There was no pause. No warning.
Only the moment he drove into me, forcing the breath from my lungs as my body arched in response, already reacting, already yielding.
He stilled for a second, allowing me to adjust, though even that felt like a fragile thread of control barely being held.
Then he moved, and whatever restraint had remained shattered completely. His rhythm turned relentless, driven by something far deeper than simple desire. Each movement forced a response from me that I could no longer contain. My body arching and giving in to him in a way that felt instinctive,inevitable.
The sounds that left him were no longer entirely human, rough and fractured, threaded with something darker that echoed through the space around us. Even his wings trembled, shuddering before beginning to move in slow, powerful strokes, as though they were driving him deeper with every thrust.
“Yes… Goddess, yes,”I moaned as I felt my first orgasm building.
“My girl is needy for me,”he growled, his voice thick with something possessive, something primal.
Heat rushed through me at the words, my body responding before I could even think to deny them.
“Tell me… tell me your greedy for my cock,”he pressed, the challenge low, dangerous.
“I am… I need it… please,”I admitted, breathless and unashamed, because there was no point pretending otherwise.
“Good girl,”he murmured, the praise sending a shiver through me that had nothing to do with fear.
“Then let me give you more.”
My breath caught at that, the words enough to spark a flicker of uncertainty, but I didn’t pull away, didn’t stop him. Because something in me trusted him even now, even like this.
In the end, that was all the permission he needed as his shadows moved. They rose from him, curling through the air before wrapping around me. They shackled my wrists, not painfully, but in a way that told me they would tighten shouldI try to fight my way free. I looked to Wye, my eyes wide in question as they started to guide my wrists upward, holding me in place with a strength that left no room for resistance.
“Trust me,”he hummed against my cheek, pausing his thrusts long enough to get me exactly where he wanted me. The shift sent something sharp through me, the loss of control only heightening everything else. Every movement, every sensation, until I could no longer separate one from the other.
The surface beneath me creaked under the strain, a sharp reminder of just how little remained grounded in that moment. How close everything was to breaking under the force of what he was giving me and what I was taking.
It didn’t take long.
It couldn’t.
Because everything was already too much, building too fast, rising higher with every second until it overwhelmed me completely.
His name tore from me, again and again, no longer Oblivion, but the name he had given me. The one that belonged only to him, falling from my lips like something sacred, something I couldn’t stop even if I tried.
“Wye…Yes Wye… fuck… yes…OH FUCK, YES!”The tension inside me snapped as I screamed.
As I shattered.
And I felt it ripple through me, crashing over me in a way that stole everything else away, leaving nothing but the echo of it behind.
But it didn’t end there. Because he didn’t stop. The pace only shifted, deepened, turning more desperate, more consuming. As though whatever had been unleashed within him refused to be contained again. Each movement dragged me further into it until I had no sense of where I ended and he began.
I heard it then.
The sharp crack of wood beneath us, and I felt it just as he did. But before it could give way completely, he lifted me effortlessly, pulling me into him as the world shifted again. My body no longer anchored to anything but him.
His wings moved with it, surrounding us, enclosing the space until everything beyond them felt distant, unreachable. Like we had been pulled into something separate from the rest of the world.
His shadows followed, adjusting their hold on me, supporting my body and allowing him to move freely while keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
They were everywhere, and there was no escape from him.
Not that I wanted one.
