Page 18 of The Guru: Shadow
“Noticed. So, what did you gather?”
“Enough.” She took another bite of the pizza with a small,smug grin on her face. It was like a little game they played, and it was as fun as it was annoying.
Without warning, he stepped around her knee and pushed himself between her legs, that dangled down the counter. His hands gripped her by the thighs and pulled her hard against him.
His scent. Holy shit.
And while she just let him do it in absolute bewilderment, with her cold pizza in one hand, he gripped the back of her ahead and a chunk of her hair by the roots.
He then tilted his head and took her in before he leaned in on her. Slowly, he trailed – without touching her skin – his lips from her collarbone to her neck towards her ear while breathing her in. It was like a hunter sniffing its prey. But instead of backing away, she let herself be consumed by the prickling shudder running through her body, goosebumps spreading all over her skin.
The voice then whispering in her ear was so dark, so dangerous, and damn, the hottest thing ever happening to her. “How I’d love to fill that venomous mouth of yours with my hard cock and fuck it till you beg me for mercy.”
The moment he said it, the pizza dropped out of her hand onto the floor. Her heart had skipped some beats and now raced, filled with dark desire. There he was, showing his true face for the first time.
But instead of running, she moaned only from his words and touch, filling her entire existence with longing fire. They hit her core like a bomb, right where her deepest, darkest, and most feral desires lingered. Everything in her vibrated. An absolute, engulfing anticipation, driven by lust, betraying her righteous feminist existence. Never had anyone used dirty words like those for her, but hell, it was good.
“Your scent is phenomenal,” he whispered with a deep growl, now trailing back down her neck with his lips only a millimeter away from her skin, leaving her with a sizzling feeling of tension between them. And before she could brace herself, he took out his tongue and licked from her collarbone up toher ear.
Damn.
He tasted her. Tasted her like a reaper’s quarry.
Was it weird? Yes. Double yes. But it was also fucking hot.
When his tongue reached her earlobe, he nipped and sucked it in for a moment before trailing his lips over to hers. Only instead of kissing her, he licked with his tongue over her lips too.
“Mhhhhm,” he breathed, hot against her skin. “You taste as good as you smell.”
“Do I?”
“Yes, sweet like summer rain, salty like the waves of the ocean. The perfect symphony, consuming all the senses.”
It was probably the cheesiest thing someone had ever said about her. It was like in one of her favorite books. The all-consuming male, saying all the right things. Only that those men didn’t exist outside books and if they did, they were serial killers, vampires, or mafia. In other words, dangerous and more than unrealistic.
And yet, her mind played a movie in her head, how he would grasp her, kiss her with this all-consuming longing, rip her clothes off, and fuck her right here and there. Only the thought of it made her core prickle so intensely that she rolled her hips against his body. Bewitched by his scent and presence, she melted into his touch, much to her own annoyance.
“Tell me what you want.”
She bit her lower lip. There was no way she would put into words what she just saw him doing in her mind.
“I’m the only one biting that lip.” And he forcefully gripped her jaw. “Speak.”
The way his tone changed, how demanding he got, underlined what she already knew. And if someone else, anyone, would’ve ordered her around like this, she would have been repulsed the very second. But here she was, being drawn to him by an invisible rope she could not explain.
It was hot, and it somehow quietened her mind. But not only her mind, her soul, too. Right now, right here, there was nothing she had to conceal, no mask she had to wear. Her soulstripped to its rawest part of being by a dangerous stranger. And whatever her mind told her to stay away, she did not hear it because he vanished her overthinking. There were no more consequences, no more poor decisions. There was just this sweet moment of freedom she had never felt before. It was so fucking dangerous, but damn, what did she care?
She stared straight into his eyes while he held her fixed, taking her time to answer as she would not give the satisfaction of having her just that easy. And then she bit her lip once again, which triggered exactly the reaction she wanted. The fire it lit in his eyes burned her down to the core of her existence.
5
DEIS
PLAYLIST: WOLF IN YOUR DARKEST ROOM - MATTHEW MAYFIELD
The evening turned out better than he could ever have expected. When he had RSVP’d, he did it mostly out of business reasons. He usually kept far away from places like the Stone’s, but Julie was a master of her arts, especially the art of persuasion.
The moment he laid eyes on Emma, a deep arousal caught him unguarded. There she stood, dressed in all black, looking like she would’ve been anywhere but there. She cared little about societal expectations and norms; she was an outsider compared to all the others. Something, that made her sweetly insecure, while her dark green eyes reflected the beautiful depth of darkness that matched his own.