Chapter 6 Shadow
SHADOW
“Flowers, scones, chai tea…” I go over the list in my head one more time as I glance at the spread on the table.
I’ve never been on a proper date, nor have I had a woman spend the night - let alone multiple nights.
Hell, I can’t remember the last time I was with someone else.
Everyone and everything before Mika is a dark, blurry, insignificant memory.
She’s my entire world now, but I feel like I’m fucking it up already.
I practically mauled her yesterday when I got home. Christ, I can still feel the curves of her soft, eager body, still hear her moans of pleasure, and still taste her sweetness on my tongue. I’ve been half fucking hard all day just thinking about all the other ways I can bring Mika to full ecstasy.
It wasn’t until I woke up this morning that I realized we skipped an important step: going on a date.
I spent all morning looking up fancy restaurants and researching the high-class entertainment in Denver.
A few hours into my research, I had a moment of clarity.
Instead of planning what society deems the “perfect date,” I wanted to come up with something just for us.
Over the last few days, I’ve collected quite a bit of information about my future wife.
She loves the simple beauty of daisies, so I picked as many as I could find in the field next to my property.
Mika mentioned that she missed the chai tea and scones she used to get from her favorite coffee shop, so I looked them up and was able to purchase all the supplies to make both right here at home.
I thought it was romantic at the time, but now it feels lackluster.
“Shadow? Are you in here? I just got done applying for… What is all of this?” Mika walks into the dining room, where I have everything set up. Her eyes widen in surprise, the twinkle in her amber irises letting me know I must have done something right.
“I, uh… I wanted to date you. I mean, take you on a date. But nothing felt… sincere. And then the flowers you like. Scones, too, right?” I close my eyes and clench my jaw in frustration. Why can’t I form a coherent thought around this woman?
“You did this for me?” she whispers in awe. I open my eyes to study her reaction. “Is that rose chai tea? Oh my God, these scones are still warm. Did you bake them yourself?!”
Mika walks around the table, delighting in every single thing. She makes me feel appreciated, seen, and safe, like we could do anything, tell each other anything, and we’d still be solid and comfortable with one another.
“I wanted to do something nice for you. I realized we went straight from zero to sixty in our relationship yesterday, and needed you to know I can love you in this way, too.”
It’s the second time I’ve dropped the L-word, and just like last time, Mika’s cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink. I hope she’s getting used to hearing it.
“Shadow… I don’t even know what to say. This is the nicest, most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you.”
Those golden eyes lock onto mine, shining with unshed tears.
“Don’t cry,” I murmur. “I thought you’d be happy.”
“I am,” she insists, taking my hand in hers. “I just can’t believe I’m not dreaming.”
Tugging her gently against my chest, I cup her face and tilt her head up so we’re eye to eye. “This is very real, Mika. What we have, what’s happening between us… I feel it, too.”
“Really?” Her voice is so small and heartbreaking.
“Really. Since the moment I saw you that night…” I sigh and brush a few strands of hair behind her ear. “I knew you were mine. Every moment since then has only proven me right.”
“I’m yours?”
“And I’m yours, beautiful. I don’t want to own you in the way those men at the auction did. You’re not mine to control or command. I want you as my partner, my equal, my everything.”
She gasps softly when she hears my declaration. “Show me,” Mika breathes out.
“Show you what, love?”
Mika bites her lips in the familiar nervous gesture, but then her gaze sharpens with clarity. “Show me how much you want me.”
Lust coils in my core, making a certain aching part of me harden in an instant. The tea and scones are long forgotten, and I couldn’t give two shits. There will be plenty of time for that later.
“How do you want me to show you, baby girl? With my fingers?” I brush the back of my knuckles over her cheek and across her jaw, then drop my hand down and wrap my fingers around her throat, in a light hold.
“Or maybe my tongue?” I ask, pulling her towards me by her neck so I can lick the seam of her lips. “Or are you ready for more?”
“More,” she replies instantly, the spark in her eyes lighting a fire deep inside me.
“I need you to be very clear, Mika. I will never pressure you into anything. I will never, ever, take what you don’t willingly give. You are your own person, and your voice matters. Your desires matter.”
