Page 16 of A Reign of Chromes & Shadows

“This is unlike me, my love, but I will not take advantage of you right now. If you do not want this, then I will understand. I only wish to help you.” Her voice carried a hint of compassion; a stark, unsettling contrast to the Ivy he knew. Still, her gentleness eased the sharpness inside him and kept his usual resistance at bay.

“Please,” he begged. “Make me feel––something…anything else. Just, make it stop.” His voice was hoarse, unfiltered, laced with vulnerability as he pleaded for the escape only, she could give. He would do anything to avoid confronting the darkness threatening to consume him.

“Oh, my darling… say no more.” She whispered it against his lips, the fingertip at his chin sparking with passion—a tease of what was to come.

Taking his hand, she guided him into the bedroom, leaving his towel in their wake. By the time they reached the bed, his cock had sprung to life, teased into fullness as waves of her power pulsed rhythmically through their intertwined grasp. Ivy grinned mischievously at the sight of him, standing to attention for her like an obedient soldier.

Curling her palm around his thick length, she released her power more intently, each delicious stroke dragging Rain deeper and deeper into Ivy’s realm of passion. A heated groan vibrated through his throat as intoxicating desire coursed through his veins.

His eyes darkened with undiluted lust.

He pulled Ivy against him, capturing her in a needy, breath-stealing kiss. She arched into him, pressing the supple curves of her chest to his hard body. His hands slid from her hips upward, worshipping every delectable line of her figure. A low hum of appreciation vibrating through him as he cupped handfuls of her deliciously ample breasts, her nipples peaking beneath his touch. The fragile fabric of her dress felt like an insult—an unnecessary barrier between them.

Gods she felt so good.

Rain wanted more, needed more. A heady moan spilled into his mouth as his fingers pinched the sensitive bud through the sheer fabric, her response stoking the hunger clawing at him.

The moan alone was enough to drag him deeper into her grip, but when her power intensified—mirroring her own rising need—it shoved him into a frenzy. With a sudden, almost feral urgency, his fingers curled into the cups of her dress and tore the offending barrier away. The fabric gave way in a single rip; forgotten the moment it hit the floor. Rain’s mouth trailed from her lips down to her breasts, claiming a nipple with a groan of gratitude. Ivy gasped, head tipping back as she arched into him, her hands tangling in his hair to keep him exactly where she wanted him. Obeying her silent command, he sucked hungrily as she writhed in his arms.

A steady stream of her power coursed through him, consuming his thoughts, making him want—no, need the taste of her. He lifted her by the ass, and her legs instinctively wrapped around him. With a sharp tug of his hair, she dragged him back into a fierce, claiming kiss. She clungto him tightly as he carried them to the centre of the bed, loosening her grip only when he lowered them onto the sheets.

Rain ground his iron-hard cock over her lace covered pussy, releasing a moan from them both. His hungry lips nipped, licked and sucked at her skin, devouring every part of her they encountered. She buckled when his teeth grazed over her sensitive nipples.

Her fingers combed through his hair as she whimpered, “More,” the plea laced with urgency and desire. While his tongue swirled eagerly around her nipple, she wriggled out of her sage coloured lace underwear. With a rough tug of his hair, she guided him down her body, wordlessly directing him. He obeyed, gaze blazing as he lowered himself between her thighs. His lips pressed softly to the warm skin at the apex, his breath catching at the sight of her glistening with need. Rain groaned as her taste met his tongue, a rush of sweetness flooding his senses. His whole body tightened, his arousal throbbing with painful insistence.

Minehis thoughts affirmed,this pussy is mine.

Ivy’s sweet sounds of pleasure filled the air, each one sending a fresh bolt of heat through him. Her thighs trembled around his shoulders as he worked her with focused devotion, her body responding to every deliberate stroke of his tongue. She buckled beneath the attention he gave her clit, arching helplessly as he found the rhythm that unravelled her. He slid two fingers deep into her drenched arousal drawing another sweet moan from her as she clenched her thighs.

She ground against his face, a firm grip on his hair as tightness coiled at her core. Rain thrust his fingers faster matching her pace. His tongue firmly brushing over her clit. Ivy called out his name as her inner walls clenched around his curling fingers

Rain’s cock twitched eagerly, liquid beading at the tip.

