Chapter 25 Deadly Obsession #2
Because he moved again, and even his hands had changed.
They were darker now, as though they too had been dipped in shadow itself.
His skin almost looked stained, fading halfway up his forearm.
Thick, black talons curled at the ends of each fingertip, but the second he saw me flinch as they gripped behind my knees, he forced them to recede as he dragged me closer to the edge.
Without hesitation, he spread me wide for him, positioning himself between me with a certainty that stole the breath from my lungs.
There was no pause. No warning.
Only the moment he drove into me, forcing the breath from my lungs as my body arched in response, already reacting, already yielding.
He stilled for a second, allowing me to adjust, though even that felt like a fragile thread of control barely being held.
Then he moved, and whatever restraint had remained shattered completely.
His rhythm turned relentless, driven by something far deeper than simple desire.
Each movement forced a response from me that I could no longer contain.
My body arching and giving in to him in a way that felt instinctive, inevitable.
The sounds that left him were no longer entirely human, rough and fractured, threaded with something darker that echoed through the space around us. Even his wings trembled, shuddering before beginning to move in slow, powerful strokes, as though they were driving him deeper with every thrust.
“Yes… Goddess, yes,” I moaned as I felt my first orgasm building.
“My girl is needy for me,” he growled, his voice thick with something possessive, something primal.
Heat rushed through me at the words, my body responding before I could even think to deny them.
“Tell me… tell me your greedy for my cock,” he pressed, the challenge low, dangerous.
“I am… I need it… please,” I admitted, breathless and unashamed, because there was no point pretending otherwise.
“Good girl,” he murmured, the praise sending a shiver through me that had nothing to do with fear.
“Then let me give you more.”
My breath caught at that, the words enough to spark a flicker of uncertainty, but I didn’t pull away, didn’t stop him. Because something in me trusted him even now, even like this.
In the end, that was all the permission he needed as his shadows moved.
They rose from him, curling through the air before wrapping around me.
They shackled my wrists, not painfully, but in a way that told me they would tighten should I try to fight my way free.
I looked to Wye, my eyes wide in question as they started to guide my wrists upward, holding me in place with a strength that left no room for resistance.
“Trust me,” he hummed against my cheek, pausing his thrusts long enough to get me exactly where he wanted me. The shift sent something sharp through me, the loss of control only heightening everything else. Every movement, every sensation, until I could no longer separate one from the other.
The surface beneath me creaked under the strain, a sharp reminder of just how little remained grounded in that moment. How close everything was to breaking under the force of what he was giving me and what I was taking.
It didn’t take long.
It couldn’t.
Because everything was already too much, building too fast, rising higher with every second until it overwhelmed me completely.
His name tore from me, again and again, no longer Oblivion, but the name he had given me. The one that belonged only to him, falling from my lips like something sacred, something I couldn’t stop even if I tried.
“Wye…Yes Wye… fuck… yes… OH FUCK, YES!” The tension inside me snapped as I screamed.
As I shattered.
And I felt it ripple through me, crashing over me in a way that stole everything else away, leaving nothing but the echo of it behind.
But it didn’t end there. Because he didn’t stop. The pace only shifted, deepened, turning more desperate, more consuming. As though whatever had been unleashed within him refused to be contained again. Each movement dragged me further into it until I had no sense of where I ended and he began.
I heard it then.
The sharp crack of wood beneath us, and I felt it just as he did. But before it could give way completely, he lifted me effortlessly, pulling me into him as the world shifted again. My body no longer anchored to anything but him.
His wings moved with it, surrounding us, enclosing the space until everything beyond them felt distant, unreachable. Like we had been pulled into something separate from the rest of the world.
His shadows followed, adjusting their hold on me, supporting my body and allowing him to move freely while keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
They were everywhere, and there was no escape from him.
Not that I wanted one.
The intensity only climbed, rising again, faster this time, sharper, until I could feel myself slipping once more. My body was trembling under the strain of it, unable to hold back what was coming.
“Come for me,” he growled, his voice rough and commanding, that left no room for hesitation.
And I did.
It tore through me, stronger than before, leaving me breathless and shaking.
Barely able to hold myself upright, even with him anchoring me there.
At the same time, I felt it in him, the way his body tensed and the way something deep within him gave way.
His release followed close behind mine as the tension that had driven him to this point finally broke.
The aftermath came slowly. Not all at once, but in pieces. My body sagged against him, every muscle heavy, every breath uneven as I tried to steady myself. Although it felt impossible when everything still pulsed with the echo of what had just happened.
