Chapter 44 Ginger
Ginger
Shade kissed me thoroughly and meticulously, stroking my lips with his and coaxing my mouth to open.
His tongue was urgent when it met mine.
He used his grip on my chin to hold my head still, maintaining control, his other arm an iron bar on my lower back.
He licked into my mouth, slow and languid. I matched his intensity. I wanted more, I wanted everything he was willing to give me.
When he sucked on my lower lip, my back arched, and a shiver shot down my spine.
My breasts rubbed against his chest teasingly.
I suddenly felt overheated. I was wearing entirely too much clothing.
Like he could read my mind, deft fingers inched to the hem of my tunic and slipped beneath the fabric.
I nearly moaned when his fingers met the skin of my back.
His hand inched up, palm splaying flat at the center of my spine. He kept it there for a moment. When I didn’t pull away, he slid the hand around, caressing the side of my ribcage. My thundering heart threatened to burst free.
His hand slid to my front.
His fingers turned and splayed, resting on my ribs, thumb halting on my sternum.
It was then he realized that I wasn’t wearing anything beneath my tunic.
His hand froze there, just below the curve of my breast, so close I wanted to scream. One twitch, one movement, and he would have me in the palm of his hand.
A growl rumbled in his chest. The room darkened.
The kiss grew frantic, our movements sloppy.
He tore his mouth from mine to yank my tunic over my head, toss it aside, and pull me back into his grasp. My nipples peaked and tightened, the cool air a shock to my overheated body.
His lips were nearly bruising. I didn’t care.
Steady palms started at my hips, slid up over my waist, settled over my ribs again.
He hesitated there.
He leaned back, tearing his mouth from mine, and glanced down.
The groan that left his mouth was utterly indecent.
Liquid heat pooled in my stomach. I clenched my thighs together.
“You are perfect, my goddess,” he whispered, reverence in his voice. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
My face warmed.
I felt suddenly exposed.
I squeezed my thighs together even harder, hoping to create some sort of friction.
He watched with rapt attention as he lifted his hands, cupped my breasts, stroked his thumbs over my nipples.
My head fell back, a groan escaping my mouth.
His movements grew surer. He caressed my nipples, circling his thumbs, driving me to the point of madness.
I grabbed his face, forcing him to meet my gaze.
“Kiss me again,” I pleaded, breathless.
“Whatever you want,” he agreed readily.
His mouth returned to mine, harshly this time. Demanding.
Shadows streamed, tendrils wrapping around my arms, my legs, my middle. He took control of my limbs. Effortlessly, he backed me into the wall, moving my legs for me, yanking my arms above my head.
The sensation was overwhelming—he had complete and utter control of my body.
And I loved it.
He followed me, his hands never leaving my chest. He continued his ministrations there, torturing me.
I relaxed into the hold of the tendrils, giving in.
“Mine,” he growled into my mouth.
He used his shadows to pull my legs apart and shove a thigh between mine.
His tongue stifled my gasp.
The pressure against my core was nearly enough to send me over the edge. My hips moved of their own accord.
He worked my body expertly, as if he knew it better than I knew myself.
The shadows expanded and tightened. My hips were stilled.
I couldn’t move.
My eyes flew open wide as Shade pulled away from me.
I was prepared to beg, to plead for him to come back, to keep touching me.
But I didn’t need to.
He didn’t go far.
He wasn’t leaving.
He yanked his own tunic off, leisurely taking in my form. He feasted on me with his eyes like a man starved.
The way my arms were lifted put my breasts on vulgar display, and I couldn’t move an inch to cover myself.
My skin ached from the absence of his touch, but I wasn’t cold. The shadow tendrils kept me warm.
I practically vibrated with tension.
“You are stunning, wife,” Shade murmured as he unclasped his trousers and let them fall to the floor at his feet. “A treasure. I am the luckiest man. The luckiest god. The fates blessed me, more than I could have possibly deserved, by crossing my path with yours.”
The raw passion in his tone sent a shiver down my spine. I was left speechless.
“I wish to see more of you. All of you,” he said. “May I?” He watched my face.
After a tight swallow, I nodded frantically.
He chuckled. “Out loud, wife.”
“Yes. Please,” I said immediately.
His face twisted. He dropped a hand to his undershorts, pressing on his bulging erection. His cock strained, begging to be set free, but he refused.
He set about undressing me fully.
Without releasing me from my shadowy restraints, he dropped to his knees in front of me. He unbuttoned my trousers, painfully slowly, and then yanked them down in one smooth motion, pulling my undergarments with them.
