Chapter 8
First Time
Hex flows to his feet with uncanny grace.
Now he is standing toe to toe with me in my dingy kitchen. I can barely see him. He is pretty much all shadow. A shadow with glowing red eyes.
“Adam. May I kiss you?”
The words are the faintest whispers. A suggestion on the edge of my perception. A distant refrain of wind through forgotten places.
Hex is fading. Because of me.
“Yes!” I squeak. “Kiss me! Now!”
Shadows brush over my jaw. He cups my face. Tenderly and carefully. As if I’m made from the finest china.
My eyes flutter closed. My head tilts up. My lips pucker up.
Coldness brushes over my lips. Softer than silk. Fluid and winter.
A tingling sensation races through my entire body. Static from the kiss dances along my nerve endings, reaching and lighting up every part of me.
The shadows cupping my face grow more solid. The lips sensually caressing my own, turn more defined. There is a hint of heat now. An echo of plump flesh.
He gently shifts the angle of my face. He kisses me more intensely. More thoroughly. A tongue slides into my mouth and I moan.
The kiss deepens. It heats. My toes are curling.
Fucking hell. I’ve never been kissed like this. Kisses always seem hurried. An appetiser. A hasty prelude to other things. Perfunctory to getting things started.
Hex isn’t kissing me like that at all.
He is kissing me as if it’s an act of worship. As if my lips are the prize, not the beginning.
His attentions are slow, thorough. As if he has all the time in the world and there is nothing he would rather be doing.
I make a truly pathetic noise. I fall into the sensations he is giving me. Surrender to them and let them carry me far away. It feels like rain after a drought and I need to drink him deeply.
His lips leave mine. He kisses the corner of my mouth. My jaw. Down to my neck. My head is tilted shamelessly back. My eyes are closed.
Oh my.
His lips are nuzzling my neck, but the rest of him feels like a mass of silken shadows. Brushing, twining, writhing all over me. Satin vines wrapped around my limbs and torso. Moving and twisting. A sea of caresses all under my clothes and against my naked skin.
It’s a lot.
It feels amazing.
My very hard cock is the only part of me that he isn’t touching, and it feels as if I’m not going to need him to touch me there for me to blow my load.
Which is good since I’m pretty sure that’s what he is aiming for.
I don’t think a kiss is going to sustain him.
Not even this sexiest-kiss-in-the-history-of-the-world kiss.
And… and I guess I’m totally up for that. Very, very up for that. So if that makes me a twisted freak, well, hello new me.
My thoughts scatter as his very real-feeling tongue rasps over the delicate skin of my neck. I gasp and shudder. Fuck. I’m so close.
But there is a problem with that.
“I…um…” I stammer.
Hex pauses. All the writhing stops.
A handful of my brain cells begin to function again. My eyes open.
I’m leaning back. Hex’s shadows are warm against my back. Supporting me. Okay, holding me up while I swoon. I’m not ashamed to admit it.
I stare into red eyes floating in a dark mist.
Why am I not freaking out? I should be freaking out. Is it bad that I’m not freaking out? Am I so easy that once I’m horny, anything goes? Being groped by shadows is fine as long as it gets me there?
I swallow. “Um… can we take this to the bedroom? Standing in the middle of the kitchen and shooting my load feels… kinda unhygienic.”
A disembodied chuckle echoes around the room. I blink as Hex materialises fully. The glowing red eyes are now in a face. A ridiculously handsome face.
He sets me on my feet and my head spins for a moment. Then he holds out his arm in a gesture that looks like something straight out of Bridgerton. I suppose he is a prince, so it tracks.
Fumbling awkwardly, I take his offered arm. He grins like the Cheshire Cat and proceeds to escort me to my tiny bedroom as if he is taking me to a fancy ball.
Once we are in the room, he takes his arm back and steps back a couple of paces.
I glance down at my lumpy, unmade bed, with its wrinkly sheets and ugly grey duvet.
