Like life and death combined. Like flashes of a previous existence I can’t recall, but I know deep in my wretched soul that somehow I’ve belonged to her for epochs spanning across time itself.
My absolute weakness toward her angers me to no avail, and I pour all my wrath and desolation into the way I ram inside her without an ounce of forgiveness.
She meets my thrusts head-on, clawing at my shoulders, my chest, my back, leaving deep slashes with her fingernails that I know I’ll cherish long after this moment has passed. I wish I wouldn’t heal so damn fast so I could wear the scars she’s giving me on my flesh instead of in my soul.
“Gods, Killian,” she mewls in a raspy voice that twists my insides.
“Don’t fucking invoke your stupid Gods when I’m balls deep inside of you, umbra,” I growl. “I am your only fucking God.”
She nods, lost in the bubbling pleasure between us, and I narrow my gaze on the throbbing vein in her neck. It beckons me like the last dying light in a sea of darkness. My canines burn with insatiable greed, and I can’t stave myself off any longer.
I bite into her throat forcefully, and she arches her back in response, gripping my hair and pulling with abandon. Pain prickles at the back of my mind as I take mouthfuls of her essence, letting it glide through my veins and coat my insides in surrender.
She’s myundoing.
Her orgasm builds up more and more, and she’s clenching around me, holding me in a vice grip with her inner walls as she rides her high. I can feel the languid way her blood flows through her veins, how her erratic heart is slowing down after the crest she just reached. I tear my fangs out of her flesh, lapping the punctures to magically heal them, before I flip her onto all fours.
I tease her entrance with the tip of my cock as I take her in all her naked glory. The curve of her ass inviting me to get my fill, her toned legs buried in the sand, her arms bent before her and her head thrown back to look at me between curled lashes.
A few lone wisps of dark shadows travel from her skin to mine, curling around my wrist wantonly, my own responding immediately. Crimson and black blend in delicate swirls, chasing each other with feverish voracity.
I watch in awe how a fraction of our powers map out their mutual hunger on my skin, while our actual shadow doubles are lost in a sexualhaze of their own doing. Aimee’s double turns her head and takes a long look at my erection before dragging her shadowy gaze up my abs and past my shoulders, staring a second too long at my lips and throwing me a suggestive wink.
My double fists her misty hair and yanks her head back toward him, rumbling a sound of disapproval.
Ha! Not so fun after all, motherfucker, when you see your heart’s desire being openly lustful toward your duplicate. I make a mental note to get payback on him for fucking Aimee first, behind my back.
The little vixen in my grasp is pushing her sinful backside against my hips, rubbing her wetness alongside my cock and whimpering softly.
I can’t help but need to torture her a bit longer. I line my head with her entrance, pushing inside just an inch before withdrawing and slapping her left ass cheek. She yelps in surprise before moaning gutturally.
“More, Killian, please,” she begs without an ounce of shame, and I shudder in pleasure at how my name sounds like a perverted prayer on her lips.
I tease another inch before landing another slap on her other cheek.
“You want my cock, umbra?”
“Yes, Killian, please,” she moans, arching her ass high in the air as a depraved offering to the Gods.
To me.
I run my tip along her slit, pushing against her clit and withdrawing as soon as she gives any signs of unraveling.
“I’m not sure you deserve it, umbra. Are you a good girl?”
“I am, Killian,” she mewls with despair.
“Good girls do what they’re told, Aimee. They acknowledge who owns them.”
“Mmmm,” she purrs, lost in the carnality between us.
“Say you’re mine, umbra.”
She stutters, a prolonged pause before she sighs.
“I am my own, Killian,” she whispers, almost afraid to shatter the moment.
I frown.
