Page 184 of Duskbound

"What a way to go, though," I whispered, drawing another rich laugh from him before I moved my hand back down his cock. As he raised his head, something behind his eyes seemed to crack.

Suddenly, he was sitting up, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulled my leg up over his shoulder and dragged me towards him. A predatory look had replaced the humor from seconds ago.

His grip tightened on my thigh, his other hand between my legs, positioning himself at my entrance. "You're so wet for me," he breathed, voice raw.

A whimper escaped my throat as he pushed the head of his cock inside me—just enough to make me crave more. I opened my mouth to beg, but he simply stared down at me, something feral in his expression. Then he pulled back with a groan. Everything about the angle of his frame was raw and unrestrained, teetering on the edge of something dangerous. He continued this silent torture, his eyes darkening with every movement until he stilled.

"I plan on ravaging you," his words came out rough as his hand tightened on my ankle, "until you can't remember anything but my name."

And in one fluid motion, he slammed into me, rocking my body against the sheets as I cried out. A groan rumbled throughhim as his hand found my hip. He pulled back, only pausing for a few seconds before he buried every single inch inside me.

Again.

And Again.

His movements were relentless, each thrust driving deeper than the last. The position left me completely at his mercy, my leg hooked over his shoulder as control began snapping behind those golden eyes.

The bed frame protested beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall with each devastating motion. His fingers dug into my hip, keeping me exactly where he wanted as my body trembled beneath him. If this was how stars died—in fire and fury and perfect destruction—then let me blaze with them until there’s nothing left but the endless dark.

The shadows flowing from him seemed to pulse with our shared need, dimming the room until there was nothing but us, nothing but this perfect moment of connection.

"The sounds you make," he growled, his voice ragged. "I want to hear more." His grip tightened on my leg, adjusting the angle until a feral moan tore from my throat, and he locked himself in place, pounding into me faster.

"That's it," he breathed, watching my reaction with those impossibly dark eyes. "But you're still not screaming yet." Liquid fire flooded me as he grabbed my free leg and hooked it over his other shoulder. His thrusts never eased as he pressed his hands against my thighs until they nearly touched my chest.

The pressure was building to something almost unbearable, each movement pushing me closer to that perfect edge.

"Aether," I gasped, my fingers clawing at his arms.

"I know," he groaned, the last vestiges of his control starting to fray. "I can feel how close you are." The shadows around us rushed through me, matching his increasingly urgent pace until I haltedthem, my mind going sharp as I redirected them back into his void burns.

The moan that escaped him nearly had me coming undone.

We were both monsters in our own way, both touched by darkness and marked by powers neither of us understood, not fully. Maybe that's why this felt so right, so perfectly and completely fated. Like finding the missing piece of a shattered blade.

The sight of him above me, completely lost in pleasure, had me spiraling toward that precipice. His usually pushed-back hair fell in his face, sweat glistening on his chest as he pressed my legs back even further, leaning over me until I was gasping.

The new angle had me seeing stars, each thrust hitting deeper than before. Every inch of me felt electrified, burning wherever his skin touched mine. My body sang for him in ways I never knew possible, like some part of me had been waiting for this. Exactly this.

"You're perfect," he breathed, voice strained with effort. "So perfect—taking all of me like this."

His voice, usually so controlled, wassorough with need. It did things to me I couldn't explain. Maddening, intoxicating things. It made me want to prove him right.

My hands grabbed for his arms, feeling his muscles flex beneath my fingers, my nails digging into him. The pressure built to something almost unbearable as he slammed into me.

Over.

Andover.

"Please," I begged, though I barely recognized my own voice. "Aether, I need..."

"Tell me," he demanded, though his own voice was ragged. "Tell me what you need."

“Fall with me,” I breathed, and suddenly, he slowed, replacing speed with pure force. It was beautiful, electrifying torment as I felt every glorious inch of his cock invade me, taking my sanitywith it. I was trembling on the edge of that oblivion again. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire as his hands tensed around my thighs—as a low groan rumbled through him.

"Come for me," he growled, his golden eyes burning into mine. "I want to feel you lose yourself."

My back arched off the bed as pleasure tore through me, my toes curling, my mind going deliciously blank. Ecstasy raked across my core, each wave threatening to pull me under. The sensation of darkness flooding me while he filled me was devastating—like being consumed and remade all at once. The shadows seemed to splinter through my veins until I was falling apart around him. Let me shatter. Let me break. He would catch every piece.

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