Mika stares at me as she processes my words. I know she’s picking them apart and studying each one, comparing them to the life she’s known and the life I’ve shown her these last few days. She wants to believe me, but she has to see it for herself.
“So, tell me,” I murmur against her neck before placing a kiss there. “What do you want? How can I please you, baby girl?”
“Shadow,” she gasps softly. “I want… I want all of you. I want you to show me what it means to be yours.”
This time, I don’t hesitate. I know exactly what she’s asking for.
I lift Mika in my arms and carry her down the hall, setting her at the foot of the bed. She grabs the hem of her shirt and starts to lift it up, but I stop her movement. She looks up at me, half annoyed, half questioning, but I just pull her hands away and hold them at her sides.
“This is what I mean when I say I’m going to cherish you,” I say, kissing her temple and nuzzling into her neck. Her breath catches in her throat, and she tilts her head toward me.
I press my lips to hers, kissing her softly while slipping my hands barely underneath the hem of her shirt.
My fingers play with the waistband of her leggings, dipping inside and caressing her sensitive skin, and then pulling away.
Mika shudders, but I just keep kissing and teasing her, working her up, and letting her know she’s worth taking time on.
Slowly, I continue my exploration, inching her shirt up higher and higher while I kiss down her neck, lower and lower. Finally, I pull back just enough to slip the fabric over her head, revealing her perfect breasts. I kiss them, too.
My mouth never leaves her skin as I kneel in front of her, catching the elastic waistband of her leggings between my teeth. I pull it and release, letting it snap against her soft belly. Mika inhales sharply and rests her hands on my shoulders to help keep her balance.
I peel off her pants, kissing every new inch of smooth skin as it's exposed to me.
All that's left is a scrap of pink cotton covering her hot little pussy. I can see she's already dripping, and fuck if that doesn’t have the beast in me roaring to life. I want to fuck that cunt. I want to shred the offending garment and shove my dick so deep inside she’ll never want anyone else.
I watch the wet spot on her panties grow bigger, and I can’t stop myself from leaning forward and sucking her essence from the fabric.
“Shadow!” Mika whimpers, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
I grunt and grip her hips, stopping her from squirming. I know I need to pull back to get the last piece of fabric off her, but it feels physically impossible for me to be separated from her even that much.
With a growl, I lean back just enough to rip the panties off her body, then I push her backward, watching her fall onto the bed.
I have my face buried between her legs before her back even hits the mattress.
My tongue flicks across her clit once, twice, three times, and then Mika chokes out a scream as she comes on my tongue.
I don’t back down. I suck her sensitive bundle of nerves in between my lips and lap at her relentlessly, feeling her warm release drip down my chin. Her thighs snap around my head, but I pry them open, making her take what I give her.
I slide one finger inside her entrance, groaning at her greedy little pussy trying to suck me in deeper. She’s so fucking tight, I’ll need to stretch her out first. I add a second finger, massaging her silky walls while continuing to draw circles over her clit with the tip of my tongue.
Mika bows her back off the mattress and claws the back of my head, her pleasure almost too much to contain. Good. I don’t want her to contain it. I want it all.
The pads of my fingers rub against her G-spot, making her entire body twitch and spasm.
Over and over, I tap her sensitive spot while strumming her clit with my tongue.
Mika pants and whines and shivers beneath me, but I hold her in place as I wind her up, tighter and tighter, until her muscles tense, her back stretches, and her mouth opens in a silent scream.
I scrape my teeth across her swollen clit and watch her orgasm ruin her completely. She tries to twist away from me, but I lay my arm over her lower belly and drink down her sweet cum. Only when I feel her start to relax do I tear my mouth away from her.
I place a kiss on one thigh, and then the other, before trailing my lips up her body, licking away the sweat where it pools on her supple skin. When I finally reach her tits, I rub my fingers over her hard nipples, coating them with her own juices.
I pause briefly, just long enough to take in the sight before me. Mika’s lips are parted slightly, her eyes are closed, and her brow is furrowed as if she’s concentrating on feeling every single ounce of bliss before it leaves her. She won’t have to worry. I’ll always give her more.