I couldn’t look away—I was utterly enraptured.
“Does it make you feel powerful, bringing me to my knees?” he asked.
I wanted to squirm, but the shadowy restraints made it impossible. “Yes,” I whimpered.
His hands slid up further. His thumbs met the wetness at my inner thighs and stroked, smearing it into my skin. He groaned aloud, leaning in further. His breath whispered over my tender flesh.
“I may own you, I may control your body, but you have the real power here,” he said. “You could destroy me with asingle word. How does that feel, knowing you hold my heart in the palm of your hand, and refuse to give me yours in return?”
A harsh exhale left me. My mouth opened and then closed again.
His thumbs finally made contact, ghosting over my pussy. I cried out. Instead of stroking the way I needed him to, he hovered there, barely touching me.
“I asked you a question,” he said.
My mind scrambled to recall, fighting through the haze of pleasure. I screwed my eyes shut. “It feels good,” I said finally.
He rewarded my honesty, slipping a thumb through my wet folds, stroking over my clit. I nearly wept.
“You like it, don’t you? Knowing how dedicated I am to you. Hearing it.”
“Yes,” I admitted.
He hummed, something akin to amusement. “I suppose that is acceptable. For now.”
Before I could figure out what was happening, he leaned in, swiping his tongue over my slit. My eyes shot open; my stomach flipped.
I would have collapsed without the support of the shadows. Regardless, I fought against them, desperate to buck my hips, to free my arms.
The effort was futile. I was wholly, completely trapped.
I had never felt such bliss.
His mouth slid over my slick folds, parting me, sending waves of pleasure skittering across my belly.
His tongue found my clit, lapping at it in smooth motions. I sobbed aloud.
“Yes,” I cried. My stomach tightened, clenched.
His tongue continued its delicious torture, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. His shadows hugged every inch of my skin. They tightened around my breasts, my throat, the tender skin of my wrists.
When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he slid his fingers to my core, teasing at my entrance. With a glance at my face and a swipe of his tongue, he pressed a long, slender finger into me.
I clenched around the intrusion. It feltso good. Soright.
A garbled cry left my lips. I wordlessly begged formore.
He pressed another finger into my body, fucking me slowly. My eyes were glued to the sight—to the god between my legs, devouring me while he worked me with his fingers. My blood absolutely boiled, release threatening to pull me under.
He glanced up, meeting my gaze. His eyes bored into mine, white hot and simmering.
I was suddenly desperate to touch his skin, to feel his cock inside of me. I tugged at the shadows uselessly.
With a sharp roll of his tongue and a pump of his fingers, he shoved me over the edge. Stars danced in my vision, and my eyes squeezed shut as tremors shook my entire body. The pleasure sucked the air from my lungs.
He kept fucking me with his fingers, slow and languid.
My limbs jerked and twitched as the mind-shattering orgasm receded, and my core began to tighten anew.
