Bound
I brush a petal from my shoulder. “Cheesy.”
His mouth curves into that devastating smirk. “I was going for seductive.”
“Then next time, skip the bats.”
He steps closer, catching my chin between his fingers. “I’m a vampire in a spooky tower. Roses and candles are basically required by law.”
I meet his gaze, my pulse hammering.
“This,” he murmurs, thumb tracing the soft edge of my lip until it yields. “This look… like you’re daring me to destroy you.”
A dry, disbelieving laugh scrapes out of me, but the spark in my blood sings for whatever dark thing he’s offering.
The vicious pull of his hunger curls through my chest like smoke.
He steps closer, catching a petal from my hair, his fingers trailing down my cheek with deliberate slowness. My breath catches. My thighs press together beneath the layers of my dress. I can feel his satisfaction, that smug male pride at how easily I unravel for him.
The heavy door’s bolt drives home with a final, echoing crack. Darkness pours from every corner, sealing the chamber until the walls themselves seem to breathe it in.
My pulse hammers hard enough to bruise my throat.
I don’t wait. My hand finds him through the leather, curling around the thick, massive ridge that jumps under my palm. God, the size of him. The heat. I stroke once, clumsy and desperate, and the sound that leaves me is half laugh, half moan.
He smirks, the expression pure sin and recognition.
Raven hair falls across eyes of pure crimson fire.
He shoves the leather down; it catches on his hips for one last second, then the heavy length of him springs free—rigid, glistening, already wet at the tip.
Power rolls off him in waves that make my thighs press together hard enough to ache.
“On the bed.” He barks.
The command scrapes low and absolute.
I stumble forward. Shadows peel my clothes away before I reach the mattress, leaving me bare under the cold air. The ancient bed dips beneath my weight.
Living darkness surges from the posts—cold, slick, impossibly strong. They coil around my throat and yank me back against the carved headboard. More ropes of shadow seize my ankles and haul my legs wide, stretching me open until the chill kisses the soaked folds of my cunt.
His gaze burns. I feel myself drip under it.
Blake’s smile cuts sharp with sadism and a gleam that looks dangerously like devotion. “That’s it.” he growls.
The shadow claw around my throat tightens with every breath.
He slides between my spread thighs. One knee forces them wider still.
More shadows rise, sliding up my calves, my inner thighs, circling my entrance once—teasing—then thrusting deep in a single ruthless stroke.
Thick. Inhuman. Stretching me open while he watches every flicker that crosses my face.
I gasp, spine arching hard against the wood.
“They missed you too,” he growls.
A broken cry tears from my throat as the shadow cock fills me, pumping in a slow, merciless rhythm that steals the air from my lungs.
“Fuck—”
He leans down. Teeth close hard around one nipple.
Pain flashes white-hot. Shadows seal over the other like a second mouth, sucking, biting, matching him.
For a heartbeat he stays there—then he pulls back as if struck, eyes locked on the wet glide of the shadows sliding in and out of me.
He seems mesmerized by how shamelessly I soak them, by the way they pulse harder, matching the frantic beat of my heart.
With a thought his remaining clothes vanish. His cock joins the shadows—heavy, veined, the broad head flushed dark. He positions the tip against my clit and rubs slow, deliberate circles while the darkness fucks me deeper.
Then the shadows yank my feet higher and bind them against the wall. My back drops flat to the mattress, legs folded over my head, everything exposed and offered.
Blake looks down at the view like a man who owns every inch of it.
His tongue finds my asshole first, hot and filthy, lapping slow. One finger follows, sinking in to the knuckle while the shadows keep working my pussy in that same merciless rhythm.
I’m held open and still by living darkness.
Every thrust of the shadow cock, every stroke on my ass, every low sound he makes rolls through me like thunder.
The dual invasion builds until I can’t breathe around it.
Shadows claim my cunt. His mouth and finger claim my ass. My walls flutter, clench, seize.
I come hard, the orgasm ripping through me in white-hot waves while the shadows hold me open for every helpless pulse..
He pulls back just enough.
Hot spit lands precisely on the tight ring of my ass. The wet heat shocks me. A filthy claim more intimate than any spoken word. Before I can even draw breath the shadows abandon my soaked cunt and thrust deep into the smaller hole in one merciless stroke.
The stretch burns white-hot, forcing a broken sound from my throat as they bury themselves to the root.
“Take it like a good girl.”
The praise scrapes low, laced with sadistic satisfaction.
“That’s it—open wider. Eyes on me while you take it all.”
His cock drives into my empty, dripping pussy at the exact same moment the shadows slam deeper into my ass.
The dual invasion hits like a storm. He sets a brutal, matching rhythm—his heavy length slamming into my cunt while the cold, living darkness fucks my ass in perfect, relentless sync.
Every thrust forces me higher against the bonds.
The carved headboard digs into my spine. My pulse roars in my ears.
God, the stretch. The impossible fullness. He’s going to split me open and I still can’t stop wanting more.
The shadows around my throat tighten with every gasping breath, turning oxygen into a privilege.
Black spots dance at the edges of my vision.
Pleasure and panic braid together until I can’t tell them apart.
My walls flutter hard around his cock. The shadows pulse in answer, claiming every inch of my ass while he owns my cunt.
I come apart with a choked cry, the orgasm ripping through me so violently my vision whites out. The bonds constrict just enough to make the climax crash harder, endless, devastating. My body seizes, helpless, open, utterly his.
“You’re driving me crazy, Lucy,” he breathes against my neck, the words almost a confession torn from somewhere deep.
The shadows release my feet. My legs drop, trembling and useless, but he doesn’t slow.
He claims my mouth in a deep, bruising kiss while his cock keeps driving into me—harder now, less controlled, chasing his own release with raw, hungry power.
I taste iron and need and the danger of his devotion.
His hips snap. The wet, filthy sound of him fucking me fills the chamber.
Shadows coil lazily around my thighs, holding me open for every last brutal stroke.
He breaks with a low, guttural sound against my lips.
His cock buries itself to the hilt and pulses hard, flooding me in long, hot surges that seem to go on forever.
I feel every thick jet, every possessive throb, while the last of the shadows slowly withdraw, leaving me wrecked, dripping, and thoroughly claimed beneath his weight.