Chapter 34 Surrendering to Shadows #2
“Good girl, Nora,” he whispers, his fingertips gently trailing up my neck and then stopping at my cheeks to wipe away my tears.
“Now, lie back and let’s see if I can make your pussy weep for me, too.
” Keeping his eyes pinned on me, he brings a finger to his mouth, gliding his tongue across it and sucking the saltiness away, savoring the taste of the tears I cried for him.
This king, cruel and naked, stands before me—a smile capable of stopping hearts, eyes the shade of fresh blood, horns that would make a sane person scream, and wings so vast they should instill terror, yet I am unafraid.
Right now, my only fear is that he’ll refuse to touch me where I need him to most.
This man is going to ruin me, and I can’t wait for it.
I lay back on the bed, and beyond the veil of darkness, his shadows come alive and trace a path from my hardened nipples to my aching clit, finally granting me the touch I desperately crave.
They crawl up my arms and legs, every touch of them like it’s him touching me himself, like twenty or fifty or a hundred of his hands pleasuring me all at once.
The silky smoothness of them holding me and feeling me and so damn hungry for me to come is almost too much.
They continue rubbing and caressing and grinding against my center, growing needier and more impatient by the second.
I lift my head and our eyes meet. I surrender to his shadows, give in to him completely, losing myself in a pleasure filled oblivion as tears flow down my cheeks.
As the orgasm crashes into me, I cry out his name and he conceals his predatory, satisfied smile by tucking his bottom lip into his mouth.
He rakes his eyes over me from head to toe as my body trembles and my breath comes out ragged and uneven. “Hearing you scream my name is my favorite sound.”
I feel the bed shift as he kneels between my legs, using his fingertips to tease my breasts, pausing at my nipples and giving them a firm pinch that snaps me out of my blissful, orgasmic state.
I whimper and his dark laughter sends a tingle of heat through my body as he gently brings one nipple into his warm mouth, and then does the same to the other, easing the sting.
“Mmm…was that your attempt at begging for me?” He scrapes his teeth across each nipple harder than before, then again brings them into his mouth, lashing his tongue against them one by one to soothe them.
Letting out a moan full of both pleasure and pain, I keep my eyes on him. “Please. Don’t stop. I need more.”
This time he touches me himself, his shadows snaking up and encircling my wrists and ankles to bind me loosely to the bed.
His fingertips slowly trail across my skin, from my breasts down the center of my abdomen, and then he tortures my hips, drawing little circles and swirls lower and lower, but not quite low enough.
He knows where I need him to touch me. Then he glides his fingers across the wetness at my clit once and then twice, before plunging a thick finger deep inside of me immediately followed by another.
Waves of pleasure wash over me as he thrusts in and out.
I grip his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin, and his growl of pleasure nearly tips me over the edge.
His shadows grip and pull tighter, forcing my hands above my head and spreading my legs further apart. “No touching. Not yet,” he says firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Like this, I’m completely paralyzed. With each thrust of his fingers, his shadows press into me harder, caress my clit even faster, and he smiles, his eyes dancing and relishing in seeing me vulnerable and desperately begging for him.
Although he seems to love this, I think I love it even more.
Not being able to touch him is driving me crazy.
“Please, Ere. I can’t take anymore. I need your dick,” I beg, my voice cracking as I shift my eyes away.
Gazing too deeply into those dangerous red eyes might send me spiraling into another orgasm, and I need him inside me above all else right now.
I’ve never needed anything more than I need him in this moment.
“Keep your eyes on me, my love.” He grips my face, forcing my attention back to him while he rubs my clit with his shadowy touch, swirling gentle circles around it while thrusting his thick fingers in and out of me.
“I can’t.” My voice trembles, knowing that I truly can’t handle much more. “If I look at you,” I breathe, barely able to hold it together. “I’ll come.”
Although he has taken enough and I’ve given enough, my hunger for more still grows. I want all of it. All of him. I don’t care if this wrecks me or if no one ever understands why I feel the way I do about him. This is all I’ll ever need. He is undoubtedly all I’ll ever want.
