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And somewhere deep inside, a tiny spark of life—shadow and light combined—grows stronger with each passing moment.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Unfamiliar Territory
Kaan
HER SKIN GLOWS like amber in the morning light. I've been awake for hours, watching Nesilhan sleep, transfixed by the rise and fall of her chest. A hunger gnaws at me, insatiable and merciless.
My shadows ease the sheet down, exposing her naked body inch by tantalizing inch. Her nipples are still red from my mouth's attention last night, small bruises blooming across her golden skin like my personal artwork. I lick my lips, cock hardening against the sheets at the memory of her writhing beneath me, crying my name as I claimed her again and again.
One shadow tendril slips between her breasts, circling a nipple until it hardens. Another slides across her stomach, dipping intoher navel, teasing lower. Her breathing changes, but she doesn't wake. Perfect.
I lower my head, inhaling her scent—sunlight and sex and something uniquely hers that drives me to madness. My tongue traces the curve of her breast, tasting salt and sweetness. I take her nipple between my teeth, rolling it, sucking hard enough to make her whimper in her sleep. Blood rushes to my cock, throbbing painfully as I imagine sinking into her heat.
Not yet. First, I want to taste her.
My mouth travels lower, leaving a trail of bites and kisses across her ribs, her stomach, the jutting bones of her hips. My shadows hold her thighs apart as I settle between them, mouth watering at the sight of her slick folds, still glistening with evidence of our night together.
"Fuck," I breathe against her inner thigh, my control fraying. The need to possess her, to mark her, to consume her entirely overwhelms rational thought.
I press my open mouth against her center, groaning at the taste of us mingled together. My tongue delves deep, gathering her sweetness, my shadows pinning her hips when she stirs. The power of having her like this—unconscious, vulnerable, completely mine—is intoxicating, better than any magic I've ever wielded.
Her clit heat under my tongue, her body responding even as she sleeps. I suck the sensitive bud between my lips, two fingers sliding easily into her wetness, curling to find that spot that always makes her back arch. The walls of her cunt grip my fingers, silken heat that makes my cock leak with anticipation.
I imagine her dreams turning erotic, pleasure invading her subconscious as I feast between her thighs. My free hand slides up to her breast, pinching her nipple in rhythm with the thrust of my fingers, my tongue working relentless patterns over her clit.
Her breathing quickens, small moans escaping parted lips. Iincrease my pace, determined to push her over the edge before she fully wakes. My cock throbs against the sheets, desperate for relief, but I ignore it. This is about power, about ownership, about making her body acknowledge its master even in sleep.
"Come for me," I growl against her, the vibration making her hips twitch. "Give me what's mine."
I thrust a third finger inside her, stretching her, filling her, my tongue flicking faster over her clit. Her inner walls begin to pulse, tightening around my fingers as her climax builds. A shadow tendril slides across her throat, applying just enough pressure to heighten her pleasure without waking her. Another shadow circles her other nipple, pinching and pulling in counterpoint to my mouth's rhythm.
Her thighs tremble, internal muscles clamping down as pleasure overtakes her. Her eyes fly open at the moment of climax, confusion transforming instantly to ecstasy as she realizes what's happening. The sight of her—disoriented, gasping, coming apart on my tongue—is more satisfying than conquering an entire kingdom.
"Good morning,hatun," I murmur against her inner thigh, pressing a bite there that makes her gasp. "Sleep well?"
She stares down at me, chest heaving, cheeks flushed. "Did you just make me come in my sleep?" she manages, her voice husky with lingering pleasure. “That’s scandalous, Kaan.”
“I am a man of many talents,” I say, then I crawl up her body, positioning myself above her. My cock throbs painfully, desperate to be inside her, but I hold back, savoring the moment of anticipation. "Did I have your consent to take such liberties while you slept?"
"As if you've ever asked for consent," she replies, though there's no venom in her words, only a breathless challenge.
"Perhaps I'm turning over a new leaf," I suggest, grinding against her without entering. "Perhaps I want to hear you say it."
Her golden eyes darken with renewed desire. "Yes," she whispers, arms sliding around my neck to pull me closer. "Always yes."
The admission sends fire racing through my veins. I capture her mouth in a hungry kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue as I finally thrust inside her. She's slick and tight, her body still sensitive from her orgasm, and the sensation is exquisite.
I establish a punishing rhythm, driven by some desperate need I can't fully understand. Each thrust feels like reclaiming territory, like securing what's mine against threats I can't yet name. My shadows wrap around us both, cocooning us in darkness that pulses with each movement of our joined bodies.
"Mine," I growl against her neck, leaving fresh marks with my teeth. "Say it, Nesilhan. Say you're mine."
"Yours," she gasps, her nails raking down my back hard enough to draw blood. "And you're mine."
The reciprocal claim catches me off guard, making me falter momentarily. Her eyes meet mine, steady and certain, as if she's claimed a victory I didn't know we were fighting for. Before I can formulate a response, a knock sounds at the door.
"Ignore it," I command, resuming my relentless pace. I'm close, so close, and nothing is more important than finishing what we've started.
