"There it is," he groaned, feeling her clench around him. "So tight. So fucking full of me."
He needed to see her.
He pulled her up, her back against his chest, his cock still buried inside. One arm wrapped around her waist. The other hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat.
"Look," he commanded.
Her eyes found the mirror across the room.
The image stole her breath. His dark form behind her, musclesstraining, face savage with need. Her body impaled on his cock, bouncing with every thrust. And their shadows tangling around them both. Black and white intertwining. Weaving together. Light and dark becoming one.
"Your shadows and mine," he breathed against her neck, teeth scraping. "Do you see what we are? What you are?"
His hand slid from her waist to her cunt. Found her swollen, slippery clit. Rubbed in fast, tight circles while he fucked up into her.
She couldn't think. Couldn't speak. Could only moan and shake as he fucked her cunt while his shadow fucked her ass, his hand on her clit, her shadows squeezing and pulling at every inch of him.
"Mine," he growled.
"Yours." She was shaking, trembling, right on the edge.
His shadows and hers responded to their words. The tendrils wove tighter together, black and white spiraling, creating patterns that seemed to pulse with power.
"Death couldn't keep you from me." He thrust deep. "Nothing will."
Her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on him, pulsing, milking his cock. She screamed his name, body convulsing, and her white shadows exploded outward in brilliant tendrils.
He followed her over the edge.
His release crashed through him, his cock jerking as he spilled inside her. His cum flooded her cunt, filling her until it leaked around his shaft, dripped down her thighs. His black shadows surged to meet hers, and for one blinding moment, their power merged completely.
Light and dark. Death and life. Two halves of the same whole.
The shockwave of their combined release flooded the chamber, rattling the walls, making the candles flare.
When it finally faded, they collapsed together onto ruined sheets.
Brynn
The room was destroyed.
Candles blown out. Mirror cracked. Headboard splintered. Scorch marks on the ceiling where their power had surged.
She'd laugh about that later. Right now, she could barely breathe.
Their shadows settled around them slowly.
Her own shadow lifted lazily, tracing along his jaw. She hadn't told it to do that. It just wanted to touch him.
He caught the tendril, pressed a kiss to it, and she felt the sensation ghost across her skin.
"I felt that," she breathed.
"I know." His smile was exhausted but smug. "You'll learn. The shadows are part of you now. Everything they touch, you feel."
She filed that information away for later. Much later.
For now, she just melted into him. Felt the solid weight of his body, the steady thrum of their bond, the reality that she was here.
