The Guru: Shadow (Dark Triad #1)

29. Deis

29

DEIS

PLAYLIST: STRANGELOVE - BLACK MATH

T he moment her lips enclosed his thumb, the arousal in him grew to a level of something he hadn’t felt ever before. She should be shattered and weak, she should have all her holes stuffed unable to take more, adding onto everything she went through this evening, and there she was, wanting more. Demanding more. And hell, he would provide. She truly was a queen.

Her mascara. So beautifully smeared into a black mess under her eyes.

When she finally let go of his thumb, he saw a little blood run from where he just bit her, he had to taste it again. So, he leaned down and licked over it. The metallic taste on his lips fueled the flames of lust in him. A grand finale.

Well, almost.

But he had her, and his master plan was playing out just fine, there was only one more thing to do, and that was destroying Richard entirely.

When he straightened up, she flung her arms around him, still that everlasting, all-destroying fire in her eyes.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, so feral his mind went blank within the second .

Everything you wish, love.

All the women before wanted him to dominate them, probably to solve some unresolved need in them. They wanted him to even rule them – every last bit of their doings. But they were peasants compared to the queen he had found. Because a real queen took what she wanted. A real queen owned her king. A real queen knew that she held all the power by letting herself fall into him. And she did exactly that. She trusted him and she saw herself as equal. She truly was.

Her nails dug into the skin on his back and neck; she was marking him as hers, and it produced a beautiful pain of being hooked on him.

It was an invitation. An invitation for him to take her. He lifted her up so she could lock her legs around him. And with a quick glance from her injured leg up to her face, he checked for any signs of pain or discomfort, but there was nothing.

Shouldn’t she feel something?

But maybe she was on a complete high of adrenaline and whatever else. Just the same when he went for a hunt, pain became less dominant, and even when wounded he would not feel it. The pain would come later.

Slowly, he let her down a bit and pressed her against the wall, so he had a hand free to guide his cock into her. To his delight, it was her who let herself down on it, and when he had his hands back around her to lift her off the wall, she started to roll her hips in a perfect symbiosis to his movement, up to the point where he could have just let go of her and she fucked herself on his cock. She then bent back into the firm grip of his arms around her and moaned while his cock filled her deep. Watching her just getting what she wanted, watching her becoming all carnal, it let him moan too, fired from a deep, longing arousal in him. Never before had he allowed a woman to take control over him. She however held all the control over him.

“My queen,” he said so silently, more to himself than her. But her head shot up immediately and as she leaned herself onto him a bit, sh e whispered in his ear, “Take me, my king, I’m yours.” And with it, she bit into his neck, her teeth sinking into the sensible skin on his neck with the prowess of the wildcat she was, letting a shudder of lust pulsate through his veins.

His mind, blank. The moment her words reached him, there wasn’t anything left to think about, only feral instinct taking over as he thrust into her fast and deep and hard until her moans became cries of pain. His whole body and soul were possessed by her. Drunken from her intoxication. High from her mere existence.

“I’m yours”.

I got her.

She is mine.

Mine.

All those years of plotting and waiting finally paid off. Triumph washed over him. A consuming wave rushing through his body with an euphoric tingling replacing all the heaviness with blissful joy. Joy he could only feel in the very moment of triumph. Joy, that demanded an exuberant release.

“Come for me again,” he told Emma as her burning hot core pulsated around his cock.

And she of course did. Oh, how she did. Her whole body bent back while one, last loud cry left her, tears running down her face, and it took him two more thrusts to explode in her. His body released all the sensations and emotions with a magnificent explosion of relief. For a moment, there was no winning, no calculating, no strategies. Just him and her. United in lust and pure existence.

With her, he did not need to win.

With her, he did not need to prove.

With her, he could just be in his darkness.

When she leaned forward again, he let her slide down, checking to see if she was steady enough. Only she had other plans. He could not believe his eyes when he saw her sink to her knees, open her mouth and lick his and her juices from his half-hard cock, while her eyes didn’t let go of his.

Like I said, perfection .

“Deis,” she said when she was done. “I …um…can’t get back up.”

And the moment she said it, they both started to laugh. It was weightless, something he had never felt before ever in his life. Everything was, to an extent, heavy. He always needed to hold on to his masks and strategies, always overlook the whole plan, rearrange actions, recalculate. There always was an ulterior motive, a goal to achieve. Not today. Not with her anymore. She was his, and there was nothing he had to calculate anymore.

He glanced down at her, she now smiled up at him so sweetly, it would be perfect to fuck her mouth now that she couldn’t get away. But they had to get back to Julie and the team eventually. Glancing at his watch, he saw they’d fucked for almost three hours.

So, he just lifted her up, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her. Her mouth still tasted like their juices, in other words, absolutely amazing.

“As much as I’d love to fuck you into oblivion all day, we should get back to the war room.”