As our eyes meet, a flicker of bright purple and blue flames illuminates the darkness, and it’s as if we can see into the depths of the other's soul for just a moment. My magic flares in my palms, and his shadows don’t run or hide.
They mingle and swirl together as one in a silent confirmation that everything will be okay if we stick together.
Then his shadows gently swallow the light, and it fades away.
“Come for me. I want to hear you cry out my name until you can no longer speak.” He leans down, pressing his tongue firmly against my clit, sucking and devouring it until I’m on the brink of sweet oblivion once again.
“Ere…” my moan is soft and barely audible.
He shakes his head. “Not good enough.”
“Ere… please…” I beg louder, desperately hopeful he’ll give me what I need.
“Try harder,” he breathes, slowing the thrust of his fingers as his tongue stills against my clit.
“Ere… please, please, please. I need to come!” I scream his name over and over, pleading with the darkness to either drag me away or let the demons end me if he refuses to give me what I need.
“Good. You are learning,” he growls, his voice laced with a mix of satisfaction and dominance as the thrust of his fingers become more demanding and eager, curling and hitting that spot on my inner wall that makes my legs quiver.
“You will scream my name until your lungs give out if I ask you to, and in return…” his tongue flicks across my swollen clit, lavishing it with two powerful licks that send me spiraling over the edge.
I scream his name as I come undone around his fingers, my vision exploding into a cosmic burst of stars.
“Thank you. Thank you, thank you…” My whispered words rush out of me like a chant or a prayer or some magical godsdamn incantation, so faint and breathless that I’m not sure he can even hear me.
“You are so sexy,” he murmurs, his voice husky and wild.
“You have no idea how incredibly sexy you are.” He kneels between my legs, using his palms to spread me open wider.
His smoldering gaze makes my heart race.
“So sexy, in fact, that I am dying to fuck you so hard you forget about the good girl you once were. That you remember who you are truly meant for,” he says, before thrusting into me so hard that my eyes roll back.
I can’t form coherent words or thoughts any longer.
All I can manage are quiet, pleasure filled whimpers and tears that fall freely against my will, tears from a pleasure so great that I can’t even begin to comprehend it.
My tears spill relentlessly for this dark king, the man I’d willingly give my soul to, consequences be damned.
My heart burns with an undeniable passion, my soul is ascending into pure happiness for the first time, and my body… it now belongs entirely to him.
There is no one who can do to me what Ere does.
As his shadows drift down my body and disappear within him, I waste no time pulling his mouth to mine now that they’ve set me free.
I kiss him with the intensity of a wildfire that can’t be contained, my hunger so fierce that I can taste the metallic tang of blood on my tongue as I bite his lip, greedily sucking it into my mouth, desperate to consume every part of him.
With every thrust, he pushes deeper inside of me causing waves of pain and pleasure to collide in the most beautiful, impossible way.
“Touch yourself. I want to feel you come so hard on my dick that the grip of you around me takes everything I have to give.” His voice is guttural and low and his eyes have the intensity within of a sex-crazed god.
He is coming completely undone, and I use that to my advantage, grinding my hips into his, rocking back and forth to push him closer to the edge.
I want him to lose himself entirely. He growls impatiently as I slowly drag my hand toward my clit.
He grips my wrist and forces my hand between our slick bodies.
He keeps his hand on top of mine, the motion of our fingers moving and stimulating me, flooding me with a wave of pure bliss.
Then as he grips my waist, pulling me toward him harder with each thrust, a thought lingers in the back of my mind.
Ere’s invasion of my body with his shadows has forever altered everything.
I know in this moment that I’ve always belonged to him.
Call it intuition or fate or whatever the hell else it could be, but I know I’m right. He is mine as much as I am his.
I open my mouth to speak, and he smiles.
“I know. Now come for me like the good girl you are. Come for me until you cannot breathe or imagine life without me again.” He wraps his hand around my throat, gripping it and pulling me against him with each thrust, his shadows teasing my nipples and sending electrifying surges of pleasure through me.
