Chapter 44 Ginger #2
He strode to my bedroom, settling me on the center of my bed, careful to keep my antlers from hitting the headboard. I let my legs fall open, my muscles feeling loose and languid.
Shade crawled over me, settling his strong body between my hips. His hands stroked my forehead, brushing back loose tendrils of hair. I let my arms settle comfortably around his neck.
I smiled at him, feeling satisfied to my very bones, though my blood continued to simmer.
His cock jerked against my stomach.
My smile grew.
Feeling a rare confidence, I slipped my hands down his back, toying with the waistband of his undershorts. “Remove these, please.”
He swallowed. “As you wish.”
Without moving an inch, and without looking away from my face, his shadows grasped the fabric and tugged, leaving him naked on top of me.
His cock was a hot, slick bar against my stomach.
I glanced down, unable to resist. His cock was impressive, thick and long and so swollen it looked painful.
It was a dark color, the same inky tone as his fingertips.
Pre cum leaked steadily from the tip. It twitched as I watched, oozing another drop.
I glanced up to look at Shade’s face. It was impressive, how he was able to restrain himself when his body was so clearly wound up to the point of snapping.
I slipped a hand between our bodies.
He jerked when I made contact. My fingers circled him, squeezing gently. His skin was so hot, so smooth here.
I stroked him, base to tip, watching his face as I did so. His eyes pinched shut, and his head fell forward to rest in the crook of my shoulder.
I grinned. I loved having this effect on him. I had never felt sexier. More powerful.
Iron tendrils circled my wrist, halting the movement before I could pump him again.
“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, suddenly worried.
He took a few deep breaths before he could respond. When he finally spoke, his voice was strangled. “No. The opposite. I will spill over your stomach before I get the chance to sink my body into yours.”
“That’s okay, we can—”
“No,” he interrupted me. He lifted his head to peer into my eyes. “I want this too badly.”
Desire pooled in my stomach, sped my breath. “I want this, too.” I wanted it more than I could describe with words.
I hoped that my eyes did the explaining for me.
I tugged at the shadows, and they allowed me to move, shifting my hips and lining him up at my entrance.
I slipped my hand free, settling it onto the back of his neck as I gave myself over to him completely.
He pushed forward. His gold eyes never left mine.
I was so aroused, so wet that my body didn’t resist in the slightest, but the adjustment to his size still caused a twinge of discomfort that vanished as quickly as he arrived.
Slowly, he sank in deeper. The feeling of fullness was everything I hoped for and more.
I dug my fingers into his skin, clutching him to me.
With a harsh exhale, his hips met mine, and he buried himself to the hilt. My belly spasmed, my core clenching around him.
“Are you okay?” Shade asked, voice tight.
“Yes,” I whispered.
It took a few seconds for my lungs to remember how to breathe.
And then he pulled himself back, a few inches, and thrust in again.
My eyes fell shut, the sensations overwhelming.
“Ginger,” he mumbled as he fucked me carefully.
“Keep going,” I demanded. I let my nails dig into his skin. “You feel so good.”
A wordless, garbled sound exited his mouth.
He picked up speed, establishing a torturous rhythm.
He was going to ruin me, I knew it.
Tension coiled low in my belly. I was going to shatter.
I lifted my head. He read the intention in the movement, leaning forward to capture my lips in a frantic, desperate kiss.
He sucked at my tongue, my lips as he slammed his hips to mine, his cock stroking my insides at the perfect angle.
I held on for dear life, content to let him devour my very soul.
Shadows billowed, filling the bedroom. I could feel them everywhere. We were cloaked, surrounded.
They kissed my skin, caressed my cheeks, supported my head to keep me steady.
I groaned into Shade’s mouth, and he swallowed the sound, fucking me even harder.
When I was sure I could take no more, a tendril of shadow slithered between our bodies, stroking against my swollen clit.
Shade pulled his head back, only slightly. “I’ve got you,” he murmured. His face was flushed and tight. “Let go.”
I nodded frantically. The tension in my stomach coiled impossibly tighter.
He dropped his face to my neck, sucking at the sensitive skin there.
At the next particularly brutal thrust, the dam broke. I screamed, my core clenching around him as the waves of pleasure tore free. My back arched, and his mouth left my neck.
“That’s it,” he grunted next to my ear. “That’s it. Good girl.”
The bliss bordered on the edge of pain. I felt it when Shade found his release, pumping into me twice more before his entire body tensed. He choked on a shout, his hips stuttering as he fought to keep himself moving inside of me.
His face fell onto the crook of my shoulder, and he caught his weight with his elbows before he could crush me. He rolled onto the bed beside me, tugging one of my legs over his hip to keep our bodies connected.
We both caught our breath.
He never softened completely.
After long, sweet minutes of soothing each other, he began moving again.
My brows rose, and I shifted my hips in encouragement. “Again?” I asked.
His hand slipped to my ass, using the grip as leverage. “If we only have this night, I want to spend it making you unravel as many times as possible.”
My eyes rolled back in my head. “But—”
“No arguments.” Shadows slithered around my wrists, grabbing hold and yanking them above my head.
I swallowed. “I want to touch you.”
He visibly shuddered. “There is time for that yet.”