His wings shifted around us, no longer enclosing, but softer and almost protective. His shadows stroked my body as they still held me to him, no longer restraining me.
“Shh…” he murmured, his voice lower now, quieter, though still jagged around the edges as if his demon still clung to him. His hands moved through my hair, smoothing it back gently, a stark contrast to what had come before, grounding me in a way I hadn’t realized I needed.
As though I might break.
The difference in it made something in my chest tighten. I barely registered the shift as he adjusted his hold on me, lifting me more securely, my body yielding to it without resistance, too exhausted to do anything else.
My head fell forward against his chest, my breath finally beginning to slow as the steady rhythm of him anchored me.
I didn’t know where he was taking me, and I didn’t think to ask. Knowing that as long as I remained with him, I didn’t care where I was.
“Let me take care of you,” he murmured softly, the words settling over me in a way that felt far deeper than simple reassurance.
“Always… My Siren.”
And that was the last thing I heard before the weight of it all finally pulled me under, the darkness claiming me as I slipped into it without resistance.
When I finally became aware of the room again, it wasn’t the space itself that grounded me.
It was him.
The steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek. The warmth of his skin against mine, and the quiet, almost unnatural stillness that had settled around us, lingered in the aftermath.
It felt at odds with what had come before, something that had been anything but controlled, but holy Goddess, had it felt good! My entire body felt like pudding.
For a long moment, I didn’t move or speak, because I wasn’t entirely sure I trusted myself to do either.
I felt as if we still had so much to talk about, mainly about what came next.
Yet I was in no hurry to break the spell that it felt we had woven around each other.
A bubble of happiness I was afraid would pop again at any minute.
His hand moved slowly against my back, a gentle caress rather than his usual possessive touch. Although the strength of his touch hadn’t lessened in the slightest, his presence still wrapped around me completely. It made it impossible to forget where I was, who I was with, and what this now meant.
“You’re very quiet, sweetheart,” he said, the term of endearment seemingly coming naturally to him, making my belly flutter. I let out a small breath, my gaze shifting, though I didn’t pull away, not yet.
As for where we were, somehow, I had ended up in the bed, wrapped in his arms and completely naked. Also, my skin carried the faint, unmistakable scent of having been washed, making me wonder if he had carried me to the shower first.
“I don’t know what to say,” I admitted, the honesty of it surprising even me. Because for once I wasn’t trying to argue or push back against something I didn’t understand. I was simply there, feeling it all and marveling at how right it all felt.
“You don’t have to say anything,” he replied softly, a tender smile touching his lips.
“And what happens now?” I eventually asked, curious about how all of this was even going to work. His hand shifted slightly at my back, holding me closer as if worried I would try to slip away from him.
“Now, you stop running,” he stated. The words settled into me more easily than I expected.
“So how will this work between us… technically, you just became my boss.” At this, he chuckled, dropping his head so that he could groan in my neck, nipping me there before rumbling,
“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” I couldn’t help but giggle at that.
“Oh, I just bet you do,” I replied with a roll of my eyes and an exasperated tone that was anything but convincing.
“So, as for how this is supposed to work?” I asked, getting us back on track, or at least trying to. Something that I soon found almost impossible to do, especially when Wye rolled on top of me at the same time, sliding me beneath him.
“I believe the best course of action is to take… one… step… at… a time,” he said, pausing between words to kiss down my neck, making me moan as I arched into him.
“Well, I do like where those steps are taking you,” I teased playfully, winking at him when he glanced up at me from where he was kissing the side of my breast. He chuckled at that before purposely looking down, telling me,
“Steps I plan to enjoy… immensely,” he hummed before making his way to the center where he licked out at my nipple, making it pebble instantly. I moaned again, but unfortunately, it was drowned out by the sound of sudden pounding on the door.
“I swear I am buying an island without any fucking doors,” he grumbled before snapping at the door,
“This better be fucking important, Torin, as in life or death, or someone will die!”
“Wye!” I scolded, making him grin down at me, but it vanished just as quickly. No, now it looked like the life suddenly drained out of him the second Torin shouted through the door,
“It’s Iridessa…”
“Is she alright?” Wye asked immediately, the concern in his eyes unmistakable now, cutting through everything else as his body stilled above me. A sense of worry that seemed founded when Torin replied back…
“No, she’s…”
“She’s dying.”