“Run.”
Eleanor turned on her heels and took off towards the cottage, running as fast as she could.
Osiris’ heart thrummed violently in his chest as he took off after her, as if every instinct roared to life inside him, pushing him forward to chase. To hunt. To capture her. To mark her ashis.
Leaves crunched under each one of his steps, the sounds of Eleanor’s panting filled the still forest around them as she ran towards the door, reaching out to grab the handle. Just as she did, one of his shadows shot out, blocking the entryway.
Without wasting even a second, she turned on her heels once more and darted left, away from the cottage and towards the surrounding forest as Osiris nearly slammed into the door.
“Symphony,” Osiris warned, a dark side of himself sparking to life that he had not known existed until she was his prey. “I know you wish for me to catch you,” he taunted.
Eleanor laughed as she ran towards a tree, not a tremble or mark oftruefear in her voice. “Then you will have to be faster. You are so slow, Horseman. What if someone else catches me first? Perhaps I shall let them claim me?”
Osiris’ shadows reacted before he did, shooting forward and grabbing her ankle, tripping her as she fell to the ground, his shadows catching her mere moments before she collided with the ground
Slowly walking to her, he relished the sound of her heavy breaths and the echo of her quickening heartbeat as he took slow purposeful steps towards his trapped bride.
Stopping in front of her, he watched as she angled her head back to look at him, his shadows pinning her arms and legs to the ground. Osiris pulled off his suit jacket, untying his tie with one hand as he worked on his belt buckle with the other.
“While I still have a shred of sense left in me, Symphony, do you still wish for this?”
Eleanor’s eyes brimmed with something not unlike conspiracy as she glared at him. Her sharp tongue darting out to wet her lips before provoking him. “If you don’t fuck me, mayhap I will find someone else who w—”
A shadow darted forward, snaking into her open, waiting mouth before she could finish her sentence.
Feeling the last flicker of self-control snap, Osiris rolled up his sleeves as he let his shadows explore her.He would no longer be gentle, or patient. Seeing his Symphony laying before him, taunting him to take her, to claim her, awakened something inside him he could not fight a moment longer.
The shadow in her mouth played with her tongue, stopping any more of her cunning words from spilling out. Meanwhile, two more shadows spread her legs as they lifted up her dress, exposing her bare ass to him.
One shadow hooked under her waist and lifted her behind higher in the air, revealing her wet, slick, pussy to him and anyone that might wander too close to his property. But, he would let no one else except himself revel in this view.
In the view of his sharp tongued, cunning, and murderous Symphony, eagerly waiting for him.
“Symphony,” he growled as a shadow began to teasingly caress her bare pussy, hardly applying enough pressure for her to come undone. “Were you expecting this? Why did you not wear anything beneath your dress?”
Eleanor’s face was painted over with a perfect pink, as she gazed at him. Using the slight freedom of movement, her eyes rolled as she pushed her lower half back, grinding on the shadow that played with her.
Each shadow that touched her sent ripples of heat through his body. He could feel everything. He could senseallof her.
His muscles flexed as he carefully fell to his knees, crawling over to her. One agonizing step after the other, he crawled closeruntil he could grab her ass with both hands. Kneeling behind her, he pulled her back to grind his hard cock against her wetness, letting it stain and mark his pants.
A growl of approval ripped through him as the sweet sound of Eleanor whimpering echoed through the forest.
“Symphony,” he hissed, “you are mine. After tonight, the only pleasure you shall know is the pleasure that I bring you.”
Eleanor moaned around the shadow filling her mouth, bunching dry leaves in her hands as he thrust forward again.
“And you, Symphony,” he swore to her, her petname spoken like an oath as he unzipped his pants, freeing his cock from the restraints of his fabric. He teased her clit with the head of his cock as two shadows dipped into her waiting sex, thrusting and parting her, readying her for the length of him as she drooled around his shadows in her mouth. “You, Symphony,” he swore, “own my very soul. You own everything that I am.”
His shadows slowly pulled out, but only for one to circle her clit, and the other to wrap tighter around her waist as he lined his cock up with her entrance.
“You are mine,” he warned, thrusting forward, again, and again, and again. Pushing himself deeper, harder, until he was fully seated inside of her, until no space existed between them. Eleanor tightened and writhed on his cock as she moaned, pushing herself harder against his waist as his shadows worked faster.
“And, I am yours,” he reminded her, as he pulled out almost completely before thrusting forward again, slamming into her.
“Sing, Symphony.” thrust. “Tell the whole enclave,” thrust, “that you,” thrust, “are,” thrust, “mine.”
Eleanor whimpered and her breath caught with each thrust of his solid cock, tightening around him so that it was almost painful to keep going. Yet, when he slowed, she thrust back, searching for him. And, when he looked down at her, her eyeswere wholly focused on him and him alone, glazed over with passion.
