CHAPTER 27
Killian
My fingers drum silent beats on the black expanse of my bedsheets as I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, waiting for Aimee to arrive.
It took a full day to install the hooks she requested yesterday morning, and to locate the best aerial wraps in all of Imiryion.
The flowy golden wraps shine bright, catching the warm glow from the fire burning in the hearth.
They remind me of her fiery eyes, the way they sparkle with such furious intensity when I’m deep inside her, like bottomless pools of molten lava, deadly traps created by Akaori herself to doom me.
When we are connected at the most profound level, and she’s unraveling beneath me, I feel as if I am a God myself, a being untouched by time’s cruel passing, or the fickle whims of fate.
It kills me inside, every time a little bit more, when she retreats to her room at the end of the night. I crave to sleep with her in my arms, to wake up to her blissful presence. To know that she is unmistakably mine, not just in the fleeting throes of passion, but for all Akaoridamn eternity.
I’ve allowed this ruse so far, but it’s becoming impossible, when all I want and need is to confess the depths of my undying love for her. I’ve had to restrain myself from saying it for days now. Just like yesterday morning when we were walking after her training.
I can’t wait to utter the words, to hear her give me the same vows in return. To sink my fangs into her perfect flesh and suck mouthfuls of the lifeblood that courses through her veins. It will be my total undoing; I already know it. The nectar of the Gods has nothing on my little umbra’s essence.
I’ve completely embraced this insanity of feelings I can’t quite explain.
I don’t care if from the outside it might seem too fast to feel this way, too sudden.
On a spiritual level, my soul recognizes hers as if they’ve known each other for eons.
If I didn’t know any better, or if I’d believe in such balderdash, I would say we’d been together in another life.
But could that even be possible? My soul certainly reacts as if it’s true.
Maybe we loved each other before, who knows? It wouldn’t be the first time that I’m proven wrong in this existence. Far from it.
The door opens, and I suck in a harsh breath as Aimee saunters inside my chamber, wearing a black velvet robe that’s flowing down to her ankles like a midnight dream.
“Umbra.”
The word comes out as a heated whisper as my shadows crawl on the floor towards her, kissing the tips of her pointed black high heels.
Her seductive smile makes my cold blood sizzle before she turns her gaze towards the aerial wraps dangling from the ceiling.
She approaches them, her fingers caressing the silken strands of fabric.
“They’re perfect, Killian,” she says in a soft, content voice before letting the robe pool down at her feet.
My cock hardens at the sight of her perfectly round ass, covered only in the tiniest scraps of crimson cloth.
Aimee turns around ever so slowly, letting me appraise her ruby-covered bra and glittery thong.
She hums a low, hauntingly beautiful melody before she grips the wraps with both hands and starts climbing them with such sultry grace that I feel all my blood rush to my groin.
I watch in awe as she hooks her powerful legs around the fabric in perfect, deliberate spirals that seem to embrace her body like tangible sunrays. She locks herself in a suspended pose, her body coiled, ready to leap like a spring that’s about to defy gravity.
My little umbra enraptures me in inexplicable ways as she gives me a lust-filled stare, pouting her provocative lips and blowing me a kiss before she releases.
Her body unravels like a blur, spinning to the ground breathtakingly fast, yet controlled to perfection.
I hold my breath as I watch her maddening figure dance midair like an Akaoridamn Goddess made entirely out of flames and fervor.
She catches the wraps again, the material taut on her glistening limbs, halting her drop with a bounce so sharp that it has my blood roaring in my veins.
My shadows extend towards her in two smoky tendrils, caught somewhere between corporeal and immaterial.
They snake around her limbs languidly, and she throws me a quizzical look.
“They want you to dance against them, little umbra,” I say in a trembling voice.
“Use them.”
I feel my control slipping away irremediably, my fangs burning in my mouth with the need to claim her once and for all.
“Use us.”
Her eyes turn wickedly sinful as she releases the golden wraps and remains suspended in the air only by the power of my shadowy tendrils.
She hovers for a second longer before inverting her entire body in the air.
Her chocolate locks cascade towards the floor like waves of the most exquisite silk, and she holds my stare as she reaches her back and unclasps her bra, letting it fall down.