“I will come for you so hard that my darkness consumes us both.” A feral smile and glowing crimson eyes peer into mine.
As the intensity of pleasure builds to an unstoppable breaking point, I can’t hold back any longer.
I give in to his shadows. I give in to every word and every touch, allowing him into my mind and my heart and soul fully for the first time.
All the other times with Ere were passionate and full of heat, but this time is something else.
This time it means so much more, to finally embrace how much I care for him without fighting it or pushing him away.
Each time I scream his name, his shadows grow denser around us, whispering past my ears, their presence suffocating and blinding, but I welcome it because they’re a part of him I refuse to shy away from.
I’m surrounded by them as he groans and spills into me, and the darkness following does in fact nearly consume us.
The flickering black flames disappear, the only thing left shining within the void are his glowing ruby eyes that gleam as he growls and thrusts, chasing the last delicious peaks of pleasure.
His back arches and his wings unfurl and spread out wide as if he can’t control them any longer.
In this moment it’s as if he's lost control of both himself and his power, and I’ve never seen anything quite as beautiful.
He surrendered himself to me just as much as I have to him.
I get it now, why he has pushed for me to accept myself, darkness and all since I’ve known him.
He wanted me to one day be able to accept him, darkness and shadows and all, and I do.
“You know, I actually prefer the red eyes,” I admit, smiling down at him as he stretches out and leans his head on my chest.
He smiles back in a way that I swear could light up the entire realm. “Whichever you prefer, my love.” His eyes flicker back to the beautiful glowing crimson.
“Actually, you know what? You might look really sexy with sparkly blue eyes. You’d have all the ladies in your realm swooning in no time,” I tease, laughing as he lifts up to look at me, his eyebrows scrunching together as he shakes his head.
Taking my face in his hands, my laughter stops as a pained expression flashes across his face.
“I want no one else swooning over me, but you. You are the only one for me. Now and forever. It has always been you, my little flame. You are my light. My only hope in this dark, cold world I have been trapped in.” His voice is raw and tender, and it chips away at the walls I’ve built around my heart.
I swallow, my gaze lingering on his clenched jaw and the tight line of his lips.
“I’m sorry. I don’t understand what you’ve been through or what you lost so long ago.
” Running my fingers through his dark locks, my mind struggles to find the right words.
“I wish I could remember, Ere. You. Us. I want to remember everything,” I whisper, leaning up and placing a kiss to his soft cheek.
“You will. We will go to Nyx tomorrow.” He lifts his head, searching my eyes before he continues. “I only wanted to give you time to trust me.” His smile is crooked and small as he takes my hand, his lips brushing against it in a gentle, comforting kiss.
“I trust you and I’m ready. No more running or hiding. I need the truth.”
As his eyes flash with pain and he releases my hand, a wave of regret washes through me.
He wants me to trust him, and I do, but with the possibility of us being manipulated, trusting him isn’t the issue.
What if we’ve both been lied to? What if this is another one of Nyx’s cruel games to hurt us, to give us hope just to snatch it away?
I won’t know for sure until my past is a part of me again.
And if what we feel for each other is in fact real and true, then it brings about a whole other slew of questions.
Like why the hell Kairos believes with every piece of his heart that we’re fated to be.
Why the rulers of the realms and the rest of the celestials believe it, too.
Deep down, I know getting my memories back won’t end with me or us riding off together into the sunset, not right away, at least. Discovering the truth is just the beginning of what’s to come, because no matter which way this goes, people are being manipulated and lied to.
All I know for sure, is that with Ere’s head on my chest and both of us holding each other tight, my heart melts at the sight of his warm, gold eyes gazing deeply into mine, the soothing numbness of his shadows chasing the pain and darkness away.
This is happiness. This is freedom. This is something I’d be willing to fight for a hundred times over.
In the depths of my soul, I know I have never and may never again experience such a profound and real sense of happiness like I feel in this moment.
Here in the Underworld. Here with Ere. My Ere.
I hope he’s right. I hope we are fated to be.