Page 33 of Crown of Storm and Silence
"You're glowing," he murmurs against my skin, his voice filled with wonder. "Your light responds to my touch."
I look down to see golden radiance flowing from my skin wherever his lips have been, painting patterns of warmth and desire across my body. The sight should terrify me, but instead it feels right—like this is how it's always supposed to be between us.
"Kaan," I whisper, my hands tangling in his dark hair as he continues his journey downward. His stubble drags over my skin, a delicious abrasion that contrasts with the softness of his mouth. My thighs fall open instinctively, heart pounding against my ribs like a war drum.
"Say it again," he commands, his mouth hot against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. "Say my name like you used to—like it belongs on your lips."
"Kaan," I breathe, and the word seems to unlock something between us. The golden light intensifies, wrapping around both of us like silken threads.
His shadows respond to my light, dancing and weaving through the radiance until we're surrounded by a tapestry of darkness and illumination that defies everything I thought I knew about magic. Light and shadow shouldn't be able to coexist like this, shouldn't be able to create something so beautiful together.
But it's when he settles between my thighs that I truly understand what's happening. This isn't just desire—it's recognition. My body, my magic, my very soul knows him with an intimacy that transcends memory.
There’s a sacred violence in the way he touches me, as though each kiss is a claim and every lick a vow.
"Let me taste you," he murmurs, his breath hot against my most sensitive flesh. "Let me remind you what it feels like to come apart for me."
His tongue flicks out, teasing the seam of my folds, parting them with reverence and greed. He groans when he finds me wet, dragging his tongue slowly from the bottom of my slit to the throbbing bud at the top, savoring me. His hands spread me wider, thumbs pressing into the creases of my thighs as his mouth latches onto my clit and sucks—hard.
The first touch of his tongue makes me cry out, my back arching off the grass as pleasure crashes over me in waves. His shadows join the assault, caressing and stroking with inhuman skill while his mouth works magic that defies every rational thought.
One tendril of darkness wraps around my wrists, not restraining but anchoring me as another traces patterns along my ribs, my breasts, everywhere he can't touch with his mouth. The sensation is overwhelming—silk and smoke and something darker that makes my blood sing with need.
A third shadow slithers lower, curling beneath my ass, lifting my hips toward his mouth while another flicks across my nipple, tugging with just enough pressure to make me whimper. He moans into my pussy, the sound vibrating through me as his tongue pushes lower, circling my entrance before plunging inside.
"You taste like starlight," he growls against me, the vibration of his voice sending shockwaves through my nervous system. "Like everything I've been dying for these past five months."
This is wrong. This is impossible. But I can't bring myself to care when his tongue finds that perfect spot and circles with deliberate precision that speaks of intimate knowledge. He knows exactly how to touch me, exactly what drives me wild, and he uses that knowledge with devastating effect.
His tongue flicks faster now, alternating with slow, devastating licks and rapid suckling that makes my thighs tremble around his head. One finger slides inside me, thick and unrelenting, curling upward until it hits that spot that makes me scream. Then another joins it, scissoring me open as his mouth latches onto my clit again and drags me brutally toward the edge.
"Kaan, please," I gasp, my hips rising to meet his mouth as shadows continue their sensual torment.
"Please what?" he asks, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes. His own are dark with desire, flames dancing in their depths. "Tell me what you want,hatun. Tell me what you need."
"I don't—I can't—" The words dissolve into a moan as his tongue finds me again, this time with a focused intensity that makes my vision blur.
"Come for me," he commands against my flesh, and my body obeys with embarrassing eagerness.
The orgasm tears through me with obliterating power, making me sob his name as I shatter completely. Golden light explodes from my skin, so bright it turns the dream landscape white for a moment before settling into a warm glow that makes the grass beneath us shimmer like precious metal.
I feel myself clench around his fingers, feel the wetness spill out of me, messy and uncontrollable. But he doesn’t flinch—he drinks it like it’s ambrosia, groaning like he’s starving.
But he doesn't stop, doesn't give me time to recover before his mouth and shadows are driving me toward another peak. If anything, my climax seems to encourage him, his ministrations becoming more focused, more determined.
His tongue flattens against my clit while his fingers thrust harder, faster, ruthless now as he chases my next release like a man possessed. Another shadow wraps around my throat—not tight, just a pressure, a reminder that I’m completely, utterly his.
"Again," he growls, his teeth grazing my inner thigh with just enough pressure to send sparks through my nervous system. "I want to feel you come apart again. I want to watch you glow with pleasure."
His shadows wrap more tightly around me now, one sliding between my breasts to tease my nipples while another traces lazy patterns along my spine. The sensation is maddening—too much and not enough all at once.
One coils between my legs, teasing the slick skin just behind his fingers, circling my other entrance. He doesn't press inside—just teases it, threatens it, and that’s enough to make my orgasm spiral closer, harder.
"I can't," I whimper, but even as I say it, I can feel another climax building deep in my core.
"You can," he says with absolute certainty. "You were made for this, made for me. Let go, Nesilhan. Let me see you fall apart."
Another finger joins the others, stretching me wider, filling me so completely it aches. His tongue never stops. He’s orchestrating me like a symphony of sin.
