Chapter 51
My night is restless, twisting and tossing. Stoked by the compulsive need to ensure S?las is okay. I wake frequently, despite his breath remaining steady, features lulled with a sleepy softness.
Since the tumbling boulders of worry bludgeoning my chest refuse to relent, I decide to hop out of bed and start the day.
Unlike my handsome shadow prick, I don’t have the ability to magically conjure things out of the shadows.
At least, not to my knowledge. Rather than wasting time on endeavoring to do so and making a fool of myself, I quickly dress and head to the dining hall.
I can’t bring back as lavish a breakfast as he could conjure, but I manage enough food for the three of us and two mugs of kahvi.
As I open the door to the Starlight Sanctuary, Pip knocks the dishes out of my hands, lunging for the food. I hiss, hot kahvi scalding my arm. With a crash, breakfast splatters all over me, the plate and mugs shattering at my feet.
Hmm, maybe sitting here trying to magic food into existence would have actually left me looking less foolish after all.
My fingers tack together in sticky maple syrup in my futile attempts to pry pancakes and bacon topped in kahvi from my clothes.
Berries tumble off me, only to be caught in Pip’s happily awaiting mouth.
From the direction of the bed, a deep laugh sunders the early morning air, bubbling one from my own chest as I take in the ridiculous sight of myself.
The sound of S?las’ raspy chuckle curls around my frayed nerves, instantly dissolving the tension pinching my spine.
“This was not the sticky mess I planned to make of you. But if you insist on me eating breakfast off your body, how can I refuse?” S?las croons.
His eyes drift over me, curling his fingers lazily about his chin as a devilish smile twists his lips.
“Although I must say, it would be far more delectable if you were… undressed.”
I roll my eyes, shaking my head as I march my way to the bathroom. Each step flicking morsels for Pip to scrounge as I go.
My eyes are scrunched tight as I wash the last of the sticky syrup from my hair. I sway into the sensation of thick fingers strumming along my hips.
I turn to find S?las in the shower with me. Naked. Misty shadows extenuating every valley and ridge of his corded muscles. Dripping. Glistening. I swallow a muffled whimper, breath stripped to uneven pants, the shower no longer the only thing heating my flesh or leaving me soaking wet.
He pins me between his arms against the wall, steam swirling between us.
“I. Want. You,” he growls, and fuck, do I want him, too. I glance down, stifling a moan as I take in the thick length of him, throbbing hard and ready for me. My core clenches, aching to feel him inside of me. Filling me. Stretching me.
His lips crash onto mine. Hungry. Greedy. Kissing me as if I am the air he breathes and he has been starved for oxygen.
“We are going to lose control,” I gasp, using all my strength to nudge his chest back.
“I need to hear my name moaning from your raw lips.” His breath fans across my neck in a growl. Each of his next words are punctuated with a ravaging kiss.
“Trust. Me.”
I do trust him, in a way I’ve never trusted anyone else in my life.
Completely.
With the sense of my thoughts, S?las’ hands drift from the wall to my dripping body. His fingers explore, mapping the feminine curve of my hips, the hard lines of my muscles. Delicate ribbons of shadows trace every golden marking, calling upon their light.
Vexing fingers skim down the soft outlines of my abdomen, dipping lower and lower until they’re teasing around my clit, enticing rich shivers through every fiber of me.
“You have no idea the scent you are giving off right now. It’s driving me fucking mad. Ever since you first laid heated eyes on me, I could smell your sweet nectar. Your heated blood, spilling from your skin, making you sopping wet without me even touching you.”
He drags his nose right over my pulse point, releasing a feral rumble. “That wicked scent gets stronger the more you let me in, making me impossibly hard. Every. Fucking. Time. Consuming me in reckless thoughts of claiming all of you…”
Air escapes his lungs in a slow, stuttering exhale, his every muscle trembling with restraint. Shadows waft from the golden star along his corded neck, cascading down my body.
“My shadows are aching to devour you.” His rasping purr vibrates against the corner of my mouth, my lips instinctively parting. He quickly takes advantage, torturing my bottom lip between his teeth. That mouth of his is divine, the perfect balance of pleasure mixed with nips of pain.
His shadows swirl down to my breasts. Caressing. Stroking. The thinnest ringlets tantalizing my nipples with a pinch.
A pleasure-filled whimper curls at the back of my throat as warm, velvety ribbons lick their way along my wet inner thighs.
Pressing into my skin as they lazily thumb their way upwards.
Molten heat rushes through my blood, gushing through my every heartbeat, swirling at my core as my lower belly tightens with need.
