“Make love to me, Shadow,” she whispers. I want to make love to Dani; I don’t do it often enough. I can’t help it, though, because when Dani touches me, she releases an animalistic energy from me. I want to claim her ass with my handprint, leave my mark on her shoulder with my teeth, and make her legs tremble after I’m done with her. She kisses my lips and gently sucks the bottom one into her mouth. I growl in response and grab the hem of her shirt, pulling it upward slowly. She raises her arms as I pull it off, revealing her perky breasts. I smirk; she’s not wearing a bra. Being around this club has made her wild, I love it.
I lean down and engulf her breast in my mouth, she arches her back in response and entwines her fingers into my hair. Her sweet nipple erects against my tongue, making my dick pulse with excitement. I cup the small of her back and lower her body on the unmade bed as she slides her hands down her torso and undoes her shorts, pulling them off. I suck in a breath at the sight of her bandaged knees; again, I’ll murder whoever did this to her. I shrug out of my cut, pull my shirt over my head, and kick off my boots. I pull my loose jeans down with my black briefs, my cock so hard and angry it looks purple. I want nothing more than to take her roughly, but tonight I’m going to make love to Dani. I’m going to show her that depraved rush she brings out of me when she denies me, that corruption of unclarity when she acts like she doesn’t need me.
I climb over her small frame, my knees pressing deep into the mattress as my body claims her. I demand her lips, my tongue taking hers hostage with its intrusion. She wraps her arms around my neck and opens her legs, giving herself to me. I grab the base of my cock and guide it into her warm opening. Instantly, my body hums with recognition, knowing Dani’s body like a drug addict on a binge. I thrust into her slowly when all I want to do is slam into her and hear that whimper she gives when my cock takes all she has to offer. She arches her back as I slide in deep, her legs tightening around my waist. I suck in a tight breath as her pussy clams down on my cock. I begin to thrust slowly, savoring the feel of her skin against mine. I can feel her breasts rub against my chest as I slide in and out of her sensually. I look between our bodies and notice her perky tits, they look a little fuller. I smirk. Pregnant looks good on Dani.
My dick slides in and out, her arousal guiding my shaft with ease. I run my nose along her neck, giving her skin gentle pecks. She moans lightly as her walls clench around my cock, the tight squeeze amplifying my craving for release. Her breathing becomes ragged as she dives into that realm of ecstasy. My calves cramp as my balls tighten, the feeling almost too much as I lower my face into the crook of Dani’s neck while my fists grasp the sheets beside her. My body begins to vibrate with my own undoing as I roar loudly. I pull myself from Dani’s neck and look at her beautiful face; she’s my Hell and my Heaven. The good and the bad. I can barely handle her, and now I’m going to raise a child with her hellfire spirit. I kiss her lips passionately, silently accepting the challenge.
Dani
I wake up to my broken arm itching like crazy, I try to wedge my finger inside the cast as far as it will go but it’s no use. I groan in frustration and look around the room for something to shove down there. I spot an ink pen on the end table and nearly crush Shadow trying to get to it. He moans as I reposition myself in my spot and slam the pen down the side of my cast. I groan with satisfaction when it hits its mark.
Shadow rolls over and grins when he notices why I nearly suffocated him to death to get to whatever was on the nightstand.
“Better?” he asks gravely, his voice heavy with sleep.
“Yes,” I sigh, pulling the pen out.
I look over and catch Shadow eyeing my arm in its pink cast. He rolls over, pulls the drawer open on the nightstand, and pulls out a giant, black magic marker.
“What are you doing with that?” I ask nervously.
He grabs my casted arm and positions it just how he needs it, pulls the top off the marker with his teeth and presses it to the hot-pink cast.
As he doodles on my arm, I can’t help but interlock my fingers into his thick hair. Just the touch of it has me willing to roll around in the sheets with him. Then again, it could be hormones. Aren’t pregnant women supposed to be horny all the time?
He pulls back from my arm and applies the lid to the marker. I look down and survey the artwork on my cast as he puts the marker back in its place.
Shadow’s Property
Is written in thick black ink with an outline of a skeleton head under it. The pink of the cast fills the skull, making it a pink skeleton head.
I look up at him in shock. I thought he would draw his name or a stick figure, not brand me.
“You never wear your damn cut.” He points to my arm, wearing a cheshire grin. “That you can’t take off.”
He sits up on the bed and rubs the sleep from his eyes like a little kid.
“I’m going to get you and my baby some breakfast,” Shadow says.
“Yuck. The thought of food sounds gross,” I respond, sticking my tongue out.