Something primal and dark in me answers, that terrifying, seductive pull towards the oblivion only his darkness offers.
But I don’t have fucking time for this.
“Let me go.I’ll be late for work.”I writhe against him to break free, but it’s like pushing a mountain.
He doesn’t budge.The embers in his eyes flare brighter, and my challenge only seems to ignite him further.He dips cold shadow tentacles beneath the waistband of my panties.
“No,” I hiss, the words ragged.“I don’t have time.I have to go—“
Shadow tendrils yank up my bra and coil around my breasts, pinching my nipples to aching points.I gasp into his claiming mouth.
Two thick, icy tendrils spear into my cunt, a brutal stretch that steals sound, thought, and balance.I arch off the door, a strangled gasp tearing free.They twist inside me, coiling, finding that spot—oh fuck,rightthere—and grinding.
I buck against him, a frantic, useless motion.“Stop!I’m late for—“
His shadows thicken, stretching me wider.A third tendril presses insistently against my asshole.His eyes, so much like burning coals, drink in every spasm, every tremor.
I bite down on a moan, turning it into a snarl.“Fucking let me go, Daddy.”
The third tendril pushes in, filling my ass with icy, impossible thickness.Now his shadows claim both holes, and the dual invasion overwhelms me.Shadows writhe inside me, front and back, cold and knowing, finding every hidden trigger.Pleasure-pain spikes, sharp and blinding.My vision whites out, and my hips jerk.
“Sera, mine.”His voice is a dark caress inside and outside my head.
His shadows curl deeper, crooking just right.
The fire coils tighter and hotter.His shadows work me mercilessly, knowing exactly where to press, how to twist.This is punishment for leaving him.For stepping towards the autumn sunlight that hurts him and makes him bleed.For James’s and Eddie’s marks he must see all over my body.
He’s overwriting all of it, scouring me clean of anyone else’s touch.Marking me from the inside.
My hips jerk against him.A low, feral sound escapes me.
Sparks ignite along my nerves.The coiling heat snaps.My body locks, then shatters.An orgasm rips through me, violent and convulsive, wringing a raw cry from my throat.
He withdraws his shadows slowly, and I wonder if he’s going to let me go now.He brings the shadows to his beautiful mouth, and his long, pointed tongue flicks out, tasting my wetness.His eyes never leave mine, the intensity soul-scorching, and he makes a satisfied noise, deep and primal, in the back of his throat.
He presses against me, and I swear I feel his cock against my belly.I look down, and sure enough, that’s a cock.Goddamn.It juts thick and heavy, its base shadow-dark, the shaft a column of burnt, veined flesh streaked with fiery cracks, the head flushed an almost painful red.Unlike the rest of him, heat radiates from it, like a brand waiting to be used on me.
He lifts me effortlessly, my back scraping against the rough wood of the door.My legs lock around his waist, an instinctive anchor, because sure, I guess I have time for a fuck after all.
I won’t fight him, not when he seems so eager to please.
He guides that burning crown to my slick, stretched entrance.The heat is shocking against my sensitive flesh, still cold from his shadows.He pushes in, fills me, possesses me, in one deep, relentless thrust.He stretches my tender cunt beyond thought.
I scream, the sound swallowed by his mouth.He’s everywhere, inside me, around me, the cold shadows binding my wrists, his burning thickness splitting me open.I’m pinned against the wall, utterly owned.
He holds himself there, buried to the hilt, his forehead pressed to mine.His breath, smelling of earth and iron, ghosts over my lips.The embers blaze in his eyes, hungry and ready to devour.
He pulls back, almost out, then drives into me again, dragging that fiery friction along my over-sensitized walls.Shoving in with his burnt cock, the crisped parts feeling like scales that stimulate my clit again and again.Harder and deeper and oh my fucking god.
The rhythm he sets really is a punishment.Each thrust slams me against the unyielding door, reforging me, hammering his claim into flesh and bone and soul.His shadows grip my hips and dig in hard enough to leave new bruises over James’s and Eddie’s fading ones.His mouth finds my throat again, teeth scraping, sucking fresh marks into my skin and branding me anew.
Another shadow tendril snakes around, groping my ass cheek, squeezing hard and greedily.Then it slides down, finding my clit, and icy pressure circles the swollen bud, teasing and tormenting, while his burnt, scaled cock scratches against my clit as well.The fire and ice of him is a shock of conflicting sensations.
It drives me wild.I grind my hips against him, meeting every thrust, seeking the friction, the fullness.The shadow on my clit presses harder, faster, syncing with his brutal pace.More shadows peel my lower lips apart so that he can watch his cock fill every inch of me with his fire-filled eyes.
“Mine,” he growls against my skin, his hips pistoning.“Mine!”
The shadows near my clit vanish and clamp around my ass cheeks, spreading me wider, forcing me to take him impossibly deep as he pounds into my cunt.He buries himself to the root.
