Page 73 of Wings of Shadow
The single word nearly shatters me. My control frays, unraveling at the seams. With a predator’s grin, I drive into her relentlessly, each thrust branding her, staking my claim.
Our bodies collide, the slick heat between us igniting like a struck match. The air thickens, humid with our ragged gasps, our moans blending into the warm hush of the room.
Her nails scrape along the green baize, a sharp contrast to the velvet friction between us. She cries my name like a plea, like a prayer.
“I’m... so... close...” she whimpers, her voice breaking at the brink of ecstasy.
“You’ll only come when I say so.” My tone is harsher now, unwavering. “Do you understand?”
“Uh-huh,” she moans.
A low, rumbling growl of approval rolls through my chest as she obeys without question—there’s no feeling in the world like the sight of her surrendering to my will.
“You’ll take every command I give you—because you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” I slow, dragging my hands over her sweat-slicked skin, teasing. The very tips of my fingers brush her trembling thighs, so close yet just out of reach.
“Tell me what you want, Liebes,” I murmur in her ear, my voice a deep, gravelly promise.
She writhes against me, desperate. “More,” she whimpers. “I want... more.”
A growl vibrates in my chest, thick with hunger.
I slip out of her and haul her against me, her slick skin molding to mine. Her legs wrap around my waist on instinct, her breath hot against my throat.
The electricity between us crackles, charging the air as I lift her, her slender frame weightless in my grasp.
She moves first—her body sinking onto mine, taking me in one smooth, greedy motion. A strangled sound rips from my throat.
I carry her to the couch, lowering her slowly, savoring every pulse and clench around me before settling down, her thighs straddling my hips. Her fingers drag down my chest, nails scoring, marking. She rocks against me, her pace torturous, teasing.
“Oh, Kaisner...” she moans, my name unraveling on her tongue, “harder... faster...”
A muscle twitches in my jaw. I grip her hips, take control.
Her gasp turns into a cry as I drive into her, our rhythm a feral, frantic collision of bodies and breath.
She shudders, her moans laced with delirium as I lift her higher, changing the angle, forcing her to take me even deeper.
With a snarl, I shift, pressing her against the leather, hoisting her legs over my shoulders. Her breath hitches—half surprise, half surrender.
A dark, primal urge overtakes me, obliterating restraint.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I murmur, dragging the words over her skin like silk.
I thrust into her, harder, deeper, wrenching a strangled cry from her lips, her hands scrambling for purchase against the couch.
“Moan for me, Liebes,” I growl, voice husky, full of dark satisfaction. “Don’t you dare hold back. I want to hear every filthy sound you make.”
Clarissa’s cries of pleasure shatter the silence, echoing off the high ceilings like a hymn to the divine. I increase my pace, pistoning my hips into hers with wild abandon, our bodies connecting with an untamed intensity that defies reason.
Her walls tighten around me, a perfect vice, her back arching as her head falls against the cushions. She’s close—so close. I can feel it as she trembles, as her breath stutters and her fingers clutch desperately at my skin.
“Come for me,” I rasp, my voice rough, commanding. “Let go. Let me see how pretty you look when you break.”
A fractured moan breaks from her lips, a sound torn between surrender and ecstasy. And then it happens—her release washes over her like a tidal wave, taking us both under its powerful current.
Her body seizes around me, muscles pulsing, waves of pleasure rolling through her in a breathtaking display of abandon. Her nails dig into my back, hard enough to mark, to claim. I welcome the sting. I want it. Her imprint on me.
Her climax triggers mine, the intensity of her unraveling dragging me over the edge with her. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, a groan ripping from my chest as I empty into her, my entire body throbbing with the force of it. The world tilts, reality narrowing to the exquisite pressure of her, the way we fit together, the way we fall apart and come undone as one.
