“Those stay on.” Emrys grins.
“We should practice that, you using my shadows,” he says, as he plants kisses on my skin, starting at my neck, and working his way down.
His shadows curl around me, tightening themselves around my lower body, and he lifts and positions me in a seating posture, widening my legs. I’m slick with arousal. The coolness of the dark shadows makes my hair prick up, and I’m shivering in delight.
“Eyes on me, Tempest.”
Slowly, I lower my gaze and meet his blackened, orphic eyes, and I swallow quietly, feeling entranced.
With his tongue, he traces my skin, starting at my knee, across my inner thigh, and right before he touches my sensitive parts, he stops. He repeats the same process on my other side, and it elicits a moan from me. I can feel his sharp teeth against my vagina, making my eyes roll into the back of my skull.
“Focus,” he demands, and I return my glance.
“Good girl.” He smirks.
I watch in ecstasy as he buries his fangs into the inside of my thigh, and a shadow begins to tease my folds like silk on skin, enticing my senses. With a bloodied tongue, he joins, lapping at my privates but not touching my entrance or my sensitive nub that’s desperate for attention. I keep my gaze fixed on his, as he stares into my eyes with a deep visceral hunger that sets my soul on fire and heats my core.
Two smoky tendrils move across my body and settle around my breasts, a ghostlike touch, as they begin to knead my flesh and gently pull at my nipples. No longer able to withstand, I throw my head back and a muted sound trembles from my throat, somewhere between a sigh and a plea. I want to rake my hands through his hair, but before I can make the move, they are tied behind my back—a downside of sharing each other's minds, he knows exactly what I’m longing for.
His mouth latches onto my opening, and I feel his tongue enter me, and I let out a loud gasp, the penetration deliciously invasive. Then, he moves on to my clit, which is drowning inmy longing, and he laps it all up eagerly. The moment I feel his flesh touch mine, I want to scream, but instead I let out a whimpering cry. He inserts a finger, as he continues to lick at my labia and clitoris, then a second one, and I feel like I’m going to explode. I want to close my legs instinctively, trap him there, his tongue never to leave that spot. His shadows widen me even more instead, and his tongue darts against my hidden bundle of nerves.
His shadows begin to work my breasts more ferociously, the caressing less tender and more demanding, and I feel my orgasm starting to coil. My breathing becomes ragged, shallow as I cling to the sensation, a silent scream within my body that works its way out. I cry out Emrys’s name loudly into the void, as my orgasm rolls through my body, wave after wave, and he refuses to stop his attack. Instead, with one hand, he opens his pants, pulls them down, and then, his shadows take over the caress of my sensitive nub, the touch featherlight. With reverence, he positions my throbbing, soaked entrance over his tip, and lowers me, his cock stretching me, and I’m delirious.
Unable to restrain himself, he begins to thrust inside me, the feral monster that he is, gripping my body tightly, and I relish it. The space is filled with our moans in unison, and the wet sounds of his cock filling me. His fangs enter my neck, breaking my delicate skin, and I claw his back, drawing blood, as I come all over his cock, my arousal dripping between both our legs. It doesn’t take long before Emrys follows suit, and I feel his hot seed enter me, filling me to the brim, as he continues to pound inside me.
After a few more thrusts, he pulls out and looks at me, his gaze menacing. I’m still suspended in the air, his shadows holding me in place, my legs wide open, my hands once more behind my back. He projects the image he’s seeing to me, and my cheeks fluster as I look at myself. I’m a hot mess, cum andarousal dripping from my cunt onto the floor. The insides of my thighs are covered in wetness, spit, and blood.
“You look feverish, Tempest.” He smiles viciously, then positions himself between my legs again, and enters me. “I’m not done with you yet,” he whispers, and I feel the heat collect in my core as he speaks his words to me.
I let out a whimper, my frame trembling as I surrender completely, melting into him, our bodies one as his cock repeatedly buries itself into my drenched slit.
I rest my head against Emrys’s chest, running my finger over his skin.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” I tell him.
He kisses my head while playing with my hair, twirling strands around his fingers.
“I’d rather never drink blood in my lifetime ever again than be starved of your touch,Lucem Mei.”
I roll myself on top of him and give him a peck on his nose. “You always have the most poetic way of saying things.”
“It’s probably my age.” He smirks.
His eyes wander lustfully over my body, and he starts to peel off my stockings, but his smile suddenly fades.
He sits up straight, helping me up as well, then drapes my leg across his lap. He blinks a few times, his long black lashes moving slowly, and I follow his gaze. His fingers touch my leg.
“By the old Gods, what is that?!” I gasp.
Across my left calf, there’s a small patch of black markings, slithering across my skin like sprouted veins. Emrys’s eyes flick between his own patterns and the ones that decorate my pale porcelain flesh.
“Out,” he demands, and within seconds, dark smoky tendrils burst from my skin, like roots reaching into the air.They're much smaller than the ones he wields, but they are undeniably his.
“What the—” I whisper.
“Seems our bonding has done more for us than just matching eye colors and a telepathic connection, Tempest,” he says in marvel.
“It seems that when you used my shadows for the second time this afternoon, they also imprinted on you. Your markings are the same as mine.”
