Page 62 of Shadowed With Fear

“More,” I mumble rubbing my cheek against his thigh. His hand tightens a fraction, and he tilts my face up.

“What did you say?”

“More. More,” I mumble again, licking at the swollen head of his cock. My lips wrap around the wet spot on his jeans, and I suck.

He groans, cursing.

“I want to taste you, Shadow. Please.” The button on his jeans is smooth against my fingertips. I can feel the waist of his jeans sitting against the tense muscle low on his stomach. His skin is so fucking warm.

I wonder if he’s got tattoos. Suddenly the image of Grayson standing outside my door with Brahm, sweating pouring down his chest and stomach flits through my mind.

How he would look at me if he was standing before me, with his shorts slung low on his hips, the vines I know curving his hip staring back at me.

Shadow’s thumb rubs along my cheek.

“Show me what pretty noises you make choking on my cock, little flower.”

His words send me into a frenzy. My nails scratched at his hips as I hurried to unbutton his jeans, tearing them down his thighs with his boxers.

He laughs darkly, pushing me back against the wall again. The hand in my hair is forceful keeping me in place, while his other hand wraps around my throat, squeezing.

“Three taps, Dahlia. Don’t forget it.” And he plunges forward.

My eyes widen at the feeling of him sinking deeper down my throat. I’ll probably be embarrassed by the noises I make tomorrow, but the throbbing ache between my thighs is making me forget about feeling shy.

He groans and grunts from above me and the sounds only heighten my arousal. I feel so fucking used, and vulnerable, and goddamn is it fucking amazing. I’m breaking him apart. The stoic guardian is coming apart at the seams from the pleasure I give him. His hand around my throat should scare me. It should have me feeling panicked as his cock pushes down my throat cutting off my air two ways, but being lightheaded has me feeling giddy. My pulse racing, arousal soaking through my panties, and my eyes cast upward searching for him in the dark is the only thing I want right now.

Shadow groans pulling out of my mouth, and I whine.

“Stand up, sweet girl.” He coos running his hand down my hair.

My legs are trembling as I stand leaning against the wall. I’m barely steady on my feet before he turns me, facing the wall.

It’s cool, rough against my forehead. I turn, peering over my shoulder, pressing my reddened cheek against the gritty wall.

My hips push out searching for the feeling of his warmth. His hand caresses my hips, squeezing my thighs as he unbuttons my jeans, slipping the tips of his finger beneath the band.

“Shadow,” I moan, reaching back for him, but he grabs my arm, pushing it against my lower back.

“Do you remember what I said the other day, little flower?” He breathes right against the back of my neck sending a shiver down my spine. I shake my head and he chuckles.

“I’m not going to be inside of you, sweet girl. The first time I sink my cock into your sweet little pussy you’re going to know who you’re letting inside you for the first time.”

“But I know you— “

His palm coming down on my ass in a sharp smack cuts me off.

“No, sweet girl. You’re going to know the real man, not the fucking mask, do you understand me?”

I nod against the wall, whimpering his name.

“Do you want me to make you feel good, Dahlia?” His lips move against my neck, and his warm breath blows past my ears.

“Yes, please, Shadow.”

“Good girl, but remember you’re being punished, aren’t you?” Shadow’s hand pulls my head back.

“Yes…” I murmur.