Page 150 of Every Shade of Shadow

His wand materializes in his hand, the same he once pressed into my ass. He gives a single nod, raising it to the sky. “Tempest Umbramortis. Repeat it”

I close my eyes, heartbeat thundering in my veins as I chant the forbidden words of magic. The air around us crackles and burns, energy building with each syllable.

The rain on my skin sizzles and for a moment I feel horribly, desperately ill, but it passes. When I open my eyes, a shimmering veil of purple light surrounds our bodies. I marvel at it, completely lost for words.

My hair is matted to my face, the rain streaming down my body, but I feel Damien. I feel all of him—the pain, the relentless pursuit of it, of justice and the horrible mechanics required to bring it. I see things of such depravity, such pure, unfiltered evil it’s hard to believe.

But that vulnerability I have been sensing, it’s wide open here. And it’s me. I am his weakness. His thoughts of me, his protectiveness, at all costs, speak volumes.

He’s watched me for so long, waited…and here I am.

“Now you see,” he says, taking my hand.

The Professor looks to the sky as lightning arcs across it, webbing its way over the clouds. "It’s time."

He lunges forward and shoves me to the ground.

I hit the stone tiles hard, breath leaving my lungs in a startled gasp. Before I can react, he’s on top of me, pinning my wrists above my head and staring down into my eyes.

I feel it—that insatiable need for control and the dopamine hit that follows. This is different from the gender swap. This goes far beyond that.

I am him. He is me.

We are one.

"Did I not warn you this would push you to your limits?" His voice is a low growl, hips grinding into mine. The rain stings my eyes and I have to blink away the droplets just to maintain eye contact with him. "You belong to me now, Ana, and I to you, my Shadow Queen."

I arch into him, my legs spreading desperate for his touch. The energy surrounding us intensifies, crackling over my skin in waves of sensation. Our thoughts and emotions bleed into one another through the spell, lust and power and something deeper still, an all-consuming need that threatens to devour me whole.

He claims my mouth, biting my lower lip. I cry out at the bright flare of pain, and his thoughts surge into mine. The pain loops back, feeds into itself.

“You're mine now,” he says, “mine for all eternity. I will break you and remake you, bind your power to my will. You will surrender everything to me, your master, as I take my pleasure from your willing flesh.”

The words sear into my mind, dark ecstasy and promise of sweet corruption. I am lost, adrift in the cyclone of our joined consciousness. There is no Ana, no Damien, only pleasure and power, pushing the limits of what our mortal forms can endure.

He latches onto my breast, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, that luminous, purple haze drawing across my skin.

I scream. But it is not a scream of protest. It is the scream of a woman surrendering at last, embracing her own darkness, her own desire.

Another bolt lights up the sky, the Professor backlit in a ghoulish silhouette.

"Yes," I moan, twisting to grant him better access. "Take everything.”

Triumph flashes through our connection, a surge of pure dominance that makes me whimper.

With a click of his fingers, his clothes are stripped away until he is as bare as I am, that beautiful body in wait, cock fiercely erect.

“Now,” he says, let us see how much power you can channel before you break.”

The sky cracks open above us, rumbles in communication with its master.

He turns to me, eyes burning into mine.

My heart pounds. I am ready to face the unknown. I am ready to be consumed by magic and passion until nothing remains of the poor, weak girl I once was.

She’s gone.

Dead.

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