Wouldn’t want her to choke in her sleep.
That’d be a fucking tragedy.
Not that I care. Not really.
Or so I tell myself, as if that single moment of contact didn’t already brand me with her.
She shifts beneath the duvet, lips parting as she murmurs something soft into the dark. A rare, quiet smile spreads across my face. There are stars that died screaming and never saw anything this violently beautiful.
But then—my name.
No urgency. No awareness. Just a breath in the quiet.
And it roots me to the floor, the sound latching onto something primeval inside me.
I step back. Not out of fear. But recognition.
She doesn’t know what she’s done.
How could she?
She said my name like it belonged to her.
She can have it. Every fucking piece of me.
The little goddess reached for me in the dark.
And some ancient part of me aches to reach back.
Returning to her bedside, I kneel once more and stifle a groan when she whimpers my name again. Even though I’m close enough to touch her, I send a tendril of my shadow out to caress her flushed cheek.
She’s so fucking soft.
Visions flicker—her fingers in my hair, her thighs squeezing tight as she rides my cock, my hands digging into her sweet flesh, holding her like she’s the only thing that’s real in this pathetic, fucking world.
My shadows slam against the inside of my human meat suit, desperate to tear through and claim what’s ours.
Until now, my shadows didn’t want anything. They just were.
But when I touch her, they writhe violently against my skin, clawing toward her, desperate to reach her on their own.
They’ve never done this before.
I should be concerned. I should pull back. Rein them in.
But right now?
Right now, I don’t fucking care.
While I lose myself to the feeling of Aurora’s smooth, warm skin, her hand slips lower, over her perfect tits, and dips underneath the duvet.
My lungs seize, and I immediately pull my shadows back.
I can’t trust myself around her in this state.
What if I lose control?
How far can I stretch this promise to Louie before it snaps?
