Page 83 of Shadow Kissed

I look into his dark, angry eyes. His shadows seep out into the office and climb the walls, sweeping across the floors in a turbulent flood.

“No, he isn’t. I don’t want him like that. I didn’t know he was going to kiss me.”

He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip, and I gasp at the contact as a ripple of heat runs through my body. He studies my reaction, and a cold and confident smile crosses his taut face. “You’ll never be his.”

“Never,” I repeat and it’s the truth. He yanks my skirts up and I feel his hand move up underneath my underwear until he cups my naked sex. His eyes flare when he finds me wet.

“Are you wet for him?” Raegal demands to know, his eyes darkening further.

“Not for him,” I admit, and he growls as he yanks my face towards his and places his mouth on mine. He holds my head prisoner in his hand as he devours me. He’s cruel and demanding and I take it all. Raegal parts my folds with his other hand and strokes across my sex, causing me to whimper in need against his lips.

“I want to kill him for touching you,” he admits as he pushes a finger inside of me at the same time as his tongue swipesagainst mine. We kiss like the world is ending and I forget everything but the feel of him. “More,” I whisper against his lips. “I need more.”

I feel his smirk against my lips. “You’ll get more when I decide you deserve more.” He withdraws his finger and I whimper at the loss. He brings it to my mouth. “Open.” I do as instructed, and he pushes his finger into my mouth. “Lick it clean.”

With my eyes trained on his, I swipe my tongue across his finger and his eyes flare with pure carnal desire. “I want to fuck you until you ache everywhere. I want to fuck you until you’re so full of me you can’t think of anything but me,” he says, as his shadows rip my skirts in half, and they fall to the floor. A rush of deep need rushes through me at his words. It’s wrong. So wrong, but I want him. I want him to own me and use me.

He rocks his hips against my now naked sex, and I release a guttural moan at the feel of his hard length. “Tell me what you want, Terror? Is it him or me?”

He nibbles at my ear as his hand brushes softly against my core. “Please.” I whimper, desperate for him to touch me and give me what I so desperately need. He abandons my ear and grips tightly at my chin as his eyes burn into mine. “Him or me?”

I hate him for making me say it. “You,” I admit, and he rewards me by stroking his finger up and down my sex.

“Say it. Say ‘I want you, Raegal,’” he demands coldly as he inserts a finger inside of me and my eyes roll back in my head as his shadows sneak under my top and tease my nipples.

“Gods.” I moan, lost in the sensations he’s causing. He pauses and I growl at him. “Fine! I want you Raegal.”

“Good girl. Now let’s see how loud I can make you scream, Terror.”

I gasp when he pushes a second finger inside of me and he pumps them in and out. I wrap my legs tightly around his waistand chase his movements with my hips, eager to feel him deeper. His shadows touch me everywhere, stroking up my back and up my thighs. “I hate that I want you like this,” he whispers against my ear.

“Same,” I reply breathlessly as I chase the waves of pleasure that climb higher.

There’s a loud rap on his office door.

“Commander!”

Raegal curses under his breath. “What is it?” he demands as his fingers continue to pleasure me.

“I have an urgent message from Captain Graystream regarding the missing girls.”

Raegal sighs and presses his forehead against mine. “One moment.” He covers my mouth with his hand as he plunges his fingers in and out of me with a desperate urgency. My eyes widen as my release burns through my body in wave after wave of pure ecstasy, and his eyes never leave mine as he watches me come undone on his fingers. He removes his hand from inside me and he places his finger to his lips, urging me to be quiet. Untangling my legs from him, I wobble on my own two feet, feeling drunk with pleasure. He strides to the door and opens it just enough to stick his head out.

“Speak and quickly!” he orders the poor soldier. The soldier informs him they have received intelligence on the location of one of the missing girls and that Jasiel is waiting to speak with him in the command centre.

Raegal swears under his breath and runs a hand through his dark hair. He looks back at me standing against his wall with my ripped skirts at my feet and his eyes flare with regret. “Tell Captain Loring to meet me there.” With one last glance my way, he opens the door and strides from the room, closing it briskly behind him. I watch aghast as his shadows cover the door from the inside, effectively leaving me locked in until his return.Damnation! I’ve been gone too long. Moryen will probably have noticed my absence by now. I reach for my skirts and wrap them around my waist, attempting to tie them together where he ripped them down the middle. Why do my clothes end up in tatters every time he touches me?

I glance around the office, then I pause as I remember my earlier conversation with Arkynn. My eyes land on his desk drawers and taking one glance at the door, I rush around to the desk and try the top drawer. Its locked.

Think, Reya!

Smiling, I pull my dagger from my left boot and insert it into the lock. The tip is the perfect size. I wiggle and twist it, but it doesn’t budge. I search the room frantically for anything I can use when my eyes fall on his shadows surrounding the office door. With an inkling of a crazy idea forming in my head, I walk towards the door and swipe my finger into the mist of shadows and sure enough, a wisp of a shadow lingers on my finger. I look up at the ceiling and ask for the Mother Goddess to bless me with luck. I return to his desk and, taking a seat in his dark leather chair, I press the slither of his shadow into the lock. I wait with bated breath and send my thanks to the goddess as the lock of the draw clicks open.

Mission accomplished.

Conscious I’m running out of time; I open the drawer and hurriedly search through his correspondence. I skim read the top lines of the documents until my eyes land on the very thing I am searching for. I pull it out and scan the details, committing them to memory until I can get back to my room and write it down. A slither of guilt runs through me. Here I am betraying the man who I’ve just been intimate with. I shake the thought from my head. I don’t have time for second thoughts. I don’t owe him anything. I skim read the rest of the document. I still when I hear footsteps coming down the hallway. Quickly and quietly,I place the document back within the pile I found it and place them back in the drawer, closing it softly. I panic when I realise it isn’t locking itself. I glance at the door, debating if I have enough time to retrieve more shadow and attempt to close it before he comes back through that door. I don’t. Rushing to my feet, I rush back to lean my back against the wall where he left me just as the door swings open. His eyes sweep over the room before landing on me.

“Have they found them?” I ask him, still clutching at my torn skirt.