Page 129 of The Bound Blood
Kael leans closer, his forehead brushing mine.
“I wanted you long before you let yourself want me,” he murmurs. “And I won’t rush this. Not now. Not ever.”
The shadows respond to his words, sliding higher again, slower this time—no hurry, no urgency. They trace me like they have all the time in the world, and this moment belongs to them as much as it does to us.
My breath stutters, catching in my throat as they brush my chest. My nipples harden almost painfully as they withdraw and ghost down my stomach. I’m positive my panties are soaked already.
The shadows press closer, firmer now, urging my body to open to them, to sink deeper into the bed. They slide along my sides, my thighs, holding me exactly where he wants me. Then they work my underwear off, touching me everywhere at once.
Kael kisses me, his mouth brushing mine, grounding me while everything else feels like it’s pulling me apart. The contrastis dizzying—his lips are gentle and unhurried while the shadows continue their slow exploration, and he maps each reaction they draw from me.
I whimper into his mouth, the sound swallowed by another light kiss. His thumb brushes my jaw as he kisses the corner of my lips, lingering there.
“You can let yourself feel,” he murmurs against my lips. “Let me hear you.”
The shadows push again, bolder this time, coaxing a deeper arch from my body, and drawing a helpless moan from my lips that I don’t bother hiding. When they brush my clit ,I think I might die. But nope, it’s when they slip inside me, curling just right and another embarrassingly loud moan fills the room.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his lips barely brushing mine between words. “You sound beautiful when you let go.”
I don’t have words after that.
My body tightens, the sensation cresting fast, his praise sinking into me deeper than anything else he’s done. My breath comes apart, every nerve tuned to him, to the shadows, to the way he’s watching me.
Fuck. I might have a praise kink.
Because if he calls me a good girl, I might actually lose it—and the thought alone makes my whole body shudder.
His mouth curves against mine. “You’re doing so good,” he whispers, voice low and deliberate, like he’s testing the words on purpose—as though he heard the thought as clearly as if I’d said it out loud.
Another tremor runs through me, my eyes fluttering shut as he kisses down my throat, over my collarbone. Everywhere his mouth is soft and reverent, the shadows are anything but—moving with intent, relentless and knowing, an extension of him that makes it impossible to separate the sensations.
I don’t know how this is possible. I don’t know how it works.
I just know that if he keeps going, I don’t care to understand it.
My first orgasm crashes over me, dragging me down. Holy shit, I just got off with the help of literal shadows. They roll over me, holding me the way a lover would, as I suck in lungfuls of air.
“Open your eyes, Lindsay.”
I do.
“Keep them on me,” he says softly.
He moves, the bed dipping as he stands up. His shadows withdraw, and I watch as he sheds the rest of his clothing. My mouth goes dry as his cock falls heavy between his legs. He’s large. No, that doesn’t even feel like an accurate description.
“That is not going to fit,” I say immediately.
He chuckles. “I’m pretty sure you were made for me. I’ll fit.”
I roll my lips between my teeth and watch as he climbs back onto the bed. He kneels between my legs, his eyes running over me. When he reaches out and touches me with his fingers, I swear it almost sends me straight into bliss again.
“You think I was made for you?”
The corner of his mouth kicks up. “Or I was made for you.”
My heart gives a happy little thump at his words. I do like the sound of that. The idea that he was made for me, that we were destined to be right here, in this moment, yeah…that settles something deep inside my soul.
He rolls his thumb over my clit as two of his fingers slide through the moisture caused by his shadows and sinks them inside of me. They feel different than the shadow did. Better even. Is that possible?
