Page 90 of When Darkness Calls

“How—” I take a large gulp of air, straightening my spine, lifting my head higher. “How do you want me, Shadow?”

Without a second thought he responds, “Every fucking way, Dani.”

My eyes droop. Electricity sliding across my limbs. Gripping the bottom of my tank top, I lift it swiftly over my head, pulling my dark curls to one shoulder.

He hisses a breath. Hands clenching on his thighs. It causes me to smile.

“You gotta stop doing that if you want your turn,” he chastises. I raise my brow.

“Doing what?” I blink at him innocently.

“Smiling like a little angel, when I know there’s a monster lurking deep down, just itching to come out.”

“We all have a monster inside us, Shadow. Are you going to let me see yours?” I lick my lips, eyes trailing down his body. His legs are spread wide in the chair, knuckles white below the brass knuckles.

“If I have to prove you wrong, I will.” He nods. “Keep going.”

I stand, turning my back to him, thumbs tugging at the waist of my leggings. He groans louder with each inch of skin that’s exposed.

“Fuck. You—” He takes a sharp breath in. “You are going to be the death of me.”

I peer over my shoulder at him, smirking. My thumbs hook into my panties, and I work them down and up, slowly, over and over, but I don’t take them off.

Instead, I climb onto my bed, ass in the air, swaying the same pattern as that night I wrote the note. It feels like such a long time ago.

Looking back, I see he has leaned onto his elbows, like the idea of me moving away from him was impossible to bear.

My panties are tugged to the side, and the rush of air on my exposed center causes me to whimper. I’m so fucking wet. It’s a miracle it hasn’t dripped onto my thighs. With his perfect position to watch, I make sure I give him the show he wants.

My fingers are slow, teasing the heated flesh inside my thighs.

“Turn around, Dani.” He commands.

I oblige at once. Sitting back against my pillows, thighs spread, I bare myself to him completely. With a quick twist of my hands behind my back, my bra is thrown across the floor.

I wish I could see his eyes. But with the way the light has cast shadows in my room, I can only stare into the void of the mask. Yet, something about that thought makes this so much better.

My left hand runs up the length of my torso, over the rolls of my stomach, lightly tracing my nipple. I moan, eyelids heavy.

My other hand caresses my thighs, each pass getting closer and closer to my core. My breathing deepens into something close to pants.

I look deep into the depths of his eyes as my finger rubs a gentle circle around my swollen clit. My moans are incessant. I’ve never felt this fucking good before. His eyes on me, his presence in my room, suffocating me in need.

My fingers work harder on my clit as my hand squeezes my breast, thumb and fore fingers tugging my hardened nipple.

The noises from my fingers sliding through my folds have my face burning, but I can see the thick outline of his cock through his jeans, and the quick rise and fall of his shoulders and chest as he breathes, nearly as hard as me.

“Are you going to come, sweet girl?”

I nod, eyes closing, head falling back against my shoulders. My hair tumbles down my back, the strands whispering against my skin, sending chills up my spine, and covering me in goosebumps.

The slow build of my orgasm starts low in my belly, burning with need. I whimper quietly, body begging for release.

“You look perfect. So, fucking perfect. So flushed and beautiful with your hand stuffed between your thighs. I need to see it. I need to watch you come all over your pretty fingers.”

I moan at his words, my hips moving slightly with my hand, grinding my pussy against the heel of my palm. The release hits me slowly, starting from my curled toes to slight tremble of my thighs. A warmth that overtakes me, settling deep in my bones.

I gasp through each wave as it rolls over me, slowing the movement of my hand to slow caresses before stopping. My body is featherlight, boneless, as I sink deeper into the bedding. The need is still present, burning beneath my flesh.