Chapter 21 #2
I opened my eyes and found him looking down at my face. The fire that coursed through my bloodstream simmered equally strong in those black eyes. It was suddenly so hard to breathe.
“No,” I answered shakily. My gaze dropped to his lips, hovering so close to mine. “No, I am not.”
“I’m only halfway done,” he revealed. His attention trailed down my body, devouring the sight of my heaving chest and my trembling thighs. “Think you can wait another hour and a half?”
I inhaled sharply. “Wait for what?”
“You know damn well what,” he answered low and firm.
He knew what I wanted. He knew how wound up I was. And he wanted to give me release from that tight binding within my own skin.
Licking my lips, I whispered, “No. I can’t wait.”
He smirked, the expression full of sin and delight. “Guess it’s a good thing I’m a demon who can multitask. Though, you’ll be doing most of the work.”
He continued drawing on my chest with the tattoo machine while his other hand moved from its place on my chest to hover near my face.
The brown paper bag from our shopping trip today appeared in his hand.
I swallowed hard as the bag disappeared from my field of vision and the sound of him rummaging through it followed.
When his hand appeared next, it was above my face and holding the small purple vibrator out toward me.
“Do it,” he hissed with a groan.
“The tattoo,” I protested weakly.
Moving around while he was trying to give me a tattoo didn’t sound like a bright idea, but I was also so hot and burning that I was nearly ready to throw logic to the wind.
Already, my hand was closing around the toy and venturing down my bare stomach to the hem of my pants, eager to feel what I’d felt previously.
But shifting my arm to get the toy between my legs, changed the way my boobs and torso laid, which could ruin his ability to work.
“So put it there and leave it,” he said, eyes bouncing between the buzzing tool in his hand to the soon-to-be-buzzing one in mine. “I’ll keep going once you have it where you want it.”
My heart pounded hard, and a similar pulse raged between my legs.
With a push of a button, the toy came to life with a whirr.
My mouth dried as I slid the device beneath my underwear to settle at my center.
The minute the vibrator slicked between my crease and brushed my clit, I nearly shook out of my own skin.
My breath hitched as I situated the toy to lay against my center before removing my hands to settle back at my sides.
My thighs pressed together, which pushed the buzzing toy harder against myself, and I arched my back.
Quickly shaking my head, I stared up at Xander. “I—I’m not going to be able to stay still.”
He grinned, and his eyes briefly flashed gold.
Shadows seeped out of him, and I watched as that mass thinned into the shape of ropes.
The black strands moved cautiously toward my body before testing a touch along my bare shoulders.
My eyes fluttered at the feel of the phantom-like sensation.
I didn’t shy away from it, instead focusing on the feel of the cool shadows sliding down my arms, across my chest, over my hips, and along each ankle.
I’d been restrained in various instances during my time as a patient at Mountview Hospital.
Screams would tear from my lips while angry tears would rush down my cheeks as I fought uselessly to defend and free myself.
At least until they drugged me to calm me down.
Those straps, which had held me in the same spots these shadows did now, meant loss of self, loss of will, loss of freedom.
For a moment, those feelings began to rise up. For a moment, I was back under that fluorescent light, howling for them to believe me and let me go. For a moment, I was once again as dead inside as the ghosts that wandered those hospital halls.
But a pair of black eyes peering down at me brought me back to the surface. The vibrating between my legs brought me back to the here and now. The bindings along my skin brought a sense of comfort, because they were from the world I felt safe in.
This was my demon, and he wasn’t subduing me to endure terror. He was gifting me the ability to feel and experience and live in this safe space with just the two of us.
“Is this okay?” he asked softly.
I took a deep breath and nodded.
The shadows gained a heaviness, and after testing their hold, I found they held me down with their ethereal weight. With me contained, Xander got back to work. His fingers and palms pressed into my bare chest while he drew along my skin, and my body quaked as the feeling between my legs grew.
I’d placed the toy where it felt best, and god, did it feel amazing. A toy was much different than my finger—intense and consistent. My panties held the device flush against me, but as the seconds ticked by, a raging thought filled my head.
More.
I moaned, my eyes rolling back. My body wanted to arch and writhe against the toy, to get closer to where it felt good, but the shadows held me captive.
“Fuck,” I gasped, straining to keep still since Xander was adorning me with permanent ink but also wanting desperately to buck and grind.
“Fuck is right,” he growled, his gaze bouncing between my bare tits, concealed cunt, and his work.
“More,” I breathed out my internal chant. “I-I need more.”
“You have no idea how badly I want to give you more.” His face momentarily shuttered in pain before smoothing out with lust once more. “I can help.”
More shadows gathered around my body, and this time, they settled between my legs, pushing against the toy.
The vibrator pressed harder against me with the aid of Xander’s shadows, and my head tossed as pleasure shot through me.
The hand he splayed across my chest burned my skin, not with torment as most touches did, but with desire.
His rough yet tender palm so close to an intimate part of me, a spot his eyes continued to devour between his ink work, made me breathless.
The vibrator brought me closer to a blinding edge while Xander’s shadows held it right where it hit my sweet spot. Yet all the while, I honed in on my chest where his fingertips pressed harder into my breast bone. I wanted those fingers all over me. I wanted Xander.
Lust for this demon was my drug, and the high of him had the incredible ability of demolishing any inhibitions I might’ve had.
“Touch me,” I pleaded between small gasps.
His every muscle froze as he stared down at my flushed face. I hoped he could see the plea in my hooded eyes. I’d never wanted something so badly, and my entire frame trembled with anticipation and want as I waited for the feel of that hand to move to new places.
Finally, his fingers drifted lower, coasting along my stomach to the waistband of my pants. Fire flooded my bloodstream with dizzying speed, and my hands clenched with eagerness as his dipped into my clothes.
“Open your legs now,” he ordered gruffly.
I didn’t hesitate. The only thing on my mind was Xander and this very moment with him.
Everything else be damned. The shadows allowed me to part my legs, but in doing so, the vibrator shifted, leaving the spot where it had been driving me closer and closer to the brink of a euphoric cliff.
I gasped at the loss of the feeling, but the disappointment didn’t last.
The shadows around my legs gripped me tighter before forcing my knees to bend and spread while placing my feet flat on the cushioned table.
Xander’s fingers slid along the top of my pussy, which nearly stole my ability to breathe.
He was truly touching me. After so many years of wanting this, he finally had his hands on me.
But he didn’t dip them into my pussy where the toy had been. Instead he found the toy now angled wrong within my pants and pressed it right against my clit.
A sound resembling a scream tore from my lips as I threw my head back. “X-Xander!”
“Keep still,” he commanded seductively. “You wouldn’t want a mess on your chest, would you?”
I bit my lip and gave a miniscule dip of my head in acknowledgment.
Meanwhile, his skilled hold on the toy shifted to swirl the head of it around my center.
I gasped, and my hips twitched as a pulse of rapture darted through my veins.
Even over the hum of his tattoo machine or the vibrating of the device, I could hear the unmistakable sound of slick desire where he played with me.
“Shit. You’re so goddamn wet, Ghost,” Xander purred. “How long have you been like this, hmm?”
“Since you got out of the shower,” I answered honestly.