I couldn’t stop the whine that escaped my throat.
He shifted my weight to one leg, and then the other, removing the trousers and tossing them aside.
I stood completely naked in front of him, wrapped only in tendrils of shadow.
His hands rested on my thighs.
He looked up, meeting my gaze, adoration painted on his face.
I nearly came undone. If he wasn’t supporting my weight with his shadows, I would have simply melted on the spot.
A wicked grin pulled at his mouth. “Do you like seeing a god kneel before you, Ginger?” he asked.
Arousal dripped from my soaked folds, slicking my inner thighs. “Yes,” I whispered.
His eyes scanned over every exposed inch of my skin, settling on my slick core for a long moment. He shuddered. His hands slid up an inch, closer to where I needed him.
And then his eyes returned to my face.
I couldn’t look away—I was utterly enraptured.
“Does it make you feel powerful, bringing me to my knees?” he asked.
I wanted to squirm, but the shadowy restraints made it impossible. “Yes,” I whimpered.
His hands slid up further. His thumbs met the wetness at my inner thighs and stroked, smearing it into my skin. He groaned aloud, leaning in further. His breath whispered over my tender flesh.
“I may own you, I may control your body, but you have the real power here,” he said. “You could destroy me with a single word. How does that feel, knowing you hold my heart in the palm of your hand, and refuse to give me yours in return?”
A harsh exhale left me. My mouth opened and then closed again.
His thumbs finally made contact, ghosting over my pussy. I cried out. Instead of stroking the way I needed him to, he hovered there, barely touching me.
“I asked you a question,” he said.
My mind scrambled to recall, fighting through the haze of pleasure. I screwed my eyes shut. “It feels good,” I said finally.
He rewarded my honesty, slipping a thumb through my wet folds, stroking over my clit. I nearly wept.
“You like it, don’t you? Knowing how dedicated I am to you. Hearing it.”
“Yes,” I admitted.
He hummed, something akin to amusement. “I suppose that is acceptable. For now.”
Before I could figure out what was happening, he leaned in, swiping his tongue over my slit. My eyes shot open; my stomach flipped.
I would have collapsed without the support of the shadows. Regardless, I fought against them, desperate to buck my hips, to free my arms.
The effort was futile. I was wholly, completely trapped.
I had never felt such bliss.
His mouth slid over my slick folds, parting me, sending waves of pleasure skittering across my belly.
His tongue found my clit, lapping at it in smooth motions. I sobbed aloud.
“Yes,” I cried. My stomach tightened, clenched.
His tongue continued its delicious torture, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. His shadows hugged every inch of my skin. They tightened around my breasts, my throat, the tender skin of my wrists.
When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he slid his fingers to my core, teasing at my entrance. With a glance at my face and a swipe of his tongue, he pressed a long, slender finger into me.
I clenched around the intrusion. It felt so good. So right.
A garbled cry left my lips. I wordlessly begged for more.
He pressed another finger into my body, fucking me slowly. My eyes were glued to the sight—to the god between my legs, devouring me while he worked me with his fingers. My blood absolutely boiled, release threatening to pull me under.
He glanced up, meeting my gaze. His eyes bored into mine, white hot and simmering.
I was suddenly desperate to touch his skin, to feel his cock inside of me. I tugged at the shadows uselessly.
With a sharp roll of his tongue and a pump of his fingers, he shoved me over the edge. Stars danced in my vision, and my eyes squeezed shut as tremors shook my entire body. The pleasure sucked the air from my lungs.
He kept fucking me with his fingers, slow and languid.
My limbs jerked and twitched as the mind-shattering orgasm receded, and my core began to tighten anew.
Pleasure began rebuilding. “Wait,” I begged. I was desperate to please him, to shove his undershorts aside, grasp his cock and—
“Again. Let me take care of you,” he said firmly.
My knees weakened. “I can’t—”
“You can. And you will. Right now, your body is mine. You will do as I ask—and you’ll love it. Won’t you?” His mouth returned to my core, now overstimulated. It felt so good it was almost painful.
His fingers stretched me slowly, rhythmically.
My face screwed up. “Yes,” I whispered.
It didn’t take long for him to bring me to the edge again and send me falling. The orgasm was quick and brutal, tearing through me and leaving me feeling shattered.
Finally, he slipped his fingers from me. I felt desperately empty.
He rose to his feet, a satisfied smirk on his face.
I fought to catch my breath.
When his shadows released my arms, they fell uselessly to my sides, and my legs buckled. Strong arms scooped me up before I could fall.