Page 75 of Shadows of Ruin

She closed her eyes.

“Ah, ah,” I said pausing their exploration. In this, we were one, my shadows and me, without a need to fight or battle for dominance. “I need you to tell me you want it. Tell me yes.”

She nodded.

“Out loud, Illiana.”

Her gaze snapped to mine, and the need reflecting back threatened to bring me to my damn knees.

“Yes.”

I swallowed, gripping the railing to keep from getting any closer. I didn’t think after everything that had happened I’d ever get to touch her again. This was beyond my wildest dreams.

Even if she didn’t fully trust me, the sliver of hope remained that she might one day fully forgive me. She might let me all the way in. But for now? For now, I’d take this as the precious fucking gift it was and give her exactly what she needed. And then some.

My shadow reached behind her hair and pulled it back, exposing her neck. Long tendrils whispered down her skin. A barely there caress. Just enough to send goosebumps down her body at my phantom touch. Fates, her skin was soft.

Lana let out a hushed moan, eyes fluttering closed again as my other shadows rose higher and higher, tracing the inside of her thigh.

“More. Now,” she begged.

“Patience, Little Rebel.”

I commanded the shadows to slowly circle around Lana’s wrists, stretching them above her head and pinning them in place against the stone wall.

Her eyes flew open, as she realized she was now trapped, unable to move.

“Look at me,” I said. She obeyed and I resisted the urge to go to her, to beg on my knees before her to listen to my words. “They will never hurt you.Iwill never hurt you. Never again.”

She inhaled and exhaled a slow breath, then nodded.

I willed the shadows formed beneath her dress to continue, changing from whispery tendrils into a hand. If it wasn’t going to be my hand, then at least my shadows could feel her orgasm around them.

Shifting, I clutched my own thigh, completely off kilter watching Lana give herself over to my shadows.

The shadow hand coaxed her legs apart, and pushed her satin underwear to the side, not like there was much there to begin with.

The cool whisper of the evening air across her entrance elicited the most intoxicating moan from her, and I had barely begun

This will be fun.

A shadow finger slowly edged its way inside of her. She was wanting and ready, and I shuddered feeling how eagerly she awaited more through my shadows. She watched me, just as I watched her, and a fire sparked in her gaze. This woman would be the death of me, thoroughly, truly, and I couldn’t bring myself to care.

I’d give her whatever she wanted and then some. So long as I could be the one she looked at like that.

The finger began to meticulously stroke inside of her, while other tendrils of shadow snaked around her body, massaging her clit as she shook against the wall.

A shiver of pure desire jolted through me. The way myshadows glided in and out of her so fucking perfectly nearly brought me to my damn knees.

I gripped the marble of the balcony to the point of pain, willing myself to remain in place. If I allowed myself to move one inch, it would send me into a spiral. One I may not be able to come back from.

No, be still. Feel her beneath your shadows. Let her have everything she needs.

I sent more shadows out from me to play with her breasts, all while others still pinned her arms above her head. I grinned in anticipation, remembering just how much she enjoyed when my tongue greedily devoured her nipples, so I sent shadows there, flicking and pinching them. Suddenly, my coil of control over my shadows loosened, and they took over, but we were of one mind so completely, I didn’t need to urge them to do my bidding. Giving her the most pleasure possible was the goal. For both of us.

My shadows were unwavering in their need to claim what was theirs.

Claim what wasours.

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