Page 43 of Wings of Shadow
“You are mine,” I growl, my hands gripping her hips possessively. “And I will have you, in every way imaginable.”
She moans softly, her eyes dark with desire. “Yes... I want that... I want… you.”
Her words dissolve into a breathy whimper as I follow her fantasy, brushing my lips along her collarbone, savoring the way she melts beneath me.
“I know what you crave,” I whisper into her ear, my breath teasing her heated skin. “You want me to make you feel things no one else can… to unlock a world so forbidden it would leave you trembling for more.”
At this, her legs quiver ever so slightly, and she exhales my name—a prayer, a plea. It takes every ounce of my will not to claim her here and now. Instead, I cup her jaw, my thumb grazing her parted lips.
“Touch yourself for me tonight,” I growl, the command a velvet chain wrapped in fire. “Slip those delicate fingers beneath the sheets and pretend they’re mine—tracing, teasing… driving you to the edge and holding you there until you’re breathless with need.”
“Es würde mir so viel bedeuten.” It would mean so much to me, I purr in my mother tongue. My voice softens, a rasp against her pulse. “Let me own your pleasure… even when I’m not there to taste it.”
With agonizing reluctance, I drag my hand away. As much as I ache to fulfill each of her fantasies, not here. Not like this. She deserves more than a fleeting indulgence. Du schöne, dir gehört nur das Beste... Only the best for my beautiful treasure.
“Kaisner,” she gasps, breathless.
“Go on,” I encourage, my voice a low growl. “Think of how those fingertips would dance over your heated flesh, just like mine would, when I claim you with a hunger that knows no limits. Let your thoughts drown in my touch, as I tease and worship your body.”
Her breathing quickens, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrenders to my words. I can almost perceive the heat radiating from her, the dampness her desire would leave behind. My entire being aches to be there with her, to savor the proof of her longing.
“Think of me,” I growl, my voice thick with need, “as you slip inside your sweet folds. How wet you’d be for me alone. Imagine it’s my tongue, lapping at your nectar like the finest ambrosia.”
Her chest rises and falls, the rhythm of her breath betraying the fire building inside her. I can envision her hand moving beneath the duvet, pressing her body with mounting urgency. The thought ignites something primal within me, my suit pants straining against my aching length.
She unravels before me—beautiful, uncontainable—more exquisite than any gilded ornament adorning the Opera’s grand halls.
“Faster,” I command, the words a raw growl that slips past my lips without control. “Picture my fingers plunging deep inside you, stretching you open for what’s to come.”
She whimpers at the thought, and I can barely hold myself together. The image of her forefinger disappearing into her wetness threatens to undo me.
“That’s it,” I groan, my voice rough as gravel. “Moan for me, meine Liebe... Let me hear how much you crave your Kaisner.”
I tighten my grip on the balcony’s railing, bracing myself in our precarious reality—both in this moment and the danger that looms. One wrong move, and everything could come crashing down around us, like dominoes toppling in a chaos of our own making.
We stand at the edge of the unimaginable, not just a fleeting encounter, but a spark that could ignite a fire so fierce it would leave our world in ashes if anyone found out.
The union of a Drachenstein and a Draken? It would be unprecedented—an earth-shattering disruption in the fragile power dynamics of our supernatural society. For centuries, our families have been rivals, each vying for supremacy in the shadowed realm we both inhabit.
Her response is a soft, desperate moan, and my knees nearly buckle at the sound. I shut my eyes, my breath ragged as I fight to hold on to the last remnants of restraint. Every inch of me aches to lose myself in her warmth, to claim her under the cold, unyielding gaze of the stars. But I know we cannot risk it—not yet. Not when everything is at stake.
“I can’t take much more without you,” she finally pants out. The thought of her hand working herself into a frenzy is my undoing. I clutch the balcony railing harder, my fingers pressing into the stone until it seems the only thing grounding me.
“Kaisner!”
I open my eyes, our gazes meeting like two celestial bodies destined for collision. The fire in her stare mirrors the one raging in me, and in that instant, I’m lost—completely undone.
Our lips crash together with an intensity that shatters all our attempts at restraint. We devour each other’s mouths, tongues twisting in a fevered, forbidden dance.
Gasping for air, we break apart just long enough to catch our breath before our lips meet again, this time with a desperate hunger. My tongue slides into the slit of her mouth, and as we surrender to the flames of passion, we teeter on the edge of reason itself. Never before have I felt such a ravenous desire for another. This—this is a fire that consumes me from within, one that can only be extinguished by her.
I stand here, trapped in a devastating realization. This devouring blaze sparked by her presence—it’s burning through my carefully laid plans, threatening to turn my ambitions to ash. But can I allow myself to fail now, when I’m so close?
For so long, I’ve walked the path of shadows, my every move calculated, each piece positioned with meticulous care. But now...
My fingers trace the delicate line of her jaw, marveling at how something so gentle could shatter years of resolve.
As we part, my forehead brushes against hers, and my hands glide up her neck, gently cupping her face. “Clarissa,” I manage, my voice barely above a rasp. The burden of my dark secrets presses against my chest, demanding release, and the next words spill from my lips without hesitation. “There’s something you must know?—”
