Tightening my grip, I work myself faster, chest heaving, something feral breaking free.
Onyx matches my pace, his hand working over his cock, body trembling, fingers curling against the wall.
My shadows slip free, flowing from my body and over to him.
He gasps as my shadows take control. They spin him around and pin both hands to the wall. His panicked eyes drop to his bobbing cock, lips parting when he sees another wrap around his shaft.
The moans that echo through the room are fucking music to my ears.
He lets his head fall back, succumbing to my touch as my shadows work him over, stroking his cock, squeezing his balls.
His lips wide open, eyes rolling back as another shadow slithers its way between his legs, thrusting deep inside his needy little hole.
My power consumes his body, just as his very being consumes me. I should be worried about how much this human affects me. But I can’t seem to care.
He’s mine. I’m obsessed already. Why fight the inevitable?
He’s a work of art. His tattooed skin looks so good next to my shadows, entwined into a perfect masterpiece .
His chest heaves as he struggles to breathe, overcome with ecstasy, out of control with the sensations coursing through him.
My grip on my cock tightens as my pace slows. Long, hard strokes as I put more of my focus on my mate, making him feel good.
I want to ask him how he feels, how much he likes my shadows inside him, hitting his sweet spot so good that it makes him mewl like a hungry little kitten.
But we haven’t said a word yet, locked in our own little bubble of bliss. Who am I to shatter this illusion?
His whimpers and whines grow, his sobs becoming louder.
He’s shaking, thrashing, he’s ready to cum.
Stepping into the shower, my chest heaves with need. My body burns, my orgasm just out of reach.
I know the moment Onyx is about to cum. His lips part on a silent scream. Then his back arches off the wall as he sobs out his release.
I’m torn between his face, a beautiful creation, him lost in pure rapture and his pretty cock pulsing, ribbons of white hot cum spilling onto the tile floor.
I let my own release take hold of my body. Eyes lidded, I let out a low savage growl as I empty myself right alongside him.
Thick ropes of cum spill out and coat the shower floor, mixing with the mess of his release.
When Onyx has spilled every last drop of cum, his body slumps.
Calling my shadows back, Onyx’s body drops, his limbs too weak to hold him up.
I dart forward, catching him before he hits the ground, pulling him to my chest.
His heaves against mine, body shaking.
He leans his head against me, using me as support for a moment. Having him in my arms feels so fucking good. I need more. I want more. I crave more.
But I won’t take it. Not right now. He still has a lot to process. I don’t want to overwhelm him with too much, too fast. I don’t want him to hate me.
He might not have a choice in being here, but the idea of my mate making me out to be his villain, doesn’t sit right.
I am the villain in a lot of peoples' stories, but I refuse to be his.
He tilts his head back, staring up at me with big ocean eyes, euphoria burning bright.
