Chapter 84 #2
She found her rhythm. Rising and falling on his cock, taking her pleasure from him.
Her shadows kept his wrists bound, but now they did more.
White tendrils slid across his chest, his stomach, teasing his nipples.
One wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing every time she lifted up.
Another traced down, finding the sensitive skin behind his balls, pressing.
He was surrounded. Overwhelmed. Her body and her shadows were working him from every angle.
"Brynn—" He couldn't even form her name properly. Just sounds. Groans and curses and desperate pleas.
She rode him harder. Faster. Her tits bouncing with each movement. The sounds of her cunt taking his cock filled the chamber. Her arousal dripped down his shaft, soaked his balls, made everything slick and messy.
"You feel so good," she moaned, grinding down. "So thick. Stretching me open." She clenched around him deliberately. "Your cock was made for me.”
His hips bucked up, meeting her rhythm. Even bound, even helpless, he was powerful. Every thrust punched deep, hit that spot that made her see stars.
She reached down to rub her clit. Her own fingers circling while she bounced on his cock. The pressure built fast, coiling tight in her core.
"Yes," she gasped. "Right there. Fuck. I'm close—"
His shadows surged.
Her white tendrils shattered like glass.
Dante
His control snapped.
He grabbed her hips and rolled them, flipping her beneath him in one savage motion. Her back hit the mattress and he was on her, between her thighs, his cock still buried deep.
She gasped. Eyes wide.
He smiled down at her. All teeth. All predator.
"My turn."
He pulled back and slammed into her.
She screamed.
He fucked her hard. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, holding her in place while he drove into her.
The slap of his hips against her echoed through the chamber. The obscene sounds of her cunt taking his cock. Her moans climbing higher with every thrust.
"You think your shadows can hold me?" he growled against her throat. "You think you can control the Reaper?"
She clenched around him, squeezing his cock with her inner muscles, and he choked on a curse. His rhythm faltered.
"Whatever you say," she gasped, breathless but smiling. "My lord."
Even pinned beneath him, she could still wreck him.
He grabbed her thighs and pushed them up, folding her nearly in half. The angle let him sink impossibly deep.
He thrust hard, grinding against her cervix.
"Yes—" She could barely speak. "Don't stop."
He pulled out until just the tip remained. Looked down at where they joined. Her cunt gaped slightly, pink and swollen, trying to pull him back in. Their combined arousal dripped from her opening.
"Look at this greedy pussy," he murmured. "Doesn't want to let me go."
He slammed back in. Watched her eyes roll back.
He pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach. Drove back inside from behind.
The new angle made her scream into the sheets.
"That's it." He gripped her hips, watching his cock disappear into her body. "Take it. All of it.”
He pounded into her. Her ass rippled with every thrust. Her arousal dripped down her thighs.
White tendrils rose from her skin and wrapped around him. Around his back, his ass, pulling him deeper with every thrust. One curled around his balls, tugging in rhythm with his strokes. Another found his nipple and pinched, twisted, made him hiss against her neck.
"Fuck—" His rhythm stuttered. "Your shadows—"
"Feel good?" She clenched around him, squeezing his cock, and felt his whole body shudder.
"Now you know what it's like."
His laugh was dark and breathless. "Two can play."
His shadows surged.
Black tendrils wrapped around her thighs, spreading her wider.
One found her clit and pressed, rubbing in tight circles while he fucked her.
Another coiled around her breast, squeezing, the tip flicking her nipple.
And one slid lower. Between her cheeks. Found that tight, untouched hole and circled.
She moaned, pushing back against him. "Dante—"
"You want it?" He pressed gently. "Want my shadow in your ass while I fuck your cunt?"
"Yes. Please. Yes."
A thick tendril of cool darkness slid into her ass, stretching her open, filling her alongside his cock. She cried out at the overwhelming fullness. Stuffed in both holes, working her in tandem.
"There it is," he groaned, feeling her clench around him. "So tight. So fucking full of me."
He needed to see her.
He pulled her up, her back against his chest, his cock still buried inside. One arm wrapped around her waist. The other hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat.
"Look," he commanded.
Her eyes found the mirror across the room.
The image stole her breath. His dark form behind her, muscles straining, face savage with need. Her body impaled on his cock, bouncing with every thrust. And their shadows tangling around them both. Black and white intertwining. Weaving together. Light and dark becoming one.
"Your shadows and mine," he breathed against her neck, teeth scraping. "Do you see what we are? What you are?"
His hand slid from her waist to her cunt. Found her swollen, slippery clit. Rubbed in fast, tight circles while he fucked up into her.
She couldn't think. Couldn't speak. Could only moan and shake as he fucked her cunt while his shadow fucked her ass, his hand on her clit, her shadows squeezing and pulling at every inch of him.
"Mine," he growled.
"Yours." She was shaking, trembling, right on the edge.
His shadows and hers responded to their words. The tendrils wove tighter together, black and white spiraling, creating patterns that seemed to pulse with power.
"Death couldn't keep you from me." He thrust deep. "Nothing will."
Her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on him, pulsing, milking his cock. She screamed his name, body convulsing, and her white shadows exploded outward in brilliant tendrils.
He followed her over the edge.
His release crashed through him, his cock jerking as he spilled inside her. His cum flooded her cunt, filling her until it leaked around his shaft, dripped down her thighs. His black shadows surged to meet hers, and for one blinding moment, their power merged completely.
Light and dark. Death and life. Two halves of the same whole.
The shockwave of their combined release flooded the chamber, rattling the walls, making the candles flare.
When it finally faded, they collapsed together onto ruined sheets.
Brynn
The room was destroyed.
Candles blown out. Mirror cracked. Headboard splintered. Scorch marks on the ceiling where their power had surged.
She'd laugh about that later. Right now, she could barely breathe.
Their shadows settled around them slowly.
Her own shadow lifted lazily, tracing along his jaw. She hadn't told it to do that. It just wanted to touch him.
He caught the tendril, pressed a kiss to it, and she felt the sensation ghost across her skin.
"I felt that," she breathed.
"I know." His smile was exhausted but smug. "You'll learn. The shadows are part of you now. Everything they touch, you feel."
She filed that information away for later. Much later.
For now, she just melted into him. Felt the solid weight of his body, the steady thrum of their bond, the reality that she was here.
"I can't feel my legs…again,” she murmured against his chest.
"Good." The satisfaction in his voice was insufferable. "Then you won't be going anywhere."
He pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her temple. When he spoke again, his voice was softer.
"I have forever with you now." His arms tightened around her. "I don't intend to waste a single moment."
She turned in his arms, meeting his dark eyes. Saw the emotion there. The wonder. The disbelief that she'd come back to him. That she'd chosen him.
"Forever," she agreed, and kissed him.
When they broke apart, he was smiling. That rare, real smile that transformed his face.
"There are so many more surfaces in this room," he murmured against her lips. "And I intend to use every one of them."
She grinned, want already stirring again. "Then we'd better get started."