Page 42 of Wings of Shadow
With those words, my control finally shatters.
I claim her mouth, my hunger no longer something I can temper. Her kiss answers mine with equal ferocity—heat and hesitation colliding in a storm that threatens to swallow us whole.
When we part, I’m drunk on her taste, her scent, the feel of her body pressed against mine. My hands roam her curves, committing every inch of her to memory. I pull back slightly, needing to see her face, her flushed cheeks, swollen lips. The look in her eyes—desire, wonder, and a flicker of hesitation—sends a fresh wave of heat through me. I’ve dreamed of this moment, but the reality far exceeds any fantasy.
“There’s something about you,” she murmurs. “Something... intoxicating. You make me feel so reckless.”
The words ignite a primal hunger within me, one I’ve fought to contain since I first laid eyes on her. “And you, mein Lamm,” I respond, my voice husky with desire. “You make me feel… alive. Something I haven’t felt in a long time.”
I brush a stray lock of hair from her face, my fingers lingering on her soft skin, savoring the smoothness. The fire between us is a living, breathing force, threatening to consume us both. But I know I must tread carefully. Clarissa is precious, delicate—a rare flower I ache to possess, but fear crushing with my eagerness.
I inhale deeply, reining in my instincts. Our connection is too significant to rush. Instead, I decide to leave her with a memory, one that will haunt her dreams and call her back to me.
I lock my gaze onto hers, my voice low, rough with heat. “When you’re alone tonight, I want you to remember this moment—every breath, every look.” I let the pause hang, just long enough to make her ache for more. “Think of me, and how good it’ll feel when I finally take you apart.”
A shiver courses through her, and I see her nipples harden beneath the silk of her gown. She shudders. “I... I don’t think we should talk about this.”
“Oh, baby girl... I insist,” I murmur, voice dark with intent. “Close your eyes. Let your mind wander. Picture me right here—my body pressed to yours, my breath on your neck.” I step in, slow and deliberate, until we’re flush. “Take in my scent. Feel what it does to you. That ache? That’s mine now.”
Her breath catches as she inhales deeply, drawing in my musky essence—a heady blend of aged leather and exotic spices. “Kaisner... I shouldn’t...”
“Mmm... but you want to,” I murmur, tracing a fingertip down her collarbone. Her eyelids flutter closed, and a soft moan escapes her lips as she surrenders to the desire growing between us.
“Yes.” She exhales, her voice ragged. “And I do... I do think about those... forbidden things.”
Her admission is like a flame to tinder, igniting the inferno within me. I growl low in my throat, overcome with longing, I tilt her chin upward, our lips mere inches apart. “Tell me, what do you fantasize about when you’re alone in your room? Do you think about me... touching you... worshipping every curve of your exquisite body?”
A blush rises to her cheeks, but she summons the courage to bare her most intimate desires. “I... think about your hands,” she whispers, her voice trembling yet resolute. “They’re strong... skilled... knowing.”
I’m aroused by the vivid scenes that her words conjure.
My hands roam freely, tracing the gentle curves that drive me wild. “Like this?” I whisper, my fingers gliding, tantalizing.
She nods, her breath hitching as my touch grows bolder. “Yes... just like that.”
I lean in, with slow intention, until my lips graze the shell of her ear—not a kiss, just a claim waiting to be made.
“Tell me, Liebes…” I whisper, voice thick with hunger, smoke and command entwined. “When you imagine my touch—what do you see?”
I pause. Sense the breath catch in her throat.
“No lies,” I add, darker now, lips barely brushing her skin. “Because if you won’t speak your fantasies… I’ll have no choice but to drag them from you. Inch by inch.”
She heaves a stuttered breath, her body trembling against mine.
“Your lips... on mine,” she confesses, her voice barely a whisper. “Claiming me... possessing me... Trailing hot kisses down my neck... between my breasts... and lower...”
Unable to resist any longer, I capture her lips in a searing kiss, pouring all my desire and longing into it. She responds eagerly, her hands tangling in my hair as she pulls me closer, deepening the kiss.
Our bodies press together, the heat between us intensifying with each passing moment. I trail kisses down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin, the way she arches against me.
“Tell me more,” I demand, my voice raw with restraint.
“I—I imagine you parting my thighs… moving between them… Oh gods!” A low cry spills from her lips as I perform her narration to the letter, my hand gliding underneath her skirt.
“Mm… I want to be inside you right now,” I groan, the thought unraveling my control. “Helplessly lost in your welcoming warmth. Watching your face twist in pleasure as I devour every part of you… Every moan, every whimper, only for me.”
She bites her lower lip, her body a shuddering canvas of longing.
