Page 57 of Crown of Storm and Silence
I don't give her time to recover, my shadows joining the assault, wrapping around her wrists to pin them above her head while other tendrils tease her nipples. She's completely at my mercy again, spread wide on my throne, her body glistening with sweat and glowing with that ethereal light.
"If you could see yourself, you were perfect, you came for me so beautifully, but I'm not done with you yet."
The mirrors reflect her thoroughly debauched state—hair wild, skin flushed, thighs trembling. My shadows continue the assault, pinching her nipples and continue stroking her swollen clit. I stand up and finally release my cock from my pants, and take it in my palm. I am aching everywhere; my body is desperate for relief. Nesilhan lowers her eyes down to my raging shaft, glistening with pre cum, she parts her lips and then swallows hard. Fuck, I'm going to shatter the second I enter her, so I start moving my palm over it.
"You come at my command, Nesilhan," I growl, and start pumping my cock while my shadows stroke and probe her dripping pussy. Her light magic erupts as my shadows are like tentacles, spreading her wide open and fucking her at the same time. My own control shatters, savage heat rushes through every part of me as I wank myself off, pinning her with my gaze as the shattering darkness embraces the throne room. "Now, Nesilhan, now come for me, come with me."
And she does without question or hesitation. My shadows keep fucking her while her third orgasm breaks, an animalistic roar escapes my lips. She screams loudly, her fingers white from pressing over the throne, and I move closer, ejaculating all over her chest, covering her perky nipples with my cum. The pressure between my eyes is gone while the most relentless and intense orgasm shatters me.
"Fuck... fuck, you're going to end my eternal life,hatun," I say, falling on my knees in front of her, breathing hard, trying to understand why this woman has managed to grip my black heart and hold it for ransom. She's going to be my end.
"Three," she says, her voice breaking as she strokes my hair with her hand. "This was... I can't even put it into words, Kaan."
Several heartbeats later, I feel the baby move, and I put both of my palms on her stomach, making a connection. I listen to the heartbeat as blood drums in my ears. I stay like that for a littlewhile, my whole body is aching to be inside her now, but I can't seem to pull away from the life we both created, now moving in the womb. Then I lift my head and I meet her glossed-over gaze. I smile at her wickedly.
"One more,hatun," I command, rising to my feet with assessing grace. "But this time, I want you against the mirror."
Before she can protest, I'm lifting her from the throne, carrying her to the largest mirror, and pressing her naked body against the cool glass. My hands frame her face, forcing her to look at our reflection—her flushed, desperate form pressed against my body. She is so beautiful, her cheeks flushed, lips swollen, nipples still hard. She is glowing as her light magic pulses between us. She's the only one who can tame the wild darkness that spreads through my cells.
"Watch," I growl in her ear, my hand sliding down to cup her between her legs. "Watch yourself come apart one last time."
My fingers find her swollen clit, circling with devastating intent while my other hand palms her breast roughly. She's so sensitive now that the lightest touch makes her cry out, her back arching as pleasure crashes through her. She stares at me in the reflection as I rub her clit with my fingers. My cock is hard again, poking her in her ass.
"You're such a good wife for your husband, look how you shatter for me, Nesilhan," I say, as I continue to massage her clit, circling it with my thumb as her breathing becomes heavy, labored.
"Kaan, I can't anymore, please stop," she whispers, her voice breaking. I smile at her and thrust two fingers inside her, then my shadows lift her hands above her head, securing them tightly so she can't touch me.
"Of course you can, my sweet, you're almost there. Don't deny me this, one last time, you're doing so well," I tell her, praising and instantly seeing how much wetter she gets, howeager she becomes. I pound my fingers into her, then kiss her neck, then slide my tongue over her collarbone. She pants, sobs as she comes for me again, this time her light magic compresses the darkness. Nesilhan shatters, elevating on ecstasy as I drink all of her light in. Her body is trembling as I keep fucking her at her peak.
"KAAN," she screams my name, nearly collapsing, but I hold her tightly, then grab her chin and kiss her, devouring her mouth slowly.
"Four," she whispers, her voice breaking on the word as tears stream down her face, her body convulsing against the mirror.
Only then do I relent, gathering her trembling form into my arms as she comes down from the heights I've driven her to. She curls against my chest like a cat seeking warmth, her breathing gradually returning to normal.
"I love you," I whisper into her hair, the admission torn from somewhere deep in my chest. "Only you. Always you."
"I don't remember," she says softly, her voice thick with tears and satisfaction. "But something in me recognizes this. Recognizes you."
"That's enough," I murmur, pressing a kiss to her temple. "For now."
The dream begins to fade around us, but I hold onto this moment—her pliant form in my arms, the taste of her pleasure on my lips, the way she said my name like a prayer when I made her fall apart.
Tomorrow, there will be other battles to fight. Her brother's poison words to counter, Sinan's continued existence to tolerate, and the growing threat of my father's interest in our impossible child.
But tonight, in the space between sleeping and waking, she is mine completely. And that will have to be enough to sustain me through whatever darkness lies ahead.
Because I am her husband, the father of her child, and the monster who would burn down creation itself before I let anyone take her from me again.
No matter who tries.
19
The Nest
Nesilhan
I wakewith the taste of shadows on my lips and the phantom sensation of Kaan's hands still burning against my skin. The dream clings to me like silk, every touch, every whispered command still echoing through my body with devastating clarity. My pulse races not with fear, but with a satisfaction so deep it reaches into my very bones.
