Chapter Twenty-Eight #2
I reclaim his lips with desperate need, all swirling tongues and roaming hands.
The feel of his skin under my fingertips is incredible, impossibly soft even with his countless scars and yards of hard muscle.
I trace the lines of his back, memorising the dips and hollows as sinew ripples with every move he makes.
“I need you. Now.” I gasp, reaching for his slacks with eager fingers.
“And you’re absolutely certain of this?” He asks as I shove the fabric past his hips. He groans as my fingers wrap around the thick length of his cock, it’s hot and hard in my hand, precum beading at the tip.
I arch up and kiss him, stroking my hand along his length. “Yes, Kaden… I’m certain. So, either do it, or leave—”
My words cut off in a whispered yelp as he groans and drags my hips to the edge of the desk, gripping hard enough to bruise as he lines his cock up with my entrance.
“This isn’t going to last a minute and a half, understand?
It won’t be quick, and it won’t be gentle.
I will take my time, and you will be sore.
” He pauses briefly, eyes locked between my thighs with a look I can only describe as completely broken and feral.
“And just to be clear… I don’t share. If another man so much as looks at you wrong, I’ll take pleasure in watching my shadows dissect him, starting with his fucking eyeballs. ”
The pure possession in his tone should have me running away into the thicket of Celestria’s forests, should have alarm bells going off in my head. Instead, it only sends another shiver of arousal through me.
His jaw ticks, as if he’s still contemplating walking away, but then he leans in and grips my throat, adding just the right amount of pressure to my pulse points. “I really fucking hope you want this, Elysia, because you’re going to hate me when it’s over.”
I reach between us in answer, guiding the tip of his cock to my wet entrance, because I truly couldn’t give a shit in this moment. To hell with regret or the consequences or how I may feel about him after.
Right now, all I want is this, all I want is him.
I start attempting to slide down the thick length of him, but this position is truly shit.
He’s considerably taller than the desk; even if I were on top on my hands and knees, I doubt this position could work.
Even so, he leans into me as I try arching upwards, but it’s no use.
I can feel us both growing more impatient by the second.
“Fucking desk,” he swears, teeth gritted.
“You read my mind.”
He lifts me by the back of my thighs with ease, his muscles rippling with every movement. Our mouths meet in a ravenous kiss as my back hits the far wall, now solid without my dagger unlocking its illusion.
My head slams against it, but I barely blink, too consumed with the stroke of his tongue and the heat of his cock between my thighs. His mouth pulls away, and his hand comes up to stroke the side of my face, concern lacing his gaze.
“I’m fine,” I assure him, arching up and taking his lower lip between my teeth. He groans against my lips, then the tip of his cock pushes inside that first, tight inch of me. My hand flies up to brace against the wall as a gasp tears from my chest, the stretch burning hot as he presses into me.
A low growl vibrates through his chest as he seats the tip of his cock inside me, rocking his hips just slightly, allowing me a little time to adjust. “Fuck. You’re so tight.
” Those devastating mismatched irises land on mine, then he kisses me, and I tumble too easily into the feeling.
“Do you think you can take a little more for me, love?”
I can only nod, breath catching as sensation floods me. Too consumed by the way he rocks into me and the heat of his gaze to find my voice.
“Such a good girl.” He teases my nipple with his tongue, releasing it with a pop, then presses further into me.
Inch by agonising inch, he begins to fill and stretch me, that tight coil of pleasure inside of me swelling as I reluctantly welcome him… but it’s still not enough, I still need more.
“I need all of you, Kaden. Please.”
Whatever is left of his control shatters as he takes me completely with one hard thrust. I moan against his lips at the sensation of being so painfully filled.
He’s so deep that I feel him everywhere.
My walls clench around him in response, and he groans so low it vibrates through my very soul. Then he’s moving, and my head swims.
His eyes stay locked on each thrust, cursing under his breath as he watches each slide in and out of me, gaze clouded with a hunger that makes my breath hitch and sends my blood humming.
“You feel so fucking good. I can’t tell you how badly I’ve wanted to fuck you, Elysia.” His eyes stay locked on my core as he slides out of me agonisingly slow, then glides back in again, “How many times I’ve imagined how beautiful you’d look with my cock inside you.”
Neytiri, save me. I’m going to regret this in the morning, but fuck if I haven’t wanted him just as desperately.
Regret is a problem for future Elysia, anyway.
He slams into me again and again, setting a brutal, steady pace.
His mouth slides down the expanse of my neck to tease that sensitive spot, one hand rising to squeeze my breast. I can’t even think around the maddening pleasure as my back pounds against the wall with every thrust. Every stroke is better than the last; it’s dangerous how good this feels.
“Fuck, I’m never going to get enough of you.” His voice is strained, head buried in my neck as I arch into him. “You’re so perfect.”
“Shut up and fuck me, Reinheart.”
His shadows wrap around my throat and press gently against my pulse points, their cold tendrils a welcome contrast to my burning skin. They tighten, my breath hitches, and his hands tighten around my thighs, spreading them wider as he drives into me to the hilt.
My hands shoot up as my spine arches, nails clawing at the wall while a scream rips from me, raw and piercing.
I’m completely light-headed, floating somewhere just past reality, stars pricking the edge of my vision as I’m forced to accommodate the full length of him. It hurts; it hurts so fucking good.