“If you would be so kind as to undress, My Love,” Hex’s voice rumbles from behind me.
I whirl to face him. He’s keeping a very respectful distance. Which is odd, because the look in his eyes says he’s not planning on being at all respectful once I’m naked.
My gulp echoes loudly. My fingers fumble and trip over every single button and zip. But diligently, stubbornly, I continue. Eventually, I manage to hop out of my jeans without tripping and landing on my face. And just like that, I’m standing naked in front of a shadow being.
Oh god. What if this isn’t the first time? Hex could have been watching me for years. Other shadows could have been. Every time I’ve been naked, either just changing or getting out of the shower, I might have had an audience. It’s a thought that’s going to give me paranoia if I dwell on it.
But there is no time to freak out, because Hex is staring at me. Really staring. Devouring the sight of me as if my naked body is a feast.
Suddenly I’m falling, tumbling backwards to land on the bed with a bounce. My arms flail like windmills. I yelp. That felt like a shove, but I swear Hex didn’t move from his respectful corner.
I blink, and then he is on top of me. Pouncing like a true predator. I squeak again. This is very unfair. He is all sexy and suave, and I’m flailing and doing mouse impersonations.
Not that he seems to mind. At all.
His glowing red eyes are right above me and he doesn’t look turned off at all. He looks hungry. Very, very hungry.
He draws closer and brushes his lips over mine. I groan and kiss him back with a hunger of my own.
His silken touch spreads all over me again. A full body caress. It should feel weird because it is so very unhuman, so utterly different to anything I’ve ever experienced before.
But it just feels wonderful. Apparently, my body is very adaptable. It’s feeling unusual sensations and simply getting right down to work with firing up with arousal, desire and lust.
Maybe my dry spell was too long and now all my synapses are misfiring.
Whatever. I don’t care. The only thing I care about is Hex not stopping. I don’t want him to ever, ever stop.
He trails kisses down my neck. Down to my chest. Shadows flick at my nipples, and sensation sparks through me.
Lips brush over my skin. Down and down. Past my chest. Over my stomach.
He pauses by my leaking cock, and I suck in a frantic breath. Then suddenly I’m yelling as pleasure explodes through me. Stars light up behind my eyelids.
Hex’s mouth is achingly soft. Almost mist like. Cold shot through with heat.
My mind can’t fully process the feeling, all it knows is that the sensation is good. So good. So very, very good.
I’m wailing now. A constant stream of utterly debauched sounds. Enough to put the best porn star to shame.
I’m losing my mind. Or my soul. Probably both. Totally worth it.
My eyes open. I look down my body. My legs are spread wide. Wanton and crude.
Between my thighs is a thick miasma of swirling black shadows. Glowing red eyes float near the base of my cock, staring right back at me. I can see a faint outline of his handsome face, of dark lips stretched wide.
His head bobs. He takes me deep while his smouldering eyes never leave mine. My cock is encased in tight silk. Firm pressure that’s not at all diaphanous.
My eyes roll back. My heels drum on the sheets. My vocal cords reach a new level of decibels.
An orgasm burns through me. Flashfire. Soaring flames. Combustion and release.
Hex drinks me down. He sucks and sucks, determined to drain me dry. The pleasure rolls on and on. My peak stretching impossibly. Fuelled by Hex’s wicked tongue and lips.
Overwhelm hits. My nerve endings start to protest. Everything is oversensitive. Teetering between pain and pleasure. I whimper. Writhe and twist.
Hex bestows mercy on me.
He pulls off of my cock, and instantly I collapse. Bones turned to noodles. A puppet whose strings have been cut.
My lungs begin heaving. My head is spinning. I can’t open my eyes. I’m going to pass out.
Shadows move over me. Soft lips brush over my sweaty forehead.
“You are delicious, My Love. Thank you.”
They are the last words I hear before sleep pulls me down.