“Killian,” I whisper, trying to steer him away from this particular topic.
“No, umbra. Let me say this,” he says in a firm voice, his fingers digging into my leathers. “I’ve made the worst mistake of my eternity. Not listening to you, reacting the way I did, putting my pride above us. I fucked up colossally.”
My heart clenches painfully at his admission.
“I know there are no words that will ever be enough. No amount of groveling could wash away my sins. But I will do whatever I have to gain your forgiveness. Maybe not now, not in a year or a century, but eventually. I was a fool to believe for even one second that my feelings for you would ever fade away. You consume every fiber of my being; you’re carved so deep in my soul that I cannot fathom this cursed existence without you in it.To wrench you out of my heart would be to splinter it into unmendable pieces.”
I feel moisture in the corner of my eyes, and I swipe it swiftly with trembling fingers.
“I was so lost to grief, to rage, that I treated you in such a shameful way. You did not deserve any of it. I fixated on you never reciprocating my feelings, that I channeled all my hurt, all my wrath into making you feel as broken as I did. I know now that it matters not that you don’t love me back. I need you beside me regardless of how you feel about me. I know you hate me. I…”
“Oh, Killian,” I say as a sob wracks through me. I cup his jaw with one hand, reveling in the sharp feel of his stubble against my fingertips. “I don’t hate you, you silly male. I never did, no matter how many times I said it in your face, or the countless moments I tried to convince myself that I did. And for what it’s worth, Idid havefeelings for you. I was just so afraid to voice them aloud, thinking I’d have more time to tell you everything. To confess my secrets. The truth about my sister. My love for you. We both fucked up.”
“You did?” he asks, hope filling his voice, before his gaze clouds over. “Youdid. As in you don’t anymore.” His mournful sigh reverberates through my skull.
“I do,” I answer truthfully. “I never stopped loving you. Never will until the day I die—how far away or soon that might be—and even beyond death. The way my soul answers the beckoning of yours, the way our shadows yearn for each other—if destiny exists, mine is more than being the Foretold One; it’s to be yours.”
He’s upon me even before I finish my confession, swallowing my last words as his tongue curls around mine and his hands grip me possessively, tugging at my leathers. We discard our wet clothes in a frenzy, and I sigh in contentment as he presses his growingerection into my thigh.
My shadows churn and slither against my arms, begging for release. I allow them freedom, and my shadow double materializes next to us, just as Shadow Killian appears behind her, gloriously naked, like the first time I saw him. He bends down to kiss her, and she writhes in his smoky grasp before he releases her and lowers himself to my level, a wicked grin on his face.
I glance at Killian just as my double crawls to him on hands and knees, like a feral thing stalking its prey.
“They wish to play. What do you think, my love? Should we indulge them?” Killian asks with a low growl, just as his double grabs my chin, forcing me to look back at him.
“Yes,” I mewl, and Shadow Killian swirls his tongue along my jaw, peppering kisses down my neck, my collarbone, taking a nipple into his mouth and biting just enough to spark a coil of heat low in my belly. His misty hand travels past my ribs, skimming my navel before he plunges two shadowy fingers into my pussy. I clench around the velvet intrusion, arching my back in pure pleasure.
I watch enthralled as my double lowers her head in Killian’s lap, taking his cock in her mouth with shameless abandon. He sinks his hands into the swirling mist of her hair and guides her movements, his gaze never leaving mine.
Shadow Killian releases my nipple with a wet pop and moves down my body, adding a third finger inside me and bending them like a hook, reaching a spot inside me that has me seeing stars. He leans toward my double and plunges his other hand inside her too, pleasuring us both at the same fucking time.
I’m overtaken by sensation—mine and the echo of hers combining in a maddening tempo, and a ravaging fire burns through my veins, threatening to wipe out everything in its path. Pressure builds and builds, and as I experience Killian releasing in my double’s mouth, I explode in anall-consuming climax that has me gasping for air like I’m drowning all over again.
Our shadow selves evaporate like thin mist, retreating to a corner of the cave, far away from us, as Shadow Killian takes my double hard against the wall.
The real Killian is above me in a heartbeat, aligning himself with my center, teasing my entrance with the head of his cock.
“I could get used to an endless lifetime of such foursomes,” he rasps as he pushes inside me to the hilt. I squirm under him, the fullness almost too much, but not enough at the same time.
Killian withdraws torturously slow, watching enraptured the point where our bodies are joined, before he grabs my chin and guides my gaze to his cock sliding in and out of me.
“You take me so well, little umbra. Look at how your greedy pussy devours my cock. Like it was meant to. Like it knows who it belongs to.”
His domineering words unravel me further, goosebumps covering my body whole as rapture pushes to the surface. Moan after moan slips my parted lips, and I arch further into him, hooking my legs around his waist, desperate for release.
“I’m so close, Killian.”
“Not yet, little umbra,” he says as he slows his pace, grabbing my throat and restricting my airflow. “Not until you say it. Do you know who you belong to?”
“I…” I struggle to form words between pants, “belong to you, Killian. Body and soul.”
“You sure damn do, Aimee. You’remine. And I’myoursfor all eternity. Nothing will ever change that,” he groans, pushing harder into me, the crown of his cock hitting my pelvis repeatedly. “Say it.”
“Yes, oh yes. You own me and I own you.”
He pushes his thumb into my mouth, and I wrap my lips around it on instinct.
“Suck, little umbra.”
