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I must doze off at some point because when I wake, I’m staring into Arthur’s gray eyes, the faded smears of green barely visible. My body seizes and I sip in a small breath as I stare up at his face. His black hair tickles my forehead and cheek.
His lips are so close to mine, the warmth of them just out of reach. His arms are a solid force of muscle around my head, the weight of his body begging to fall upon me.
“I’m only a man, little shadow. What are you doing to me?” he whispers and his sullen gaze consumes my soul with thousands of emotions I could never articulate.
I want him to hold me—to touch me and ravish me.
He brings up his hand and lets his thumb gently coast over my bottom lip, drawing it open. His eyes flick down to my mouth, yearning and lust burning between us.
“Why are you here?” he asks, a hint of distrust and curiosity in his voice. It’s unusual to catch Arthur off guard, so I relish in the sight of his bemused, handsome features.
Of its own volition, my hand reaches up and touches the smooth hollow of his cheek. His eyes are rimmed with red. He’s so weary. I wish I could give him some relief. A person as kind as him deserves it.
“Another lesson?” I say softly, watching him as his eyes dip to my throat. He glides the pad of his finger down the tender skin and grins.
“What knowledge are you seeking?”
I daringly let my hand trail across his flexed neck and down to the opening of his shirt, tugging the fabric open with implication.
He chuckles softly and looks back at me with hooded eyes. “This is a lesson you’ll have to see to the end. Are you sure you want to begin?” His eyes are feverish and dark. I want him to show me what he’s hiding inside. I want to see all the darkest thoughts in this man’s head.
I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and pull him down, his lips softly pressing down on mine. The groan that rolls out of his throat is filled with turmoil.
We’re two Shadows burning out in a world filled with so much suffering. Arthur feels all of it, carries the weight for most of us who’ve already let go. I want to carry some of his burden.
He scoops me up and sets me in the center of his bed, keeping one hand at the back of my neck in a tight vice grip. My chin falls limply as he lets his teeth skate across my throat, sucking in my flesh and releasing it over and over again as he kneads my breast greedily.
He looks up at me and slowly draws my lower lip into his mouth, biting down on the plump part of it before sucking hard. I moan at the slight pain and he responds by shoving his hand beneath my pants, swirling my clit a few times before pushing two fingers inside of me.
My back arches at how much he fills me. Arthur devours the moans as he elicits them. He kisses me hard, our tongues hungrily sweeping and exploring one another. He pumps his fingers into me and angles them up, rubbing me relentlessly until my eyes are rolling to the back of my head and I’m on the verge of losing control.
Arthur breaks our kiss and leans back, pulling his black shirt off and tossing it on the floor. He shrugs his pants off and frees his dick. The length of it makes my throat dry and as he lines up his hips with mine, I’m certain there’s no way it will fit.
It’s always the quiet ones that are hung.
I fist the sheets as he slides this tip up and down my slit.
“You’re soaking wet,” Arthur teases and gives me a heated smile.
I look from his enormous dick to him. “I thought you said you were just a man?” He lets his head fall forward a bit before chuckling and slowly sliding the tip of his dick inside me.
Pleasure and pain race up through my core at the intrusion and I inhale sharply to keep from screaming. He throws his head back as he slowly thrusts just the tip of his dick inside me, easing his way in so as not to hurt me. My hands find his over my waist and our eyes connect briefly before he grits his teeth and grabs my flesh, pulling me in hard enough to bruise as he penetrates me.
This time there’s no holding back the scream.
Arthur’s hand flies down and covers my mouth, stilling with his pelvis pressed firmly against mine. We freeze, looking at one another with wide eyes. I’ve never seen him so flustered and the boyish look of worry that tugs at his eyes makes me laugh. He only looks surprised for another second before he cracks a smirk and chuckles with me.
Our laughter is short-lived as he starts to pump his hips into me again, slowly moving his hand before shoving a finger inside my mouth. I moan as I suck on him, eyes lolling as I try to focus on his lovely face.
His brows are pulled tightly together with pleasure, but he also looks so fucking anguished. I think I’m imagining it until tears start to brim in his eyes. I press my hand to his chest, but he drops himself onto me and hides his face in the sheets.
I tilt my chin up as he pumps into me slowly, letting out a quiet moan.
Why does fucking me make him sad? I thread my fingers through his black hair. It’s so soft and smells entirely of him, torn pages and midnight candle wicks.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper, pressing my mouth to the side of his head.
He leans up to his forearms and looks down at me. There’s a wealth of sorrow in his gaze but the tears have dried. Arthur doesn’t try responding, no, he lowers his mouth to mine. His kiss is so placid and soft. Like a lover would kiss another’s shoulder, it’s tender and light, filled with so much more than just the physical sentiment.
