The Scars That Define Us (The Devil's Dust #2)(65)

His words remind me how much more sex he’s had than me. The thought that he has blindfolded others before makes me jealous.

He pulls my shirt above my head, his hands gliding down my body as his fingers interlock with the hem of my jersey shorts. He slowly pulls them off, his nose trails behind them along my legs.

Shadow directs me backward until the backs of my legs hit the dresser. He grabs my hips and lifts me on top of it, its top cold against my rear, making goose bumps crawl across my arms.

He brings his lips to mine, giving me a taste of the chocolate he denied me, his tongue demanding and greedy. He breaks the embrace and starts trailing kisses down my neck, down my collar bone, over the mounds of my breasts. My body hums with desire from the affectionate touch Shadow offers, bringing me from my mourning to elation. He gives my nipple a hard nip, making my body come alive with pleasure. He continues kissing me down the valley of my breasts, across my belly, heading south. My stomach clenches with anticipation, wondering what his next move is.

He grabs the underside of my thighs and scoots me back, jostling my body towards the back mirror, then pulls upward, angling my lower half up. I try to wiggle my head to loosen the bandanna but it’s no use. I feel my legs thrown over his shoulders and before I can protest, his mouth crashes against my wet core, the feeling of cold jolting me.

“Oh, my God!” I squeal, as he chuckles against my opening.

He slides his warm fingers into me and begins to pump them in and out painfully slow.

“Never thought chocolate could taste any better,” he murmurs, his voice rumbling against my clit.

My hand slams down on his head as he laps at my clit, the intensity of the sensations overwhelming. His ice-cold tongue assaults my * and his heated fingers dive back and forth. My body is vibrating with release, as his wet tongue devours my juices, confused with the warmth inside and the blizzard on the outside. I begin to pant in short breaths as I start to round my hips in a circular motion, trying to grab that release Shadows tongue is causing. He stops for a second, making me wither, and my hand loses contact with his head as he dips from his place. Within seconds, he’s back, and my hands regain their place. I brace myself for the cold attack that is about to happen but it’s no use. As soon as his mouth crashes down on my heated opening, I cry out; it’s so cold it’s borderline painful. I moan loudly as my waves begin to crash hard. When I think I can’t take anymore, Shadow circles his thumb along my clit as his tongue darts in and out, making my orgasm peak. I arch upward and yell with my release, the warmth overpowering the arctic freeze on Shadow’s tongue.

I slam back against the dresser, my body heaving, out of breath.

Shadow unties the blackness, which consumes my vision. His hair is in a just-f*cked state and his mouth forms a devilish smirk. He slips his fingers into his mouth, sucking my wetness and chocolate from them.

“My turn,” he smirks. Shadow grabs me by the hips and flips me over so my ass is in the air and my chest is lying on top of the dresser.

He fists my hair and drives his length deep inside me, making me question when he took his clothes off.

He thrusts hard, his cock insatiable and thirsting for my taking. The pleasure begins to build again. Shadow grunts as he snakes his hand around and grabs a hold of my throat lightly, making me moan loudly. The dresser slams against the wall, making me wonder just how much more it can take. I look into the mirror and watch Shadow—his eyes are looking down at his length slamming in and out of me relentlessly, his mouth parted slightly with eyes hooded. He speeds his hips up as he begins to pulse inside of me. He growls and pulls out then flips me over and sprays his semen all over my stomach and chest. Little jolts of white beads smack against my skin, claiming my stomach. He takes his hand and rubs it around on my skin.

“Mine,” he declares as he rubs his hand in circles over me and the baby, laying claim to his property.

A knock comes at the door, making me hightail it to the bathroom. Shadow cups his junk quickly as the door flings open.

“Ahhh, f*ck, man!” Bobby hollers, shielding his eyes. I peek my head around the doorframe of the bathroom and see Bobby holding his hand in front of his eyes.

“What the hell do you want?” Shadow asks.

“We got a problem with Cherry,” Bobby responds, looking away from Shadow.

“I’ll be there in a second,” Shadow says. Bobby pulls the door shut, cursing under his breath.

“Do you think she’s okay?” I question, walking into the room.

“I don’t know. She refused to show up when she was asked to get her ass here,” Shadow explains, pulling on his jeans, no briefs. Shadow without underwear is something no woman could get used to.

“I’m coming,” I tell him, grabbing my shirt off the floor.

I find my clothes and slip them on quickly, not caring about sticky chocolate between my legs or the fact I have Shadow smeared all over my lower half.

We walk down the hall and see Vera and Molly patting Cherry on the back.

“Cherry?” I whisper, stepping up to the barstool she is sitting on.

She looks up at me and I notice mascara smeared across her face, her greyish-green eyes red from crying.

“Oh, Dani, it was horrible,” she sobs.

“What happened?” I ask as she slams her head into my chest.

“I was almost killed. A car chased me,” she exclaims hysterically. “I ran into a store and hid there until they left.” Her words are so loud I can barely understand her.