As Ivy surrendered to the tension coiling through her body, her power flooded him completely, drowning out every sense but her. The forceof it ignited something feral inside him—an overwhelming need to be inside her. To feel her needy pussy pulsating around his cock. Now. Abruptly pulling away as her release tore through her, he dragged her thighs up to meet his, their bodies colliding with a sharp slap of skin. He wasted no time, acting on instinct rather than thought, positioning himself against her with a desperate urgency. In one fluid, claiming movement, he pushed into her, stealing her breath in a moan of shock and relief as their bodies finally met.

With his arm secured around her waist, he held their bodies flush, closing every inch of space between them. Ivy shuddered with pleasure, reacting to the sudden, overwhelming fullness of him. If Rain hadn’t already been consumed by her power, he would have been undone by the sight of her alone—her long dark hair fanned around her in wild, tousled waves, clinging to sweat-kissed skin flushed a sinful shade of rose. And her eyes… those sultry hazel eyes, heavy-lidded with desire and unwavering devotion, were enough to flay a weaker male where he stood

Clinging to Rain’s toned shoulders, Ivy rode out the last tremors of her release, her body rippling with aftershocks around his hard intrusion. As her orgasm ebbed, so did the torrent of her power, tapering to the precise level she wanted. The shift allowed Rain to regain control, steadying the urgency threatening to overwhelm him. His grip tightened around her hips as he moved with deliberate, hungry precision, savouring the way her body clung to every thrust. Ivy’s heels dug into him, urging him deeper, silently demanding he pick up the pace. They had danced this dance countless times, their bodies falling into perfect, instinctive synchrony.

Their moans rose together as their rhythm intensified, until Ivy let out a sharp, frustrated sigh. Rain barely had time to register it before her teeth sank into his shoulder, dragging a guttural growl from his chest, scattering his thoughts. Her body clenched around his thick cockwith intentional force, her fingernails raking down his back, urging him wordlessly to give her more—harder, faster, deeper.

Her pussy clenched around his cock in rhythmic waves, pulling desperate sounds from his throat each time he drew back. With every deep, intentional thrust, her power surged stronger, building toward another orgasm. When it finally crashed through her in trembling waves, she lost control entirely. Rain, barely capable of coherent thought himself, pulled away and flipped a shuddering Ivy onto her stomach. The sudden shift severed the connection to her power, but his desire was wound too tight for him to care.

Letting out a euphoric gasp Ivy gripped the sheets and arched her ass into the air, offering herself to him without hesitation. Rain seized her by the waist and drove back into her with raw, unrestrained need, sounds of satisfaction tearing from both of them. Ivy’s hand slipped between her thighs, her fingers brushing his base where their bodies met as she channelled her power directly into him. The jolt of it sent him slamming into motion, each thrust driving him closer to the edge with reckless, pounding urgency.

“Come on, baby… give it to me,” Ivy moaned, her voice threading through the sharp sounds of slapping flesh. Bracing herself with a tight grip on the sheets, she pushed back against him, matching every driving movement with equal force. A flicker of exasperation coloured her tone, brushing Rain’s awareness for the briefest moment before dissolving beneath the rising swell of his own climax.

Overtaken by instinct, Rain pressed her flat to the bed, pinning her beneath him as he drove into her with rapid, dominating thrusts. Their bodies moved in a relentless cadence, Ivy trembling beneath him as another shuddering release tore through her, drawing him closer to the edge with every pulse of her body. A raw cry escaped him, his forehead dropping to her spine as a low, guttural moan rumbled from his chest.His muscles locked in ecstasy as the peak overtook him, his whole-body shuddering with the force of it.

Falling breathlessly onto the bed, Rain’s whole–body hummed with satisfaction. Ivy twisted to face him, resting on her elbow as she eyed him inquisitively.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, scooping her into his arms, wanting to remain in their bubble of intimacy.She sighed as she nestled against his chest, her lips curving into a pout as if to choose her words wisely.

“You were different. That…” She gestured to their entwined bodies, “Was different than our usual, toe tingling, Gods raising, sex.” Rain’s brow furrowed as he tried to comprehend what she was saying, post sex grogginess still clouding his brain.

“Different how?” He had been so overcome by her power, that he hadn’t been able to acknowledge anything beyond desire. As intended it had been the escapism he had needed and though he recalled a moment where something felt off, he couldn’t really pinpoint what the problem was.

“I couldn’t feel you, feeling me,” She said quietly, her lips tickling against his pec as she spoke. He tensed, caught off guard, it suddenly occurred to him that she was right, he couldn’t feel how she was feeling. He couldn’t feel anything outside of himself, no energy signatures within the palace, no unwanted emotions of others, nothing. Which meant he wasn’t channelling. An uneasiness settled in his gut; this had never happened before. Why wasn’t he channelling?