Page 44 of Shadow Man
“Answer me,” he growls.
“Yes, I’m scared,” I whisper.Of what the Fernandez cartel would do to me if they found us? No. Of you, my shadow? So much. Too much.
“Good. It’ll keep you sharp. What else do you remember?”
It's like he’s angling for something deeper. Willing me to find some buried nugget of treasure.
“Their faces. The pain. It comes to me in fragments. Like a montage.” There’s a pause. “Am I a killer like you now?”
“You arenothinglike me.” He dips his head again, his lips tracing a line from my cheek to my jaw, smudging his whiskey breath into my skin. “And I thank a non-existent god for that.”
I allow him access to my neck, a small whimper escaping my lips when I feel his stubble grazing me in a different place. The more he touches me, the more I feel it.The more I want to feel it.
“You’re not ready for me,Luna. Close, but not yet. I won’t be gentle. I can’t be gentle. Like I said before, I need you whole to take what I have to give.” My whimper turns into a moan. “That’s not to say we can't have a taste now, however...” He takes my hand and guides it down my body.
“W-what are you doing?” I ask him, my muscles stiff and reluctant.
“Taking you south of the border, sweetheart. How long has it been since you slipped your fingers inside that beautiful pussy of yours? She’s not so broken anymore, either.”
My brain stops functioning as he drops his knee to brush my fingers lightly against my slit.
“Come for me, Anna,” he urges. “Lose control right in front of me. Tip your head back and moan my fucking name to this dark room. I know you’re desperate to.”
“No.” Feigning disgust, I try and snatch my hand away, but he won't let me go.
“I can make you feel good. I can keep you safe, but I cannot heal you. I can chase you halfway around the fucking world, but I cannot put your pieces back together again for you.” He guides my fingers to the waistband of my panties. There, they seem to take on a route of their own.
I close my eyes as I slide a trail through damp hair, trembling beneath his scrutiny, but suddenly anxious to see if my body still works the way it used to; to see if it’s possible to relearn what’s been unlearned.
My panties are soaked, the moisture seeping out and coating the tops of my thighs. I brush over my clit, feeling that long-forgotten stab of pleasure, before I’m sliding my middle finger inside my body with another moan.
“Describe it to me.”
My eyes fly open again. “I can’t!”
“Do it!” His forearm hits the wall next to my head as he shifts his weight to the side to watch. The dark is almost light now. Naked lust is carved into his handsome face, making him look even more damned and beautiful.
My fingers start thrusting of their own accord. “Tight, so tight!” I whimper.
“Jesus Christ…”
I lean forward a notch to slide my finger in even deeper, feeling the soft muscles rippling and clenching. I’m so deprived I have to thrust a second finger, and then a third to fill my heat.
“Work those fingers,Luna,” he growls hungrily. “Imagine they’re my dick, and fuck yourself to pleasure. Let your greedy little cunt swallow them whole.”
“Oh, God!”
I do as he says, and soon the wet sounds of my desire are louder than my moans.
I’ve missed this—this fall, this rush—the black hole opening up below my feet and plunging me into a pool of pleasure. I’m so close… I slide my fingers out and rub my clit, faster and faster, until there’s only one destination, and then it happens.It happens.
“Joseph!”
I come so hard, my back arches away from the wall and my stomach collides with his erection. Stars burst behind my eyelids… My lungs feel like they’re about to explode. The molten heat between my legs spills out onto the both of us as he palms my pussy to catch the shudders of my orgasm.
I’m crumbling. I’m still weak and useless from the fallout when he crashes his lips down onto mine, pinning me to the wall, thrusting his tongue between my teeth, and reaching into the very heart of me as I ride out the final fragments into his mouth. He’s whiskey-wrong and salvation—burning me up, all over again, with the roughness of his kiss.
It barely lasts a second before he’s dragging his lips away again.