Page 25 of Crown of Light and Ashes
Her nails rake down my back, drawing blood as I establish a merciless rhythm. Each thrust forces small, broken sounds from her lips despite her obvious effort to remain silent. Her bottom lip is caught between her teeth, the soft flesh turning white under the pressure, a thin line of crimson appearing where she's broken skin.
Our magic clashes where our bodies join, shadow and light creating electric pulses that shoot up my spine. The sensation threatens to undo me immediately, my release building far too quickly. I grip the sheets beside her head, knuckles white, forcing myself to slow down even as every instinct screams to claim, to ruin, to mark.
"Let me hear you," I growl, angling my hips to hit deeper, pounding into her. For gods, I'm breaking. She feels better than I imagined, our bond getting stronger as I drive my shaft into her cunt.
Her head thrashes side to side, denial written across her features even as her thighs begin to tremble against mine. A moan escapes her defenses—barely audible but unmistakable. Victory surges through me.
I capture her wrists, pinning them above her head with shadows as my pace increases again. Her resistance is palpable, a physical thing I can taste in the air between us. But beneath it, the first involuntary flutter of her inner muscles betrays her, her body responding even as her mind rebels. A single tear tracks down her temple into her hair, whether from pleasure or hatred, I can't tell. Perhaps both.
And gods, I want both. I crave her resistance, crave the hatred.
My shadows explore her body, caressing and constraining, occasionally tightening around her throat when I want to see that particular mixture of fear and unwilling arousal flash through her eyes.
The blood bond grows stronger with every touch, every thrust. I know from my studies of ancient shadow magic that such bonds create shared sensations—pleasure, pain, and potentially even death. I can already feel it taking hold, anchoring our fates together in ways she doesn't yet understand. The bond amplifies everything, creating feedback loops of sensation that blur the boundaries between us. I can feel her hatred, her grief for her lost lover, Aslan, the man I killed before her eyes, her determination to kill me, and beneath it all, the treacherous response of her body to mine.
"Eyes on me," I growl when she tries to turn away again, so I slow down the pace, lower my head down and then lick the left nipple, then right, then suck it hard. "I want you to know exactly who's fucking you, exactly who you belong to now."
Her fingers dig into my shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marksas she pushes against me. The room fills with the sound of our ragged breathing, competing with the thunder of blood in my ears. Each movement between us sends ripples of shadow and light dancing across the walls—expanding, contracting, merging into patterns neither of us has ever created alone.
The bond between us pulses like a living thing, feeding on our conflict. Where our skin meets, tiny sparks of magic ignite, shadow and light colliding, neither yielding completely to the other. I watch her eyes—how they flash from defiance to confusion and back again, tracking the transformation of our separate powers into something new, something neither of us fully controls.
Through it all, I keep her gaze locked with mine, forcing her to acknowledge that her new husband is fucking her, claiming that tight cunt of hers and controlling her orgasm. Her hatred never wavers, but other emotions join it, unwilling pleasure, confusion, and beneath it all, a deep-seated rage that nearly matches my own.
"Say my name," I demand as I feel her body convulsing with ecstasy once again, responding despite her hatred. "Say it."
"Fuck you, go to hell!" she roars, golden eyes blazing with contempt even as her body arches against mine, slowly breaking. Then I cum, ejaculating deep inside her, claiming every inch of her body, filling her with my shadows and darkness. This pleasure is fucking lethal and she's completely at my mercy.
"Fine, hatun, I will keep fucking you until you scream my name with pleasure," I promise her and then pull away, then grab her hips and turn her around, so she's on all fours. This time, she's not fighting to get away; she just turns her head to meet my eyes.
"Keep dreaming, Shadow Lord," she spits, so I run my hand over the delicate skin of her ass, then I slap it hard. Fuck, I'm so hard instantly. She releases a whimper that shoots through my core like alightning bolt. Her arousal is dripping down her inner thighs, so I slap it again, and again until she's a whimpering mess.
"I can keep doing this all night long,hatun," I whisper and then slap her ass harder. She's panting for air, red marks covering her ass as I situate myself behind her, my cock nudges her entrance slowly as I try to hold myself back, but this is proving difficult. "Say you want me to ram deep inside your needy cunt, say it!"
I push a few inches in slowly, ready to bury myself into the hilt, but not without her begging for my cock first.
"No, I will never want you," she says, but her voice is breaking, her resistance is melting as her pussy pulsates with steady beats of her heart. I laugh and then drive myself inside her, but then still. This is fucking torture, but I want her to scream my name when she comes for me, otherwise I won't end this. I grip her hips tighter, my nails digging into her skin as I lower my head and start planting soft kisses on her back. She arches her head, tries to push her hips, so I get deeper, but I'm not letting it happen.
"Tell me what you want,hatun," I ask through gritted teeth as I want to pound into her until she is begging to stop. She's right on the edge, and I’m deliberately not moving inside her while blood pounds in my chest.
"Just fuck me... fuck me now," she finally says, her voice filled with venom.
I smile. "Not good enough," I mutter, then drag my finger over the crack of her ass until she shudders. "Are you going to scream my name?"
"Please ... Kaan, fuck me," she begs and that has me breaking. I thrust into her hard and fast, releasing an animalistic growl of satisfaction. I grip her hips painfully, driving myself into her tight drenched pussy over and over again. Fuck, she's magnificent as she moans.
"You're driving me insanehatun, but you take my cock so well," I tell her, then grab her upward, her back slaps into my chest as I keep fucking her, my hands are squeezing her tits, gripping and playing with the nipples as she pants for air.
"Harder ... please, Kaan harder," she begs, finally letting go of her pretense. I knew the real filthy Nesilhan was there somewhere.
"Your wish is my command," I say and then fuck her harder, faster, the sound of slapping bodies fills the room as I push her back to the mattress. I'm fucking intoxicated by her scent, by her light. My own shadows wrap around her, caressing and probing her erect nipples. I keep pounding my cock into her and then within moments we are both coming. Nesilhan finally screams my fucking name, as I ejaculate myself deep inside her cunt. Her screams are music to my ears, her moans make me feel like I'm levitating.
When it's over and we lie tangled in black silk sheets, both of us panting for air, my shadows moving around us slowly, shifting and settling. I sense something fundamental shift in our connection. The blood bond has solidified, becoming a permanent bridge between our magic and our emotions. I can feel her exhaustion, her self-loathing, her renewed hatred, all of it crystal clear across the bond we now share.
I prop myself up on one elbow, trying to catch my fucking breath at the same time, studying her in the shifting shadows. Her face is turned away from me, her body rigid despite her physical exhaustion. Marks from my hands, my mouth, my shadows decorate her golden skin—temporary brands of possession that satisfy something primal in me.
I've had countless women over the centuries, but something about this one is different. Even with Isil, I have never bonded with her, but she came to me willingly. Nesilhan, on the other hand, was forced into this marriage and bond.
The intensity of her hatred, the quality of her defiance, the way her magic interacts with mine, it's unlike anything I've experiencedbefore. I want more. I want all of her, not just her body, but her surrender, her submission, her soul.