“Gods, Kaden.” I rasp, hands finding their way into the ink-black strands of his hair.
He grunts and leans in, taking my hardened nipple into his mouth as his shadows tighten around my throat and his hips begin to rock, stroking every inch of me till I’m nothing but a writhing, breathless mess.
“Good girl, you’re taking it so well.”
His gravelly voice sends a shiver up my spine, his praise easing the painful throb between my thighs as his cock spurs me to the edge of another orgasm, goosebumps raising across my skin as his mouth releases my nipple.
Magic crackles and sparks around us, and still he drives on, winding that knot inside me painfully tighter with every movement.
And the power… It’s too much. My fire burns through my veins, heating my blood with the need for release.
“Kaden… I need… I need.” My eyes search his, trying to find the words, holding on to him like he’s the only thing anchoring me to life.
“I know, love. I’ve got you.” He breathes through ragged pants before his lips meet mine. Shadows winding up my thighs before a tendril begins to work small circles against my clit, matching the rhythm of each thrust. “Let go for me. I want to feel your beautiful, tight pussy come around my cock.”
The overwhelming sensations and his velvety voice are my undoing.
Power unleashes around me as my climax rolls through my body. The windows crack, the walls vibrate, and books and jars fly off the shelves. More of his shadows whip out, protecting us from the fast-falling objects before glass jars shatter on the floor.
Then I smell smoke.
“Shit.” Kaden’s shadows fill the room, eclipsing what little light we had, the target behind us falling as they stamp out the flames.
That knot of pleasure builds again as he takes me to the floor, and finally, I have all of his weight as he drives into me. Shadows fall away, and the sight of him above me is ethereal. His mismatched gaze locked on mine in intense concentration is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
He captures my lips in a ravenous kiss as his hand reaches between us, using those talented fingers to tease my clit while he thrusts into me. Pleasure builds to an agonising pressure until I fall right off the edge of it.
The entire cottage rumbles, and the rune-lights spark and burn out as I come apart underneath him.
“Fuck, you’re taking it so well. You look so perfect stretched around my cock.” He thrust into me hard, making me tighten around him as my orgasm spirals. “So beautiful,” he whispers, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek.
The second I come down, his shadows slither around my wrists and thighs to hold me in place. Forcing me still as I take every beautifully piercing thrust, his name tumbling through my mind like a prayer.
“Kaden.”
“Gods, say my name like that again.” He thrusts hard, hitting that sweet spot deep inside of me, and I unravel.
My back bows, and I slip cleanly out of myself, awareness tearing loose as the bond floods too bright and too loud. My body keeps moving without me, spine arched, and breath shattered while I hover somewhere just past reality.
“Kaden.”
His muscles tense as his name leaves my lips.
“Fuck! Fuck, Elysia.” His eyes squeeze shut as he lets out a shuddering breath of relief, veins pulsing in his neck with each unsteady, slow thrust of his hips.
His power lashes out in streaks of shadow that shatter the windows and split the wooden shelves, cloaking us in darkness as he releases inside of me.
For a while, we stay like that. Both spent on the floor, the only sound our ragged breaths and the fire crackling in the main living quarters. Then he slowly withdraws to lie beside me, and I whimper at not only the ache between my thighs, but the sudden emptiness.
“Are you okay?” His hand lifts, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from my face.
I smile softly, covering his hand with mine. “Yeah. Just… a little achy.”
He shakes his head, a low chuckle slipping free… It's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. So unguarded that it does something to my chest, something tender and dangerous all at once.
“I did warn you.” That infuriating smirk curves his mouth before he leans in to press a gentle kiss to my forehead. Then he sits up, dragging a hand through his hair as his gaze sweeps over the wreckage around us. “Shit,” he mutters. “I hope you weren’t attached to this office.”
A small, breathy laugh slips free as I take in what’s left of my father’s study. “Did I set the target—”
“Yes,” he cuts in immediately, a deep chuckle rumbling through his chest.
My gaze drifts to the windows, now fractured with spiderweb cracks, glass trembling as though it might give up entirely at any moment. “And you…” I gesture weakly in their direction.
He winces, nodding. “Yeah… looks like I’ll be paying for new windows.” His eyes flick to the splintered shelves. “Maybe new bookshelves too.”
I smile softly, shaking my head. “Don’t worry about it. This was my first time in here in years. It’ll get fixed… eventually.”
A shiver works its way through me as the cold finally settles into my bones. He notices instantly, his brow furrowing before he moves.
In one smooth motion, he scoops me into his arms and carries me into the main living quarters, settling onto the couch and drawing me into his lap, tugging a blanket over us both.
The fire still crackles nearby, embers glowing low but warm enough to wrap me in a drowsy haze.
“That was…” I trail off, searching for the right word.
“Frighteningly perfect?” he offers.
“I was going to say intense.” I lean back against his chest, tilting my head to look up at him. “I’ve never lost control like that before.”
He blows out a steadying breath, placing a kiss on the crown of my head. “Me neither. Not ever.”
Comfortable silence settles between us, the bond humming low and steady as the fire pops softly in the hearth. My breathing slows, eyelids growing heavy as exhaustion finally claims me. At some point, his arms tighten just a fraction, anchoring me to him.
By the time the fire burns down to glowing coals, we’re both asleep, tangled together on the couch beneath the blanket, the world outside forgotten.