Page 65 of Shadow Kissed
“Raegal,” she whimpers against my lips, and I smirk in gratification. She wants this as much as I need it.
“What do you want, Terror? You want my fingers inside of you, don’t you? Like this?” I say as I push one finger inside of her. My eyes roll back in my head. She’s so tight, and I shudder at the thought of how my cock would feel buried inside of her.
“More!” she begs me, fisting my hair with her hands and kissing me like I’m keeping her alive. I insert another finger, andshe moans into my mouth. “Greedy little terror, aren’t you?” I smirk as I insert a third finger and pump my fingers in and out of her soaking wet pussy. She chases my rhythm, moving her hips to ride my fingers. Gods help me, I want to fuck this woman into oblivion.
“So good,” she mumbles incoherently, and I grin to myself over the fact that I’ve found a way to shut her up and leave her struggling to form words. “What is this magic?” she asks me as she writhes in my arms.
“It’s not magic, it’s just me giving you pleasure. Are you going to come for me, Terror? Are you going to drip your juices down my fingers?”
“Fuck, yes!” she replies, breathless, her eyes half closed. She has always been beautiful, but like this undone and at my pleasure, she is truly breathtaking. My thumb finds her clit, and it’s enough to send her careening over the edge. She moans and whispers my name like I’m the only thing she worships, and gods if my ego doesn’t love it. I watch with enraptured satisfaction as she comes apart with my fingers inside of hers.
She opens her eyes to find mine staring back at her as she attempts to steady her galloping heart and catch her breath. No words are spoken as we both come down from the high and the cold sharp reality of what just occurred sinks in. I see it when her expression changes from bliss to shock and then anger.
“What am I doing?” she asks. I think more to herself than me. I withdraw my fingers and it’s like it severs the connection between us. I place her onto her feet and running a hand through my hair, I stalk away from her, hoping some distance between us will knock me out of this haze.
“Gods!” I hiss as I kick at a rock on the ground, and it skitters across the ground.
She looks down at her ripped top and attempts to pull it together with her hands and I curse myself for my lack of self-control. I pull off my waistcoat and pull my shirt over my head and stride back over to her and offer her it.
“Here, you can wear this.” I hold it out to her, and she looks down at the shirt and back at me. “Take it. We can’t ride back into the valley with you looking like that.”
She reaches out and snatches it from my hands, clutching it to her chest. “Turn around.”
I scoff. “Seriously?”
“Yes,” she says, her brows knitting together. Swearing under my breath, I stride away from her and shirk my tunic back on. My shadows ache to touch her again, and it takes everything in me to keep them in check. I stroke Nuri and give Reya the privacy she demands. “I’m decent. We should head back. You need to go.”
“I do,” I reply. I need to get as far away from this woman as I can to knock some sense into my head. What was I thinking? That’s the trouble, I wasn’t thinking. I wasn’t thinking about how it was her kind that destroyed my mother’s happiness. How she represents everything that went wrong in my life. I look at Eretreya and I see my mother’s pain and her closed walls as she protected herself from the pain of seeing my father take a second wife and watch her give him the children that she could no longer provide him with.
I hear her curse under her breath as she tries to mount Qeyna. I stride over to her, and reaching for her waist, lift her into her seat. I can feel her cold eyes upon me. She doesn’t thank me, and I don’t blame her.
We ride in silence back to the valley. I itch to order Nuri into a gallop and get there as quick as I can so that I can put some well-needed distance between us. What am I thinking, taking her out like this and being in her company?
After what feels like forever, we arrive back at the stables. The stable hand is there to meet us and see to the horses. Reyajumps down from her seat, stumbling slightly as she lands, and he holds out a hand to steady her at her waist. I’m between them, within a shadow’s breath, and glaring down at him. “I’ve got her,” I warn him, and he nods his head with wide eyes and scuttles off to see to Nuri.
Reya snorts in response, pulling my attention to her. “Have a safe trip, Commander,” she says coldly, before she turns and exits the stable like she cannot wait to be free of my presence. I pause for a second before I stride after her.
“Eretreya,” I call, jogging to catch up with her. “Reya!”
She whirls around to face me, and I almost walk into her. “What?”
I clear my throat, looking down at my shirt, drowning her tiny frame. My shadows gloat at the sight of her in our clothes. “I’ll shadow weave you back to the mansion.”
She stands and stares at me for a beat before folding her arms around her middle and nodding her head. “Of course. Back to my prison.”
I reach out and wrap my arm around her waist and, gods, why does it feel good to touch her again? “I don’t see any iron bars on your windows, although that might stop you from sneaking out to see that boy.”
She jabs a finger into my chest as my shadows wrap around us. “That boy was the only friend I had growing up. That boy knows me better than anyone else ever could.”
My eyes flash black with rage. “That boy doesn’t have a clue what you need.”
“And I suppose you do?” she challenges as she grips me, and my shadows take us back to her bedroom at the mansion.
“A good spanking might knock some sense into you.”
She jabs me in my chest again. “You ever think of spanking me and I’ll slap you again, only harder.”
I smirk at the memory of her having the bravery to hit me earlier. “And look where that got us.” I grin and she rolls her eyes, fighting a smile.