She was dreaming of me.
Even in sleep, even when her conscious mind was far away, she dreamed of me. She wanted me. Her body recognized my touch even when delivered through shadow and darkness.
I pulled my cock free of my trousers.
The relief was immediate, my erection springing forward, already leaking at the tip. I wrapped my fist around myself and stroked once, slowly, matching the pace of the shadow that now circled her clit in patient, devastating spirals.
She gasped.
Her hips rolled—a small, involuntary movement that pressed her harder against the darkness working between her legs. Her back arched, pushing her ass up, and I could see everything: the shadow tendril sliding through her folds, spreading her slickness, the way her pussy clenched around nothing, desperate for something to fill it.
"That's it," I murmured, my voice low and rough. "Take what I give you."
She couldn't hear me. The knowledge made it better somehow—these words were for me alone, a prayer offered up to no one, a confession of how completely she'd ruined me.
I added another shadow.
This one didn't tease. It pressed into her cunt with deliberate intent, sliding through the tight heat of her until it was buried deep. Ada's moan filled the room—loud, unguarded, the sound of a woman being fucked even though she didn't know it.
Her walls clenched around the shadow. I felt it—through the darkness, through the magic that connected us, I felt every flutter and grip of her inner muscles as they tried to hold the intrusion inside her.
The shadow at her clit never stopped circling. The one inside her began to move—slow, deep thrusts that mimicked the rhythm of fucking. In and out. In and out. Each stroke dragged against her front wall, finding that spot I'd discovered the first time I'd put my fingers inside her, the one that made her scream.
My hand moved faster on my cock.
Pre-cum slicked my palm as I stroked myself, watching her writhe against the sheets. She was grinding back against theshadow now, her hips moving in counterpoint to its thrusts, chasing pleasure her sleeping mind didn't fully understand.
Beautiful. She was so fucking beautiful like this—undone, unguarded, her body responding to me with pure instinct.
I added a second shadow inside her.
The stretch made her cry out. Her fingers fisted in the pillow, her toes curling against the mattress, as two tendrils of darkness fucked her in tandem. They twisted around each other, corkscrewing deeper, filling her completely.
"Hakan—" My name again, clearer this time, almost desperate. "Please?—"
Begging. She was begging in her sleep.
The shadow at her clit pressed harder, rubbing in tight circles while the ones inside her picked up their pace. The wet sounds of her arousal filled the room—obscene, gorgeous—mixing with her moans and my own ragged breathing.
I was close. My balls were tight, my cock throbbing in my fist, but I held off. I wanted to see her come first. Wanted to watch her shatter around my shadows while she slept, wanted to own her pleasure so completely that she'd wake up confused and satisfied and dripping.
Her moans pitched higher. Her back arched off the bed, her hands clawing at the sheets. I could feel it building through our bond—that coiling tension in her core, the pressure mounting toward release.
"Come for me," I commanded, though she couldn't hear. "Come on my shadows, starlight. Give it to me."
She obeyed.
Her orgasm crashed through her like a wave—her whole body convulsing, her cunt clamping down on the darkness inside her, her cry of release echoing off the stone walls. I felt every pulse, every contraction, rippling through my shadows as she came and came and came.
My own release followed seconds later.
I came with a groan, spilling over my fist, my cock jerking as I pumped myself through it. Pleasure whited out my vision, my knees nearly buckling, and for a moment I couldn't think of anything except the sight of her trembling through the aftershocks, my shadows still buried inside her.
When I could breathe again, I withdrew.
Slowly. Carefully. The shadows retreated from her body, leaving her wet and swollen and still twitching with residual pleasure. She settled back against the mattress with a sigh, her body going boneless, sinking into a deeper sleep than before.
I cleaned myself with quick efficiency, tucking my softening cock back into my trousers. My hands were steady as I returned to the kitchen, picked up the knife, resumed slicing the cucumber as if nothing had happened.
