surrender. The very essence of Jinn was like being consumed and filled all at once, invaded and claimed in ways I couldn’t name. And still, her grip on my neck never wavered.

“Take a breath, little wytch,” she breathed. “You’re gripping me so tightly.”

I could barely make out the words over the rush of my own pulse.

I braced my palms on her chest.

“You can feel me?”

“Every exquisite inch.”

The words were bit out through gritted teeth.

Cords stood at attention along her neck as she tensed with each upward thrust. Curse the moon, she looked disheveled, her calm stillness shattered with the coaxing of my tongue, my pussy. Her short hair lay mussed around her temples, her cheeks holding a surprising flush.

I wanted to hear her fall apart again.

Her free hand tightened on my hip, her thick shadow pressing deeper, trying to set me on fire from the inside.

“You ride me so beautifully,” she rasped as though mesmerized by the movement of my body with each thrust.

My fingers reached up to curl around both nipples, toying with the bars and pinching down hard.

The rough pain sent me over the edge.

My breath hitched, sharp and uneven. She didn’t relent. No, instead the tendril shifted and morphed, crooking upward, thickening, prolonging my release and until I was nothing but a trembling, quivering mess.

Motherfucker.

“Again,” I breathed, but it was unnecessary. Her hips moved in tandem with mine, her fingers leaving their anchor on my waist to seek the nub that cried for attention.

She didn’t stroke it, didn’t circle it. Pleasure punched through me as she clamped down on the bundle of nerves, holding it tightly between her fingers as I rode her shadows .

The pressure on my windpipe, the pinch around my clit… god, I was going to come, and come so fucking hard.

And then— nothing. The shadow was gone, the girthy stretch between my legs vanishing just before I hit the peak.

The short edges of my nails clawed into her in protest as my hips continued moving on instinct with nothing to ride.

Empty, aching and pulsing, I stared down in disbelief as her shadows slithered in the air.

“What the fuck—” I began, wishing I had actual claws to rip her apart. “I’m going to fucking kill you, you stupid undead—”

With both hands on my hips, she flipped us over, my weight sinking into the old mattress. She fell on top of me, heavier than expected, but so fucking welcome. With the emptiness still tearing me up inside, I’d take anything to relieve the pain of it.

“Arsehole,” I muttered, barely resisting the urge to punch her.

“Before you start calling me names,” she said, her shadows flowing around her. “Did you ever stop to think I had something better in store for you?”

Better?

I latched onto those words like a lifeline.

The shadows dipped under my legs. My first thought was to resist them on principle, but I grudgingly allowed them to push my thighs up until they touched my belly.

Jinn shifted to her knees, her eyes drifting to the split-open heart of my pussy.

“Look at you,” she breathed. “All red and gushing for me.”

“I’m wet for you to fuck, not just stare at,” I spat, still pissed off .

“Oh, I will.” A single tendril broke free from her shadows, shifting and morphing until it was impossibly thick and wide.

“I want to watch you come on my shadows, little wytch,” she breathed, her eyes pinning mine. “While I suck on your clit.”

And just like that—she was forgiven for any manner of crimes she had committed against me.

My lips parted to say something—anything. Maybe a sharp barb or a witty retort, but the truth was that I needed her mouth on me so desperately that words would only sound like a pathetic plea.

When her head dipped between my spread thighs, her gaze holding mine, I tried to raise my hips to meet her halfway, but the shadows held me down, tougher than any man-made restraints.

“Fuck,” I muttered as she teased me with tickles of breath she didn’t need.

“You have no idea how you look,” she said, the muscles around her shoulders and back tensing as she held the position between my legs. “Trembling, quivering, waiting for me to do anything to you.”

I pressed my lips together, just in case an embarrassing whisper slipped free.

“And here, where my shadow was before…” Her fingers ghosted over my slick opening. “You’re stretched out and waiting for more.”

“Yes.” The word was strained—the best I could manage as I watched my dimpled belly shiver with need.

“Oh, little wytch.” Her lips pulled into a smirk. “You’re a delight.”

This new angle— fuck , it splayed me open for anything she wished. I couldn’t fight, couldn’t move, couldn’t demand she hurry up when she painstakingly lapped up all the wetness that had leaked into the crease of my thighs.

When she finally, finally , turned her attention to the bud of my clit, I was panting, straining, needing just a little more contact to send me over the edge.

Her shadow probed between my legs; my breath vanished in an instant. Jinn’s lips curled around my clit, sucking the nub into the warmth of her mouth as she shadow pushed in with expert ease.

Fuckfuckfuck.

I whined, needing to move with the rhythm of her lips and the slow upward thrust of her shadow, but she continued to hold me down.

I was nothing but a receptacle for her pleasure.

“Look at you,” she whispered, her cheeks wet with my essence. “Stretching so wide for me.”

She moved back slightly and I cast my gaze down to where her shadow split me wide, watching its length pushing deeper and deeper still.

My clit throbbed, waiting for the warmth of her tongue yet again.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” she breathed. “Panting up a storm. Waiting for me to offer you release… wondering if I will. ”

I swallowed the catch in my throat long enough to say: “You will, right?”

Nothing but a secret smile was her response.

Bitch.

The shadow picked up its pace as her tongue returned to my clit. Breathing was forgotten. So was thinking. Every sensation dropped between my thighs, radiating pulses of pain-laced pleasure over my body. Goosepimples followed in their wake .

“Watch me,” Jinn ordered between licks and sucks. “Watch me as you fall apart, little wytch.”

And that was exactly what I did. Between the feeling of the shadow pumping quickly between my legs, testing my limits as it adapted its girth to my moans, and the deliberate pull of Jinn’s lips, I chased the high she had denied me so cruelly earlier.

There was something freeing about this—about being held down and not being in control for once in my life. Jinn was in charge of my pleasure, and there was nothing I could do to speed her up or slow her down. I simply had to take what she gave me.

Each suckle turned pleasure into a tight wire in my belly.

Each thrust of her shadows threatened to snap it, but instead, it held me on the edge, forcing me to dangle on the precipice of something I was slowly beginning to fear.

Because if she didn’t let me come this time, I would die. Or disintegrate.

She chuckled against me as though she’d heard every single word. Fuck, she really was a bitch.

The cup of her lips around my clit was quickly replaced by her tongue—she lapped slowly with the broad pad, then picked up speed.

“What the— oh my god. ”

The smutty novels never talked about this—the way vamps could use their speed for anything, including, apparently, their tongues.

It was the final straw.

The wire in my belly frayed and unraveled, the long-overdue release spreading across my limbs in a rush of heady pulses. The shadows around my thighs tightened as I thrashed, trying to ride out the waves without hurtling towards death. My back arched off the bed; my fingers fisted in the quilt.

Ah fuck. Too good. Endlessly, soul-shatteringly good .

I lay in a pool of sweat and tears, a smile creasing my lips as shivers swept through my limbs.

Even after my breathing returned to normal, I thought I heard the echo of my whines and moans in the room.

When Jinn rose to take my lips, she tasted like devotion, although that was probably wishful thinking on my part.

Her fingers traced the edge of my jaw, tilting my face up to drink in the aftermath written across my features. The shadow still lingered, the weight of it surprisingly comfortable inside me.

“You’ll be the death of me, little wytch,” she breathed, pressing a kiss to my temple.

“Very funny.”

It was the only non-committal reply I could muster to cover up the way my heart twisted at those words.