Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 156210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
I’m not sure if he’s got undressed, or if the shadows clinging to him gave him a second skin, but he’s definitely not wearing anything. Only the golden sun tattoo in the middle of his chest stands out. When he moves, his obsidian limbs leave behind wisps of smoke that don't smell of anything. But if this is his most natural form in the shadowild, I’m not afraid. There’s nowhere safer than in Kyran’s arms, and the way he kisses me is just as filled with need as always.
I run my hands up his massive arms, and all the way to the monstrous shoulders. I don’t know what’s wrong with me that I find this hot, but I do.
His clawed hands are the size of my head, and he pulls my shirt and jacket off with ease, leaving me exposed to his greedy lips and hands. The shadows are like flames in constant movement, but his face remains an island of pale flesh. He even has a pink flush on those perfect cheekbones and lips. When his tongue slides down my torso, leaving a wet trail, our mutual desire makes me rock until my groin rubs Kyran’s chin, provoking him into dragging my pants off too.
I face this unfamiliar creature naked and vulnerable, and I want it to take me however it wishes. Kyran doesn’t make me wait either and slides his clawed hands down my thighs as I arch up to kiss him with my heart rattling like mad. I’m not afraid, not really, but I’m still getting to grips with what he is when the shadows embrace him. This is what I want though. Kyran in his most natural and most raw state. No secrets, no inhibitions, nothing between us.
As soon as I try to pull myself up, he playfully pushes my wrists down to the soft bed, pressing his weight on top of me, and—oh, I feel the size of him against my belly.
Unlike the velvet of his arms, his cock is slick like lubricated latex, hot, pulsing, and already leaving wetness on my skin.
We both gasp as he thrusts against me, massaging my stomach with the shaft, but despite the hiss coming from his mouth next, he doesn’t unleash all his power on me yet. Instead, he pulls me close, digging fingers into my flesh and teeth into the crook of my neck. He has my wrists pinned, but I don’t resist, open to whatever my beautiful monster might need.
“Luke,” he mutters in that strange, gravelly voice.
The shadows throb around us as I arch against him, but when gravity shifts, the room seems to roll around us. I find myself straddling his hips, with his hard dick between my thighs, and my wrists still captured in his massive paws.
“What is it, darling?” I say with a smirk, loving how his gaze glides over my exposed body.
Am I horny out of my mind? Yes. But am I feeling mushy inside over how much I crave to connect with my Prince of Darkness? Also yes.
Circles spread over his smooth black eyes, like water around a pebble thrown into a lake, and he squeezes my waist, holding me in place as he thrusts up, spreading the slick shadows between my legs, over my taint, cock, balls, my buttocks...
“I want you to sink onto me. I want to be the darkness inside you,” he says in a voice that’s dull yet somehow sexy, and it awakens a new yearning.
My face is on fire, but I want it. I want him inside me, and I want him watching me with those adoring eyes. They’re black as tar, but I still recognize Kyran’s desire in their burn. His cock slides between my buttocks and I rub against him needily, but he’s holding my wrists, preventing me from taking this any farther.
His cock throbs like he can’t wait to leave me spent and sticky.
When Kyran’s hands move down my arms, tickle my pits, then caress my sides, I think I’m free to grab his cock, but as soon as I try to move, I realize he’s now holding them in place with shadow.
He chuckles at my whine, but then those giant monster hands reach my ass. One pulls on my flesh, the other presses his cockhead to my opening. I guess we won’t need lube, because the slippery fluid he’s been leaking is more than enough.
“I… I need it,” I mumble, biting my lip and pressing my hips down so he’s inside me already. I want to feel that heat, that connection, and when he breaches me, I let out a soft moan. It hurts at first, but Kyran’s hands tighten on my hips, as if he wants to protect me from my own lust. His soothing whisper sounds almost like a hum, but when I manage to relax, there’s no better feeling than his cock sinking into me inch after wonderful inch.