Page 112 of Crown of Storm and Silence
“I’m yours!” I scream, back arching, pussy spasming as I come—so hard I forget how to breathe.
He roars, hips jerking as he spills into me, cock pulsing deep in my pussy, his fingers in my ass, body shuddering with release.
He pulls me back against his chest, kissing my shoulder, his breath ragged.
“You’re mine,” he whispers. “And I’ll never let you go again.”
Below us, the garden moans on. But nothing touches me now except him.
My mate. My king.
My monster.
And I would burn for him a thousand times more.
37
The Shadow’s Claim
Kaan
Her cunt still pulsesaround nothing as I hold her slick body against my chest, our ragged breathing the only sound louder than the orgy raging below. Sweat slicks our skin, her juices coat my fingers, and I can smell her arousal mixing with the copper-sweet scent of blood from the garden’s violent pleasures.
“Fuck, the way you screamed my name,” I growl against her throat, my voice raw with possession. “Every demon in this realm knows who owns this perfect cunt now.”
My teeth find her pulse point, biting hard enough to mark while she trembles against me. The poison is gone—burned away by her light—and my shadows surge with pure, hungry darkness instead of corruption. They want to touch, to claim, to remind her exactly what belongs to them.
“Look at you,” I snarl, pulling back to drink in her debauched state. “Dripping down your thighs, lips swollen from screaming. My perfect little whore.”
Her golden eyes blaze with heat that has nothing to do with shame and everything to do with the way her thighs clench at my crude words. Through our restored bond, I feel her hunger—raw, desperate, endless.
“More,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. “I need more, Kaan. I need you to fucking ruin me.”
Then she does something with her light magic, she brushes her light over my shaft, and after I realise that she has done some sort of cleansing spell, and then she gives me a knowing smirk. Before I can say anything, Nesilhan drops to her knees like she’s worshipping at an altar, and maybe she fucking is. Her small hands settle on my thighs.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” she breathes, staring up at me with eyes that burn gold in the darkness. “I want to taste myself on you while I suck you clean.”
Her crude words make my dick twitch, precum beading at the tip. “Look at my perfect little cocksucker,” I growl, fisting her hair and pulling her head back. “So desperate to service your husband. Show me how much you missed having your throat fucked.”
She whimpers at my rough handling, and I feel her cunt clench through our bond. She’s always been my perfect contradiction—light magic and assassin’s training, diplomatic grace and a whore’s hunger for degradation.
“Go ahead,askim,” I encourage, my thumb tracing her lower lip. “Show me what that beautiful mouth can do.”
She presses a reverent kiss to the head of my cock, her tongue darting out to taste the salt gathered there. The sensation makes me groan, my grip tightening in her hair as she begins to work in earnest.
“Fuck, just like that,” I breathe as she takes me deeper, her lips stretching around my girth. “You remember exactly how I like it, don’t you?”
She hums in response, the vibration sending shockwaves through my system. Her hands work what her mouth can’t take, stroking with perfect pressure while her tongue works magic along my length.
“Such a good girl,” I praise, my free hand tracing the line of her jaw as she works. “Taking me so well. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to worship your husband’s cock.”
The crude words make her moan around me, her thighs rubbing together as wetness builds between her legs. Through the bond, I feel her arousal spiking, fed by my praise and the filthy things I’m whispering.
Now that the poison is gone, my shadows respond to my desires with pure eagerness. Dark tendrils creep across the balcony floor, reaching for her kneeling form with silk-soft caresses. She gasps as they find her, wrapping around her thighs, her waist, teasing at the wetness between her legs.
“Oh,” she breathes, pulling back to look up at me with wonder. “They’re not cold anymore.”
“The poisonous darkness is gone,” I confirm, watching as my shadows caress her skin with reverent attention. “Now they can touch you the way they were meant to—with love instead of hunger.”
