My body shakes uncontrollably. There's too much sensation flooding through me—too much pleasure, too much grief, too much power coursing beneath my skin. My vision goes white at the edges.
The shadows wrap around my hips, guiding my movements, setting a rhythm as I ride Kaan's face. His hands roameverywhere—breasts, waist, thighs—urgent, desperate, full of a possession that borders on annihilation.
Every nerve in my body is alight. I can feel the magic building beneath my skin, responding to the pleasure, threatening to burst free. My light wants to answer his darkness, wants to detonate.
"Look at me," he rasps, pulling back just enough to speak, his voice harsh with hunger and wet with my arousal.
I force my eyes open.
His gaze is molten darkness, pupils blown wide, shadows flaring wildly around us. His face is slick with evidence of his worship. He looks ruined. Ravaged. Unhinged. Worshipful. Hungry beyond reason.
Like he could consume the entire realm and still starve.
"You taste like—" His voice fractures, unable to finish. "Gods, Nesilhan. Don't stop. Never stop."
Then he pulls me back down and sucks my clit hard into his mouth.
The shadow at my ass pushes deeper, filling me in a way that feels forbidden and perfect. His fingers pinch my nipples with enough force that pleasure bleeds into pain, into more pleasure.
I'm completely overwhelmed. Every sensation crashes over me in waves—the suction of his mouth, the thrust of his tongue, the cold slide of shadows in my ass, the sharp pleasure-pain at my breasts.
Heat coils in my belly—violent, sharp, impossible to hold back. My thighs shake around his head. My hands scramble for the headboard, needing something to ground me as I fly apart.
"Kaan—I can't?—"
He growls again, feral and possessive, and pinches my nipples so hard that every nerve in my body screams. The shadow in my ass expands, stretching me, claiming me.
And then?—
I break.
The climax hits me like a detonation. The world whites out. I can't breathe, can't think, can't do anything but feel as pleasure tears through me with devastating force.
Light erupts from my skin in a blinding golden shockwave, slamming into his shadows so hard the room screams with cracking magic. The bedframe shatters. Glass explodes from the windows. The walls tremble with the force of the blast.
My body convulses, clenching around the shadow still buried in my ass, pulsing with the rhythm of my release. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, each one stronger than the last, until I'm sobbing with the intensity of it.
Kaan grips my thighs and holds me to him through the devastating, world-ending release, his mouth still working against me, drawing out every last tremor. His body bows upward as if my light is purifying and burning him alive simultaneously.
The orgasm seems endless. My inner muscles clench and release, clench and release, my whole body seizing with each pulse of pleasure. I'm aware of nothing except the overwhelming sensation, the magic pouring from my skin, the way Kaan refuses to let me go.
When it finally begins to ebb, I sag forward, shaking violently, barely conscious. The shadow slowly withdraws from my ass, and even that sensation makes me whimper—too sensitive, too raw, too utterly undone.
His shadows coil around my waist, steadying me as my body goes limp. Slowly, carefully, he drags me down his body so I can see him.
He looks up at me like he's seen a goddess. Or a ghost. Something holy and impossible.
His face is still wet from me, his eyes wild and dark and full of something that might break me if I let it.
"Nesilhan," he whispers, voice obliterated. "I?—"
I cut him off with shaking fingers against his lips. I don't want to hear whatever word is forming on his tongue. Can't hear it. Not yet.
"Don't speak," I breathe, still trembling from aftershocks.
But his eyes—wild, ruined, feral and desperate—tell me everything he can't say.
And everything I'm not ready to hear.
