I jumped when I felt the first touch me, but as I sank back down into the soft mattress, more licking across my skin, I felt something I hadn’t realised I was holding tight release. It felt like rain on sunburnt skin, a soothing stroke of fingers through hair, a lover’s embrace. I groaned at that, shifting on the bed as the shadows tightened around me, holding me in their grip. Billy watched them pull me out into a starfish, exposing all of my intimate flesh to his eyes, something he spent a good amount of time inspecting. He gave me a dark smile as he reached out, brushing the backs of his fingers across my breast, while I was helpless to do a thing. His grin widened at the sound of my groans of frustration.
Being with Billy was like throwing yourself into a hurricane made of raven feathers. The shadows not holding me still slid up my legs, wending their way around my ankles like black cats before spiralling up. They raked through my hair, curled around my throat, skittered across the sensitive skin of my abdomen, but no lower. They drew my attention over and over to skin that was already overheated, and he just watched them move until he did.
I watched him fall upon me, making incoherently encouraging sounds as he did, those full lips descending on my skin. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I could feel it, those long licks, sweet kisses peppered with sharp nips that had my back bowing before collapsing back onto the bed when he soothed the sting away.
“I’m starting to hate Marlow,” he rumbled as he kissed his way down my sternum. “He takes a body that’s designed to torment my cock, all this lushness…” He pulled back, cupping both breasts, pushing them together slightly. “And shoves them up and out in those ridiculous tops he’s got you wearing. I’m trying to eat breakfast, and all I’m thinking of is burying my face or my cock in them.”
I went to reply, to tell him how much I hated those tops too, but his mouth slammed down on mine. His tongue forced itself between my teeth as his fingers closed around my nipple, tugging the sensitive point as he swallowed my cries down.
“You’re the devil,” I croaked. I was aching, dripping for him, but he just continued this glacial inspection of my body, spending an inordinate amount of time on my ribs or even my ears. Not what throbbed and ached for him.
“Your devil now,” he said, pulling back, looking me over with a proprietary eye. “You let me in.” His eyes slid to between my legs. “You’re not keeping me out now.”
“I don’t want to keep you out. I need you to f—”
He pushed a broad fingertip into my mouth. “Suck. Make it nice and wet.”
I did as he told me to, a growing sense of desire and alarm following it until it popped it free.
“Tell me you want this,” he demanded, grazing his knuckles across my sensitive inner thigh.
“I do. I’m dying—”
“Tell me that this isn’t just a one off. That when I smell that bloom, that sweet little cunt, you’ll let me drag you into my lap, unbuckle my belt, and pull out my cock. That you’ll ride me in front of everyone.”
“I—”
“Tell me I’ll be able to drag you off into my shadow cocoon when seeing you walk past me looking like a wet dream gets too much. That I’ll be able to dig my fangs in your neck as I fuck you long and hard, your cries muffled by the darkness.”
I struggled to listen to his words, my focus split between them and the creep of his hands up my thighs, the brushing, slithering shadows sweeping up with them.
“Tell me all of this is mine. That you’ll hold nothing back from me, that you’ll let me in.” A thumb brushed my cunt, just a brief dipping caress, enough to promise me so much but give me so little. “Tell me I can have all of you.”
The damp finger slid up my crack, stopping to circle my flexing ring of muscle.
“You chose me, Kira, without really knowing what you were getting yourself into. I didn’t care. I just wanted you to want me, so that was enough. Not dying was a powerful incentive, of course, but two near misses starts to put things into perspective. I’m done playing games.”
His hand belied his words, the thumb pushing into me, my body screaming enthusiastically about how fucking much it loved that little bit of friction.
“I might not deserve you. A million men would be better consorts than me, but in this, I can’t help but be selfish. Be mine, Kira. Don’t run from me. Don’t put all these rules and bullshit between us. Come to me, sit on my lap, tell me about your day while I play with your hair, smelling that sweet scent. Sleep tangled up in me. Breathe me in when you dream. I’m a cunt, a savage. There’s nothing good in me, but I’m fucking yours. Give us the chance to work out how to live together in a way that doesn’t hurt anymore, because Dave’s fucking power, going into the darkness, that hurt a fuck load less than being apart from you.”
I stared up at him, barely able to feel a thing as his words hit me like body blows. He’d used the shadows to keep me pinned down for this reason. He wanted my undivided attention, and now he had it. I pulled free of the shadow’s grip. I was always able to because they obeyed my call as much as they did his. I felt the tension in my muscles as I went into a crouch, the desire to flee riding me hard.
This wasn’t a sensible decision. Billy didn’t make one concession to safety or security in his offer, yet here I was, leaning forward, black smoke trickling over my lips.
Oh yess… Lilith hissed as I drew closer. This one has exactly what you need.
And she was right. I had sweet lovers like Marlow, I had lovers who would lay their lives down for me like Mark and Aen. And Billy, I realised. I had lovers willing to take things slow, like Lucas, and lovers who would let me take the lead, like Jake, but Billy? Sometimes, a girl likes a little caging in, a little pushing and shoving, a little backing you up against the wall, wrapping your thighs around his waist as he freed his cock to drive it into you, and he was that guy.
I moved towards him, ready to wrap my arms around him and tell him yes, when he planted a hand on my chest and forced me back.
“No fucking way, princess. You ain’t hopping on this,” his hand went to his dick, giving it a healthy tug, “and riding to victory. I’ve been tortured by your fucking scent since the first time I came into your dreams. I’m burying my face in you, gorging on your hot little cunt, making it so if you turn and run again, I’ll have your taste to hunt you down with.”
I swallowed hard as I landed back on the bed, with him shifting to crouch between my legs before lying flat on the bed. A little whine escaped me as he looked down with a kind of reverence that stopped me cold. He glanced up at me, waiting to see if there were any last objections, but why would there be? Hands went under my thighs, dragging me close, forcing me to keep them spread wide, and then his tongue flicked out.
He gave me little cat licks first, brief brushes that just drew my attention to what he could do if he chose, but he hadn’t yet. And never in the same place either, never enough to push me higher, closer to where I wanted to be. His rumble of pleasure had me squirming relentlessly, trying to force my hips up, to make him take what he so obviously wanted.
“Not yet,” he grumbled, slapping a hand down on my thigh and forcing me back onto the bed. “I’ve waited for this for a long time. I’m not fucking rushing it.”