Wicked shadows purr along my entrance, lapping at the wetness that pools for him.
He groans at the sensation, grasping my hips tighter, teetering on the cliff of control. His eyes darken as shadows dip beneath the lips between my legs, coiling around my clit as it throbs with an intensity that threatens to unravel me.
He captures my moan in his mouth, groaning into my mine, “Fuck, you are so sensitive. Already twitching beneath me with just the slightest touch.”
The shadows continue their onslaught of torture, winding me up tighter and pulling away just as I’m about to come undone. My hips rock back and forward, chasing the fall from the excruciating edge he keeps me on.
“Your sweet little cunt is so needy for my shadows,” he purrs as he laps at my neck, his darkness dipping into me, ever so slightly.
The ache between my legs drives to unbearable greed as I whimper softly. Feeling my own control slipping between my fingers, I drag his body into mine.
The sensation of his slick, chiseled core against mine is overwhelming. The carved plateaus of his chest rising and sinking, grinding against mine. The thick, corded muscles of his arms flex around me.
His shadows claw beneath my skin, begging to be even closer to him. To complete the bond.
I moan with pleasure as he pulls my hips to his, moving in just the right way. He rocks me back, spine bowing on an incline perch of his shadows as he drags his thick cock up along my throbbing clit.
The sensation is beyond words as he continues his blissful torture. My head spins as my eyes tumble back, lost in the haze of lust.
He drags out each stroke of his hard length, leaving my body starved and drowning in pleasure at the same time. Trembling with conflict.
My flesh buzzes beneath the tantalizing pressure of his rhythm. Occasionally, his crown slips against my entrance, only to continue to glide upwards without entering me, sinking me in devastating hunger.
I try to remember how to breathe as I drown in everything he makes me feel for him. Beyond the lust, the happiness and light, too. The way he makes me whole, my soul radiating with his.
His cock twitches along my clit, and I want more. My hips wriggle, desperately attempting to change the position of my body so that crown of his will slip right inside me.
“Not until you promise me,” he roars, placing one hand on my neck in a possessive hold while his shadows twine around me, locking my hips in place so I can’t lose control.
My Chaos Magic prickles beneath his bindings, nipping for release. My lips part, nostrils flaring, gulping in air in short pants. Amber, spruce, and something darker saturating my lungs.
The scent minces my thoughts, cinching the promise from my lips.
In response, his shadows become thicker and more violent in their movements.
They knead across my sensitive breasts, nipping my nipples.
Towing the edge closer to pain without leaving pleasure.
The shift only stirs my own darkness. I unshackle her, releasing my chaos to gorge, talons sinking in along his back.
The euphoria of our magic combining sends us both spiraling.
S?las growls in pleasure along my neck as he takes another painfully delicious and slow thrust along my swollen clit.
His shadows plunge inside me, stretching me, filling me. My body writhes against his bindings as I sink into the abyss of him.
He is all-consuming.
Lashes fluttering shut as a dark moan purrs from my lips, “S?las.”
“Fuck,” he rasps, sinking his teeth into my lower lip.
I whimper, eyes drifting down to see his plump crown glistening in precum, tightening the wound-up pleasure within my core to the point of pain.
“Look at me,” he grinds out, waiting for my gaze to meet his. “I want to see the starlight in your eyes as I let you fall off the edge into bliss with me.” His voice is so feral, I can’t disobey, even if I wanted to.
He collides my body against his with violent hunger. His thrusts becoming quick and wild. A commanding moan rumbles from his lips.
“Come with me.”
His demand unravels the endless tightening pleasure at my core, coming as I scream his name in ecstasy.
Over and over again. Convulsions of pleasure ripple through my body.
All the orgasms he kept me on the edge of now shattering through my veins with a vengeance of euphoria that melts the planes of reality.
His cock throbs before he covers our stomachs in his own release, washing away beneath the rain of the shower as he pulls me up into his chest.
The waves of dopamine leave my body shaky and sluggish as he turns off the water.
He lifts me up in his arms. I wrap mine around his neck, my head falling into the dip of his shoulder.
His shadows swirl around us, wicking the water off before placing me in bed. He gets down on his knees. Kissing my hand as the shadows ebb from his eyes, leaving the icy blue of moonlight in their wake. When he’s at peace, the flecks of crimson vanish from his eyes, along with the shadows.
He rests his head against my hip, peering up at me as if I’m the only thing in this universe that matters. In that moment, all my fears and worries melt away as bliss lures me into sleep. My heart, body, and soul fuller than I’ve ever known as a last wakeful thought consumes my mind.
My mate.