Her breasts shimmer in the firelight, and my mouth waters in anticipation, for the moment that I’ll wrap my lips around her tight, inviting nipples.
Every move that comes after is stunning, a dance of seduction and decadent promise, as if she didn’t already have me wrapped around her delicate fingers. She spins, climbing back up only to release again and again, twisting and twirling like a ribbon in the breeze.
At last, she swings back and forth, releasing the shadow wraps and landing with expert precision in my lap.
The moment I feel her skin against me, my last restraint snaps violently, and I rip her thongs with a vicious snarl, just as she claws at my shirt and trousers.
We’re naked, grinding against each other in mere seconds, my mouth crashing against her own, claiming what is already mine.
The kiss is a fury of desire between us, my tongue tangling with hers, my fangs drawing the slightest drop of blood from her bottom lip.
The taste is infuriating, as sublime and sinful as pure sex, and I impale her in one swift jerk of my hips, sheathing myself completely in her sweet, wet cunt.
My shadows slither against her arms, locking them in place behind her back.
I pour all my commanding will into my crimson tendrils, forbidding my shadow self from emerging.
The motherfucker owes me a night just by myself with our addictive little umbra.
“Oh, Gods, Killian.”
She moans as I bounce her up and down on my cock, her tits jouncing with each powerful thrust.
“I’m already so close.”
I retreat, pulling her off me and throwing her on the bed on her stomach, ass up in the air, in sinful invitation.
“Not yet, little menace. I plan on taking my sweet time with you.”
A loud growl rumbles through my chest before I plunge back into her and curl her hair against my fist. My shadows keep her arms restrained, and she has no way to grip herself against the sheets.
Her cheek is pressed on the bed, and I yank her hair backwards, arching her back with each jerk of my hips.
The angle is so deep, so violent, that I can’t even tell where she ends and I begin.
“Please, Killian. Let me come.”
Little whimpers escape her delicious lips. She bucks her ass against my cock, but I slow down my movements, denying her the climax.
Every time she tries to impale herself on me, I move backwards, taunting her, teasing her with my cock, just as she constantly teases me with her very own existence.
“Beg for my cock, umbra,” I snarl. “Tell me I am the only one for you. The only creature to quench your body’s fire so thoroughly. The only being to worship your mind, to capture your soul.”
I push myself to the hilt inside her, reveling in the way her inner walls have me in a vicious grip.
“Dear Gods, Killian. You are the only one. The only one that’s ever been, ever will be.”
She is full-on sobbing right now.
“I am your God,” I grit through clenched teeth as I pull away painfully slowly.
“Yes, Gods, yes! My God, my savior, my perfectly cursed lover. My everything!”
I push again faster, picking up the pace. She is seconds away from her orgasm.
“There will be no other, Aimee. You are fucking mine, in this existence, and the next. Say it!”
Her moans are falling from her lips one after another, like the most intoxicating rhapsody ever created.
“I’m yours!” she wails, chasing her denied release. “How could there ever be anyone else? You’re my endgame,” she cries in sexual frustration.
“My good little umbra.”
I start fucking her harder, faster, reaching that deep spot within her that has her seeing stars in no time. She unravels, completely lost in her own rapture, as I pull out and flip her on her backside before entering her again.
Aimee
I gasp at the fullness of him, my skin still tingling from my devastating release.
He is all that I see, all that I breathe and feel, as he pounds inside me in a steady rhythm, turning my insides into fucking liquid.
I grip his shoulders as the shadows release me, my nails leaving half-moons in his muscled back.
He’s peppering kisses to my chest and breasts, licking each nipple slowly, before his darkened gaze hones in on the fluttering pulse at my neck.
“I’m going to bite you, umbra. I’m going to drink from the sweet poison that you are to me, and let it coat my insides in its inebriating, venomous hold.” He is scorching me with his words, just as much as he is destroying me with his cock.
I nod vigorously, and he pounces, like a predator finally allowing himself to go all in for the kill.
I feel the sting of his fangs before they puncture and sink deep into my pulse point.
The blinding pain vanishes before my brain can even fully register it, and only absolute euphoria is left behind.
Liquid ecstasy is running through my system, and I feel lightheaded and impossibly turned on, all at the same time.