The word comes out as a heated whisper as my shadows crawl on the floor towards her, kissing the tips of her pointed black high heels. Her seductive smile makes my cold blood sizzle before she turns her gaze towards the aerial wraps dangling from the ceiling. She approaches them, her fingers caressing the silken strands of fabric.
“They’re perfect, Killian,” she says in a soft, content voice before letting the robe pool down at her feet. My cock hardens at the sight of her perfectly round ass, covered only in the tiniest scraps of crimson cloth. Aimee turns around ever so slowly, letting me appraise her ruby-covered bra and glittery thong. She hums a low, hauntingly beautiful melody before she grips the wraps with both hands and starts climbing them with such sultry grace that I feel all my blood rush to my groin.
I watch in awe as she hooks her powerful legs around the fabric in perfect, deliberate spirals that seem to embrace her body like tangible sunrays. She locks herself in a suspended pose, her body coiled, ready to leap like a spring that’s about to defy gravity.
My little umbra enraptures me in inexplicable ways as she gives me a lust-filled stare, pouting her provocative lips and blowing me a kiss before she releases. Her body unravels like a blur, spinning to the ground breathtakingly fast, yet controlled to perfection. I hold my breath as I watch her maddening figure dance midair like an Akaoridamn Goddess made entirely out of flames and fervor.
She catches the wraps again, the material taut on her glistening limbs, halting her drop with a bounce so sharp that it has my blood roaring in my veins. My shadows extend towards her in two smoky tendrils, caught somewhere between corporeal and immaterial. They snake around her limbs languidly, and she throws me a quizzical look.
“They want you to dance against them, little umbra,” I say in a trembling voice.
“Use them.”
I feel my control slipping away irremediably, my fangs burning in my mouth with the need to claim her once and for all.
“Use us.”
Her eyes turn wickedly sinful as she releases the golden wraps and remains suspended in the air only by the power of my shadowy tendrils. She hovers for a second longer before inverting her entire body in the air. Her chocolate locks cascade towards the floor like waves of the most exquisite silk, and she holds my stare as she reaches her back and unclasps her bra, letting it fall down. Her breasts shimmer in the firelight, and my mouth waters in anticipation, for the moment that I’ll wrap my lips around her tight, inviting nipples.
Every move that comes after is stunning, a dance of seduction and decadent promise, as if she didn’t already have me wrapped around her delicate fingers. She spins, climbing back up only to release again and again, twisting and twirling like a ribbon in the breeze.
At last, she swings back and forth, releasing the shadow wraps and landing with expert precision in my lap. The moment I feel her skin against me, my last restraint snaps violently, and I rip her thongs with a vicious snarl, just as she claws at my shirt and trousers. We’re naked, grinding against each other in mere seconds, my mouth crashing against her own, claiming what is already mine.
The kiss is a fury of desire between us, my tongue tangling with hers, my fangs drawing the slightest drop of blood from her bottom lip. The taste is infuriating, as sublime and sinful as pure sex, and I impale her in one swift jerk of my hips, sheathing myself completely in her sweet, wet cunt. My shadows slither against her arms, locking them in place behind her back. I pour all my commanding will into my crimson tendrils, forbidding my shadow self from emerging. The motherfucker owes me a night just by myself with our addictive little umbra.
“Oh, Gods, Killian.”
She moans as I bounce her up and down on my cock, her tits jouncing with each powerful thrust.
“I’m already so close.”
I retreat, pulling her off me and throwing her on the bed on her stomach, ass up in the air, in sinful invitation.
“Not yet, little menace. I plan on taking my sweet time with you.”
A loud growl rumbles through my chest before I plunge back into her and curl her hair against my fist. My shadows keep her arms restrained, and she has no way to grip herself against the sheets. Her cheek is pressed on the bed, and I yank her hair backwards, arching her back with each jerk of my hips. The angle is so deep, so violent, that I can’t even tell where she ends and I begin.
“Please, Killian. Let me come.”
Little whimpers escape her delicious lips. She bucks her ass against my cock, but I slow down my movements, denying her the climax.
Every time she tries to impale herself on me, I move backwards, taunting her, teasing her with my cock, just as she constantly teases me with her very own existence.
“Beg for my cock, umbra,” I snarl. “Tell me I am the only one for you. The only creature to quench your body’s fire so thoroughly. The only being to worship your mind, to capture your soul.”
I push myself to the hilt inside her, reveling in the way her inner walls have me in a vicious grip.
“Dear Gods, Killian. You are the only one. The only one that’s ever been, ever will be.”
She is full-on sobbing right now.
“I am your God,” I grit through clenched teeth as I pull away painfully slowly.
“Yes, Gods, yes! My God, my savior, my perfectly cursed lover.My everything!”
I push again faster, picking up the pace. She is seconds away from her orgasm.
“There will be no other, Aimee. You are fucking mine, in this existence, and the next. Say it!”
