Chapter 27 #2
He grabs my thighs and drags me closer so I’m at the edge of the counter. Quickly turning his head, he bites my thigh making me gasp before licking the spot and looking up at me with nothing but barely restrained heat and tension across his face.
“Stay still and let me play.” He smirks before leaning forward and sliding his tongue along the length of me.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as I arch into the delicious feel of him.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he demands, and my eyes blink open to watch him.
“Watch me ruin you,” his hungry mouth and tongue slides around my clit, devouring me, “just like you have ruined me.”
“How have I ruined you?” I ask, trying to force my eyes open as he slowly makes me a trembling mess of desire and need.
“You haunt my every thought,” he rasps as he explores my center with his hot tongue. “The need to be near you is overwhelming.” Another stroke and caress of his tongue. “I can’t sleep without slipping into your dreams and watching over you.”
I tangle my fingers in his black strands, and his dark gaze finds mine as I rake the tip of my fingers along his scalp.
Shadows seeps out of him, climbing up his arms as his eyes completely blacken and two shadowed horns form on his head.
“Cyrus?” My hands curl around one of his shadow horns. Unlike the cool feel of his shadows, the horns feel silky and smooth and hard to touch.
His dark eyes watch me as he strokes his tongue along the length of me over and over. But something in his gaze makes me pause.
I quickly realize I’m not just staring at Cyrus but his nightmare Shadow side.
Instead of fearing it, an excited thrill rushes through me and my grip on his horns tighten.
He groans and the vibrations send a ripple of pleasure down my spine making me gasp and moan.
“Mine,” he growls, his gaze growing possessive as his tongue spears into me and his grip on my thighs becomes bruising.
His long strokes and caresses quickly become faster and harder as he devours every inch of me.
I grasp his shadow horns tighter and grind into him following my release.
Desire and need pound into me and I glance down to find Cyrus’ possessive gaze on me as his tongue surges up into me as I explode, crying out his name over and over as he drags out every last ounce of pleasure from my body.
Breathless and boneless, I feel him pull away, standing as his left horn disappears and black shadows slither across half of his body, shifting and changing it, molding it to something other.
Half of his face becomes covered in a leathery skin, with his right eye still completely black and the horn curled from the top of his head.
There’s a hesitant look in his eyes as he reveals both his nightmare Shadow side and the Cyrus I know as one.
But nothing about him scares me. In fact, I feel more at ease than I ever have.
“I don’t fear what you are, nor will I ever,” I tell him and watch the fine tremble work its way through his body before he moves forward.
“Nothing about this is going to be soft,” he warns, his eyes full of wild need and fierce possession as he throws off his top and unzips his jeans. “I need to claim you. I need to make you mine,” he says, his words guttural.
“Then claim me,” I tell him, needing him just as much. “Make me yours.”
As soon as the words leave my lips, more shadows seep out from him, slithering around me and across my body before coiling around my arms and stomach.
My nipples pebble as he steps between my legs and and dips down to tease my lips apart, slipping his tongue in my mouth with a throaty groan.
His lips move over my mouth, across my jaw, and down my neck as his shadowed tendrils continue to brush along my body.
“Cyrus,” I beg, needing more. I grind against his hard length, and he groans. My hands explore his hair and along his neck and back.
I slide my hands down his chest, lower and lower when his shadows snap out and coil around my arms and wrists and drag them to my sides.
“Cyrus…”
The shadows continue to curl around my waist and body as he drags his body a step back, leaving me tied and trapped, bare and open, panting and whimpering in need.
His dark heated gaze doesn’t leave my body as he strips off his jeans. I try to squeeze my legs closed to have some friction to help ease the frenzy of pleasure rushing through me, but his shadows tighten their grip, restraining me.
I whimper and his eyes narrow to half-mast as he stares at my bare body. He drags a hand down his chest and lower to squeeze his cock.
I try to move again, but his shadows hold me in place.
The thought of being completely at his mercy only stokes the fire burning inside me. A fire that craves his touch and the heat of his body.
“Cyrus,” I beg as heat coils in my lower stomach, slowly spreading to every limb.
He moves closer, sliding his hands up my thighs, his grip growing more and more possessive.
Raw need unfurls inside me as his fingertips dig into my thighs and he slides his cock along my slick heat making me moan.
“If you don’t fuck me, I’m going to—”
Without warning, his shadows spread my legs, and he slams into me, stretching and filling me to the hilt.
I gasp at the delicious stretch but don’t get the chance to absorb the feel of him before he pulls out and thrusts back into me.
Damp with sweat, he works my body like he owns it, thrusting into me over and over, taking control of it with his relentless pace.
The darkness swirls around us as pleasure licks at my senses and every nerve in my body becomes heightened.
“You’re going to feel me tomorrow,” he rasps as his shadows shift me slightly me, angling my body so each thrust is deeper, stretching every nerve in my body taut.
More shadows seep out around us, blanketing us in an endless darkness that forces me to concentrate on everything I feel and hear instead of what I see.
“Cyrus… please…” My little hot gasps and his grunts and groans consume my thoughts while a delicious feeling uncurls inside me at the brutal strength of his passion. It has me trying to claw at my binds in need of release but nothing I do gains me any leeway with them.
“I’ve got you,” he vows just as I hear something crack and pop and seconds later the bond between us springs open.
I lean into it, into the warmth of our connection and gasp as my pleasure doubles, making me whimper in need.
Heat coils low in my stomach, slowly spreading out as he drives into me over and over. Ripples of pleasure build and expand, spreading as I slowly start to unravel.
“Come for me, Sena,” he rasps as he drives into me, his husky words pushing me over the edge.
Spasms sear up through me as my body lights in flames. I cry as I come apart, screaming his name as pleasure consumes my entire body.
Liquid warmth spreads out to every limb as I feel him throb inside me, and with one last deep thrust, he grunts and spills into me.
Seconds later, I feel the endless darkness around us slow and shudder. A warmth grows deep in my chest before wrapping around me, anchoring me to it and Cyrus. It quickly grows and expands to every inch of my body, taking root as I feel a bit more whole.
The feeling of being utterly protected settles inside me making me feel at peace.
A moment later, Cyrus’ grip around my waist tightens as I feel his shadow binds ease away from me, softly brushing against by body before disappearing along with every other shadow in the room.
Cyrus’ face—without his nightmare side—comes into view as he places a kiss at the nape of my neck and slides out of me, dragging his body and warmth away. A second later, I feel a warm cloth between my legs as he cleans me.
Looking at me like I’m his entire world, he scoops me up and moves into the main room, placing me onto one of the single beds before pressing a kiss to my brow.
He covers us both and slips his arm under me before pulling me closer to him.
The bed is so small that we’re pressed tight against one another. But I don’t care, still craving his touch and nearness.
“Your mine, now and forever,” he says with nothing but awe and love in his voice. I let it wrap around me and drift off, savoring the feel of his body against mine and the warmth and our bond thrumming between us.