Page 55 of Crown of Storm and Silence
When consciousness finds her again,she's standing in my throne room in the Shadow Court—not the crumbling ruin it became after her departure, but the magnificent hall it was during our brief, tumultuous marriage. Obsidian pillars stretch toward a vaulted ceiling painted with constellations that shift and dance with their own inner light. Shadows pool in the corners like living things, waiting for my command.
The fire in my veins sparks to life, spreading down to my groin, hardening my cock. She's exquisite, and tonight I'm going to make her remember exactly why the connection between us never ceased to exist.
Nesilhan is fucking beautiful, and it kills me that she's not giving me that defiant, enraged look that I am used to, her dark hair loose around her shoulders as she turns in a slow circle, taking in the impossible grandeur surrounding her.
"Where am I?" she asks, her voice echoing in the vast space.
"My throne room in the Shadow Court," I say, stepping out of the darkness behind her with sharp grace. "The heart of my realm, where I once ruled with you at my side."
"So this is where I was forced to live before?—"
"Nesilhan, don't fucking do it again," I growl, being so close to her, ready to tear her clothes apart and feast on her until she begs me to stop. It was just the kiss, but it drives me towards destruction.
Her eyes find mine, wide with confusion and growing awareness. "Don't do what... oh Kaan... yes, I won't, and I am sorry." She hesitates before she adds. "Is this another dream?"
Instead of answering directly, I move with shadow-enhanced speed. I pull her back against my chest, bringing her closer to me and inhaling the scent of her skin as she glows with light magic. I can't get used to not feeling the severed bond anymore. It's been months, but tonight I will make her experience what we used to have. The massive mirrors along the walls catch our reflection—her small form pressed against my larger frame, my fingers tangled in her dark locks with possessive authority.
"Look," I command, turning her to face the largest mirror while my throne looms behind us like a monument to power. "Look at yourself,hatun."
She glances up, her eyes widen as she sees her flushed cheeks, and my cock strains in my trousers. This woman isbreaking me slowly, deliberately, and she doesn't even know it yet.
"Kaan, I'm not sure about this—" she begins, but her protest dies when I twist her hair in my fist and move her face only inches from mine. Then I drag my hand over the center of her chest, and with one swift motion, I rip her dress, cupping her left breast in my palm. Nesilhan's pulse speeds up as I pinch her hardened nipple, then lower my mouth and lick it slowly. She lets go of a hollow breath.
"You are sure," I contradict with absolute certainty, my free hand moving to her stomach, resting there, and sensing the baby's movement. "Your body knows me, responds to me, even if the blood bond between us is severed. I can sense your desire,sevgilim. Feel how your pulse races, how your breathing changes when I touch you."
She parts her lips and blushes. I know she's not shy; she's far from it, but this new innocence caused by our severed bond drives me fucking crazy. I want to go fast, but I'm going to take my time with her tonight.
"I'm wet, kiss me," she pleads, her voice trembling with fear and something deeper, darker.
My smile in the mirror's reflection is all sharp edges and dangerous promises. "I'm going to do so much more than kiss you, I will break you slowly,sevgilim," I murmur against her ear, my breath hot against her skin as my finger continues to circle her left nipple, and she releases another sharp breath. "Piece by piece, touch by touch, until you forget every other man who's ever dared put his hands on what belongs to me. Until the only name on your lips is mine. Until you're on your knees begging me to stop."
18
The Claiming
Kaan
My shadows beginto move with purpose, sliding up her legs like silk ribbons, tugging at the torn fabric with deliberate patience. She gasps as more of her golden skin is revealed to the mirrors surrounding us. My shadows cup her pussy, pushing the hem of her panties away and sliding between her slit. I'm aware that because of this pregnancy, her senses are heightened, so every touch and every lick will make her delirious with need.
"Watch," I command, my voice rough with barely contained hunger. "Watch how your body remembers mine, even when your mind refuses to."
Before she can respond, I spin her around and crush my mouth to hers with savage need. Every bitter night without her, every moment I craved this taste, this surrender, burns between our lips. My hands fist in her hair, holding her exactly where I want her as I devour her mouth with savage intensity. Then I drag my tongue over her lower lip slowly, then bite it, and she moans into my mouth. My desire is rotten, savage as thepoisonous darkness inside me calls to make this rougher, rawer, but at the same time, I'm afraid to push it too far because of the baby-heir that grows in her womb.
She tries to pull back, to breathe, but I follow her retreat, my tongue sliding against hers with possessive demand. When she whimpers against my lips, the sound snaps what little control I have left.
"Fuck," I growl against her mouth, my teeth catching her bottom lip. "Do you have any idea how hard you make me, Nesilhan? What's it been like, watching you, wanting you, knowing another man dared to touch these lips?"
My shadows continue their work, exploring her already exposed skin with meticulous worship. She's naked before me, the torn remnants of her dress scattered on the ground. When the darkness pinches both her nipples, she gasps into my mouth, her body arching involuntarily.
"That's it," I breathe, my mouth soon replacing the shadows, sucking her nipples with rough possession, claiming each one with my tongue. She moans loudly, making me want to worship her for eternity. I'm fucking drunk on lust, my cock leaking pre-cum, but tonight it's all about her, only her. "Feel how your body knows its master,sevgilim. Feel how it responds only to me."
My shadows continue their intimate exploration, one tendril circling between her legs, caressing her rear entrance until she pants and whimpers in my arms.
"Please," she gasps, though whether she's begging me to stop or continue is unclear. I move my fingers to her heated center, rubbing the clit over and over in slow motions. She's so fucking wet for me already, her arousal dripping down my fingers.
"Please what?" I demand, my voice harsh with need. "Please fuck you until you scream my name? Please make you forget every other man who's ever looked at you?" My hand slidesdown to cup her between her legs. "Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind is too stubborn to admit it."
"Otur," I command against her lips, the word carrying absolute authority, then I pull away and press my hand to my raging hard on, panting for some air. "Sit."
