Page 94 of Lured By Shadows

Slick warmth coated the seam, fabric clinging wetly to my folds as my pussy tightened around the absence of him. He groaned again as I rocked back, his hips meeting mine halfway, the hard outline of his cock pushing insistently against my entrance through the clothes between us like a promise of how easily he could bury himself inside me.

I was right on the edge, about to shatter and plead for him to just take me already, frustration boiling over into a raw urge to spill everything I couldn’t hold back anymore. But before we could take it any further, he pulled back and wrapped his arms around me instead. He held me close, his cock still jerking against me, but instead of continuing, he inhaled the scent of me while his arms tightened around me from behind. It felt more romantic than sexual.

“Thank you for indulging me,” he whispered finally in my ear, voice low and sincere, as if I’d given him something priceless instead of nearly letting him fuck me on the couch.

“When Anna returns,” he continued, not giving me a chance to reply, softer now, “she wants to see you about the wedding.”

Finally, he shifted me so we could face each other again.

I was still on his lap, but now I rested on one of his thighs while his eyes held mine. My gaze wandered without shame, sliding right to where his hand shifted against his pants. The heavy bulge of his cock stood out clearly against the dark material, the tip straining upward like it was fighting for relief.

Warmth settled low in my back as I wet my lips instinctively, picturing myself dropping between his legs and wrapping my mouth around him until he couldn’t hold back the deep, broken sound I knew would come.

He groaned the moment my tongue touched my lip. It was a low, rough sound that vibrated straight through my bones. “Try not to rile me any more than you already have, my little lamb.”

“What?” I asked, tilting my head and blinking at him like I wasn’t doing it on purpose.

He exhaled sharply, his chest trembling once. “Actually, continue.”

I snorted, crossing my arms even as my nipples remained hard and visible through my shirt. “Pervert.”

“Call me what you will,” he murmured, eyes dragging over my body like his hands had moments before. “This carnal desire I have for you cannot be replaced.”

“Oh yeah?” I lifted a brow. “Then maybe jerk it outta your system.”

I made a lazy jerk-off gesture, fingers curling in the air as if stroking the thick shape of him.

He looked at me like I’d sprouted horns. “Do you truly think a bit of masturbation would change how I feel about you?”

I shrugged, ignoring the pulse between my legs. “Hey, clarity is a thing. Guys swear by it.”

“You shock me every time you speak,” he muttered.

Then the wicked smirk curved his mouth. “Shall I give it a good tug for you, little lamb?”

His hand moved to the button of his pants.

“No!”

The word shot out, and I lunged forward to grab his wrist… except my aim was terrible, or fate was rude, because instead of catching his wrist, my hand landed directly on the thick outline of his cock. My fingers reflexively closed around it. The shape felt solid beneath the fabric, veins pressing against my palm as his breath hitched sharply.

“Mngh…” Culver’s jaw locked as his head tipped back slightly.

“I was merely teasing you,” he ground out through clenched teeth, but he didn’t pull away.

His hand covered mine, guiding it slowly along the length of him, applying pressure as he groaned, rolling his hips upward into my hand.

“Utterly—” The moment snapped without warning.

His free hand shot into my ponytail, gripping the base and yanking hard enough to sting my scalp. I gasped, the sound high and thin, halfway between a moan and a cry. His other hand wrapped around my throat, fingers pressing into the delicate skin with sudden, unyielding force.

The air thinned instantly.

My hands flew to his wrist, nails scraping helplessly as my lungs clawed for breath. His eyes were wild and feral, fixed on my pulse hammering beneath his fingers as if mesmerized. My thighs squeezed together. My pussy clenched in a frantic spasm as the world tunneled into the sensation of his control.

Fuck. I enjoyed being choked. Especially on Culver’s lap.

Finally, he released me, his eyes narrowing with a smirk playing on his lips. “You are lucky I can control my strength, my sweet lamb.”