Something keeps snagging on the duvet, but honestly, who gives a shit? Especially when there’s a god kneeling behind me, vowing forever between my thighs.
“Look at you, Aurora. The way your back arches is a fucking masterpiece. With your ass in the air like this, I can see how wet you are for me. Such a naughty thing. Your sweet cunt is weeping for me, isn’t it, little queen?”
Ezra moans, keeping my head pinned to the bed. He roughly kicks my legs apart, then slams into me with one brutal thrust, ripping a scream from my throat that vanishes into the duvet.
His shadows seize, wrapping tight around my wrists, curling possessively over my thighs, holding me open for him. They don’t just touch. They claim.
From this position, he hits a spot that makes me see stars—blinding, white-hot pleasure that steals my breath.
“Ezra. Fuck me. Please. Ineedit. Need you.”
He leans over me and presses a soft kiss to my cheek.
“Don’t forget the power you hold, Aurora. One word, and I’ll drop to my fucking knees.”
His cock pulses deep inside me, unmoving, stretching me to the edge of what I can take.
“But if you don’t?” Ezra’s breath ghosts over my ears as his hand snakes around to grip my throat. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, so deep, you’ll feel it every time you breathe.”
Then he moves. Just an inch. Then another—each thrust dragging a moan from my throat like it’s hooked on his cock.
“Give me your screams, sweet girl. Let go—let the redshift take you. Make the devils kneel for what Heaven can never touch.”
The moment I scream, his shadows answer, shuddering around me, purring their pleasure into my skin. One brave tendril loops around my throat, tightening with each gasp.
They worship me, sinners with no hope of redemption, desperate to make me theirs.
The tendrils take their time, mapping my body and drinking in every sound I make, until they understand what breaks me … and how to put me back together again.
The intense connection between my hellfire and his shadows makes Ezra lose control. He slams into me so hard and so fast I lose track of everything but the feel of his cock slipping in and out of me.
My Grim growls behind me, a beast born of violence and shadows.
A sane person would be terrified.
But me? I’m soaked.
He’s frenzied. Animalistic. Monstrous.
And I want more.So much more.
Tears spill down my cheeks as pressure builds at the base of my spine, rising from the molten center of me.
“Please, Ezra. Don’t stop.”
Ezra leans over, breath hot against my shoulder blades.
“Aurora,” he groans. “My lovely cataclysm. My end and my beginning.”
He plants feather-light kisses up the middle of my back, ending his route at my tear-stained cheek.
A shadow teases my clit in quick, frenzied strokes as tears of pleasure slide down my face.
“Look at you,” Ezra breathes. “You’re perfect like this. Spread wide, taking me so deep, your whole body begging for more. Aurora … you don’t know what I’d give to worship you like this forever.”
He drags his tongue along my tear-streaked cheek, groaning like my bliss is the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, something he’d starve without.
“That’s it, little queen. Be the altar. I’ll be the willing sacrifice—while the stars kneel and the planets sing. Take what’s yours, Aurora. Come for me. Let the empyrean envy the sinner between your legs.”
