Her brutal honesty shatters my restraint completely. I claim her mouth in a kiss that's pure possession, all teeth, tongue and desperate hunger. She responds with equal fire, her nails raking down my chest as she presses herself against me.
"Finally," sighs the bed with obvious satisfaction. "We thought you'd never stop dancing around each other."
I break the kiss to level a glare at it that could melt stone. "One more comment and I'll have my shadows devour every piece of furniture in this room."
"Noted," the bed says quickly. "Proceeding with discretionary silence."
"Good." I turn back to Nesilhan, whose golden eyes have gone molten with arousal. "Now, where were we?"
"You were about to strip me naked and put your mouth on me," she says, the truth-curse ensuring brutal honesty. "And I was about to let you do whatever you want to me."
The words send heat racing through my veins. I lift her easily, but instead of carrying her to the bed, I let the shadows already pooling in the corners of this alien room wrap around her waist, lifting her up until she's suspended in the air, legs spread, completely at my mercy.
"Holy shit," she gasps, looking down at me with wide eyes.
"Language," I growl, though I'm fighting a smile. "Now hold still while I strip you bare."
I work at the fastenings of her gown with deliberate slowness, savoring every inch of golden skin revealed. When the fabric falls away completely, leaving her suspended naked in the existing shadows, I have to close my eyes against the surge of possession that threatens to consume me.
"Beautiful," I breathe, my hands tracing the curves of her body with reverent hunger. "Do you have any idea what you do to me? How fucking perfect you look suspended in my darkness?"
"Tell me," she demands, and I love this commanding version of her.
"You make me want to worship and ruin you at the same time," I confess, my hands finding her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until she gasps. "When you look at me like this, like you want me to devour you—it makes me feel like a god instead of a monster."
"Then devour me," she challenges breathlessly. "Show me what it means to be claimed by the Shadow Lord himself."
The challenge ignites something primal in me. I position myself between her suspended thighs, eye level with herdripping cunt, and the sight makes my cock throb against my leathers.
"Watch me," I command, looking up at her. "I want you to see exactly what you do to me. How desperate I am to taste every inch of you."
I lean forward and drag my tongue along her slit in one long, slow stroke, savoring the taste of her arousal on my lips. She cries out, her back arching as much as the shadows will allow.
"Fuck, you taste perfect," I growl against her flesh. "Sweet and desperate and all mine."
I focus on her clit, circling it with the tip of my tongue before sucking it between my lips. Her moans fill the room, raw and uninhibited, and I feel her pleasure like an echo of sensation.
"More," she gasps, her hands fisting in my hair. "Please, Kaan, I need more."
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to find that spot that makes her scream, while my mouth continues its assault on her clit. She's soaking wet, her inner walls clenching around my fingers as I work her toward the edge.
"You're going to come for me," I tell her, my voice muffled against her pussy. "Right here, suspended in my shadows, while I devour you like the feast you are."
The shadows holding her shift, spreading her legs wider, giving me better access to every inch of her. I add a third finger, stretching her, preparing her, while my tongue works her clit with relentless care.
"Oh god," she moans, her body trembling with building tension. "I'm going to—I can't?—"
"Come," I command against her flesh. "Now."
She shatters with a scream that echoes off the crystal walls, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash through her. I don't stop, keeping my mouth on her through every aftershock, drinking down her release like it's the sweetest wine.
When she finally goes limp in my shadows, I slowly lower her until she's standing on shaking legs, her golden eyes glazed with satisfaction.
"I can't feel my legs," she breathes, leaning against me for support.
"I'd apologize, but we both know I'm not sorry."
She reaches for the fastenings of my leathers, her hands surprisingly steady despite what just happened. "Your turn," she says with determination. "I want to taste you too."
