Page 52 of Dark Angel

I’m loath to share her, to expose this private world we've created to the harsh light of reality. If I had my way, I’d take her to the deepest bowels of my cave and never let her free. Tonight, this playroom is my cave and it will have to do. Here, in this secluded space, Rayne and I exist in a bubble of intimacy and exploration—a place where I can be both the master and the student, learning the contours of her desires even as I confront the complexities of my own heart.

It's a delicate balance, a dance of power and surrender, and with every whispered word and lingering touch, I'm drawn deeper into its spell. Rayne, blindfolded and trusting, is both my canvas and my muse, inspiring a tenderness and passion I didn't know I was capable of.

Pulling her to her feet, I cup her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and rolling her nipples between my fingers until they pebble. She arches into my touch with a soft moan, her hips rocking in a silent plea for more.

Patience, I remind myself, even as my erection strains against my jeans. I want to drive into her and claim what's mine in the most primal way, but I restrain my baser urges.

There's pleasure to be found in the journey, not just the destination. My power notes that every movement, both hers and mine, takes me further away from the horror that usually consumes my libido and tucks that nugget away for future consideration.

I trail kisses down her torso, circling her navel with my tongue before moving lower. Her scent intensifies, a mix of arousal and anticipation tinged with a hint of trepidation. She shudders, a silent admission that she's never been explored with such care. A surge of satisfaction ripples through me, my power resonating with this newfound connection.

My fingers trace her folds, swollen and slick with need. "So wet for me already. I've barely touched you."

A flush creeps over her chest and neck, deepening the richness of her gorgeous tawny skin. Her teeth nip at her lower lip again, drawing my attention back and amplifying her allure.

"No hiding from me. I want to witness every shudder of pleasure, hear each cry I elicit from you." A sudden insight strikes me—her vocal expressions help silence the relentless horrors in my mind. The discordant emotions roiling through our connection scream that Rayne is still holding back. "I need to hear you.” I give my voice a commanding edge, demanding her complete surrender.

Her breath catches as I expose her further, laying her bare to my intense scrutiny. I blow softly against her clit, and she jerks in reaction, a strangled moan that resonates deep within me tears from her throat. It's a revelation of how deeply in sync we are, how her body instinctively responds to my touch. A sharp jerk, a strangled moan rips from her throat—a sound that resonates within me, obliterating all else.

"Please, I need?—"

I silence her plea with a firm nip to her inner thigh. "You'll take what I choose to give." A resolute thought fortifies my resolve: Tonight, I make you irrevocably mine.

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RAYNE

The silk of the blindfold caresses my skin, plunging me into darkness. I'm at his mercy, the world reduced to sensation and sound. My heart thunders in my ears, a mix of excitement and nerves. This is new territory, and every part of me is alert, waiting for his next move.

His finger traces my jawline, sending shivers down my spine. "So beautiful. So mine." His words are possessive, and a part of me rebels against them. But another part, the part that's drawn to Jaden in ways I can't explain, finds comfort in them. It's confusing and thrilling all at once.

I'm not used to letting go like this, to surrendering control. My whole life has been about self-reliance, about building walls to keep people out. But here, with Jaden, those walls seem less important, more transparent. His touch and voice are dismantling my defenses, and I'm not sure how I feel about that.

I want to push back, to assert my independence, but his touch ignites something within me that craves more. I feel vulnerable and exposed, yet a part of me revels in it. The power dynamic between us is shifting, and it's both terrifying and exhilarating.

I can't see him, but I can feel his presence, a commanding force that demands my attention. We're dancing on the edge of something profound, a precipice of emotion and desire. I'm teetering, caught between fear and longing, and I don't know which way I'll fall.

I'm aware of every breath, every heartbeat. My heightened senses are attuned to his every movement. The anticipation is maddening, a delicious torture that has me yearning for release. But I know he won't give it to me, not yet. He's in control, and I'm his to command.

And that's when it hits me—this is more than just physical. Jaden's speaking to me with his body, and I'm responding in kind. It's a conversation without words, a dialogue of touch and sensation. In this moment, in this darkness, I'm not just surrendering my body. I'm opening up parts of myself I didn't even know existed.

The realization is both terrifying and liberating. I'm exposed in a way I've never been before, not just physically, but emotionally. I push away the negative thoughts, the fears and doubts, and allow myself to sink into the passion. For now, I'm his, and that's all that matters.

The shift between us is pronounced, like a current charging the air. Anticipation and dread are a knotted mess inside me, making it hard to relax. I'm strung tight with the fear that I might freeze up. But deep down, it's not just fear; there's this craving too, a hunger for something more, something Jaden keeps pushing me towards.

Tonight, he's set his sights on hearing me. It's weird, considering he's usually Captain Silent Control. His quietness has two sides to it. On one hand, it's a relief—he doesn't make those gross, grunting noises like the scum from my past. But on the other, it's like a spotlight on me, making me hyper-aware of every little sound I make.

I worry that I’ll sound like the women in those porn movies Jaden watches late at night, trying to empty his mind. Totally fake. Yet the trepidation pulsing through our link suggests he needs to hear me. His entire focus is on my pleasure, a dedication I've never experienced before. It's more intoxicating than any high I've chased, a profound realization that leaves me reeling.

These thoughts whirl through my mind, a maelstrom of confusion and curiosity. But deep down, I know this is more than just about making noise; it's about breaking down barriers, about connecting on a level we haven't yet explored. It's a challenge I'm both eager and hesitant to accept.

I gasp as my body arches off the bed, Jaden's mouth capturing my clit, a tiny growl escaping him as his tongue sweeps through my juices. The surge of desire that bolts through me at this new experience is overpowering. No one has ever taken the time to explore my body like this. The sensations his tongue and lips elicit drown out the faint traces of embarrassment and shame. Pleasure builds, teetering on the edge of a peak I've never reached before. Jaden is relentless, his skilled ministrations leaving me breathless with anticipation.

"Jaden." I pant his name as if it’s a plea, a prayer. My mind races, conflicting emotions surging through me. A part of me wonders if I'm insane for trusting this man—a killer. But there's a magnetic pull between us that defies logic, and I can't deny it any longer.

"Relax, Rayne.” His quiet voice is both commanding and soothing. "Give in to it."

It's terrifying and thrilling all at once. With a few deft movements, he lifts me from the floor and carries me to the bed. Before I have time to process what's happening, he secures the wrist cuffs to the bed, pulling my arms above my head. Restrained and blindfolded, I'm entirely at his mercy.

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