Page 57 of Wings of Shadow
“I love that sound,” I murmur, dragging my knuckles down her trembling body. “But I’m not done tasting you.”
And I’m not.
I drop to my knees again, mouth returning to her like worship, like sin, tongue relentless now—merciless. She’s crying out, begging, writhing under the weight of sensation, and still I don’t let her fall.
Not until I make her break.
Her thighs clamp around my head, a choked sob of my name escaping her, and that’s when I finally let her have it.
“Now,” I growl. “Let go for me, Clarissa. I’ve got you.”
And she does.
She shatters like glass in my arms—beautiful, fierce, undone. Her cries echo through the room, her body convulsing in wave after wave of pleasure as I hold her through the storm, mouth still tasting, claiming, owning.
When I rise, she’s breathless and glowing, her form slack against the marble, her chest heaving.
I lean over her, lips brushing her ear.
“That… was just the beginning,” I whisper. “I’m not finished until you can’t close your legs without thinking of me between them.”
Her dazed smile is all the encouragement I need. I claim her mouth in a searing kiss, my tongue sweeping deep, drinking her in like it’s the only thing keeping me alive. She’s intoxicating—softness and fire, melting against me.
My hand pins firmly her wrists above her head, the other, roams over her, tracing the dips and curves through the delicate silk of her dress, relishing in the way her breath hitches. She’s trembling, her body an instrument finely tuned to me, every gasp, every moan, a note in the symphony of her unraveling.
“Please,” she begs, tugging at my grip. “I need to touch you.”
A slow smile curls my lips against her throat. “That’s it, Liebes,” I murmur. “Feel it. The ache. The longing. Hold on to it. Savor it.”
I trail lower, fingers skimming the juncture of her thighs, pressing just enough to make her writhe in sweet agony. “Kaisner!”
I push her to the edge, pull her back again, each touch designed to drive her wild. She thrashes, whimpers, pleads, her body trembling beneath mine. My lips find her ear, my words a sinful whisper against fevered skin.
“When the time is right,” I promise, “when you’re ready for all of me... I’ll ruin you beautifully. Make you mine in every way that matters.”
She shudders, taut as a bowstring, her need a tangible force in the air. I gather her close, holding her in my arms as if I could shield her from everything beyond this moment.
“Soon, baby girl,” I murmur. “Soon, you’ll be all mine. And nothing—nothing—will stand between us.”
But even as I speak, a shadow lingers in the back of my mind. The spite of my enemies is only the beginning. A storm is coming, and I won’t let it touch her.
With a slow exhale, I release her. She lies there, lips swollen, breath unsteady, eyes glazed with pleasant exhaustion. I take in every detail, committing it to memory.
Then, I offer my hand. “Come. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I lead her through my office to the private washroom beyond—marble and gold reflecting the soft lamplight. The intimacy of the space makes everything more real, more dangerous. I watch her in the mirror as she smooths her hair, fixes her lipstick, each small gesture a reminder of what we’ve shared and what we’re both fighting to resist.
She takes my hand without hesitation as I guide her back through my office, past the scattered papers that bear witness to our passion.
I slide my shirt on over my shoulders, the fabric dragging against flesh marked by her touch. The scent of her clings to me—sweet, wicked temptation—and the ache of holding back still burns like wildfire under my skin. Every second of restraint had been a fucking crucible.
I turn to her, eyes hooded, voice low.
“I don’t take trust lightly, Clarissa.” My thumb grazes her cheek, lingering where my stubble scraped her flesh. “You gave yourself to me… and I’ll never forget it.”
I lean in, breath brushing her lips—close enough to kiss, cruel enough not to.
“But let’s be clear…” My smile turns dark, reverent. “What we started tonight? That was just a taste. The beginning of your undoing. And when you’re ready to fall deeper…” My eyes narrow, voice dropping to a vow. “I’ll be waiting to ruin you—completely.”
