Page 147 of Their Reckless Thief
I held her trembling thighs, pressing soft, reverent kisses to her sensitive skin as she came down. She was still shivering, her breaths ragged, her body limp and sated. For a moment, I pretended I deserved this. Pretended she could ever be mine.
The ache in my chest reminded me of the truth, however. I was nothing but a shadow, and she was the light I could never truly touch.
The sight of her like this—flushed, undone, glowing with satisfaction—shattered the last of my resolve. I stood and wrapped my arms around her, the warmth of her seeping into my skin like a drug I couldn’t quit.
Without a second thought, I veilstepped out of the shower, the water swirling in the air as we landed on my bed. The soft thud of her body beneath mine sent another wave of desire through me. We were dripping wet, and the scent of her release still clung to me
I lowered my forehead to hers and closed my eyes. “You’ll ruin me,” I whispered, my voice breaking with need. “And I’ll let you.”
She cupped my face, her touch so gentle it felt like absolution, though I didn’t deserve it.
I sat back between her legs and closed my eyes, steadying my breath as I called the shadows to me. They coiled at my feet, creeping upward, wrapping around my legs like sentient vines. Their weight was familiar, comforting even. As I opened my eyes and saw Celeste watching me with curiosity and trust, something inside me changed. How could she look at me like that, knowing what I was?
A slight hesitation flickered in her eyes, so fast before it was gone again, but it still twisted my heart. I wanted to reassure her, but words felt useless. Instead, I reached for the connection I knew she’d feel.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” I murmured softly, though every inch of me trembled under her gaze. “Say the word, and I’ll stop.”
She nodded, her lips parting slightly as she glanced at the shadows weaving around me.
I flicked my wrist, commanding the shadows to wrap around her waist, their dark tendrils moving slowly, deliberately, as if savoring the feel of her skin. They caressed her like I wanted to, their touch gentle but purposeful as they slid up her stomach and over the curve of her ribs. Her breath hitched, her chest rising sharply, and I couldn’t look away.
Two shadows spiraled up, curling around her breasts. They tightened just enough to make her gasp, and she clutched at the sheets. I guided them deeper, letting them press into her breast tissue, stroking her from the inside out.
“Fuck, Luca!”
The sound of her—so vulnerable, so unrestrained—shattered what little composure I had left. I leaned down and nuzzled the soft curve of her neck, breathing her in like she was the very air I needed to stay alive.
“I’m not done.” I pressed my lips against her skin right over her pulse. Her heart raced, each beat a reminder of how alive she was, how painfully fragile.
Two more shadows twined around her thighs. They applied just enough pressure to make her squirm, each move teasing and deliberate as they edged closer to her pussy. She let out a trembling moan, her hips shifting involuntarily, seeking more.
When the first shadow brushed over her clit, she gasped, her head falling back against the pillows. Another slid lightly along her folds. I instructed one to form a swirling suction over the sensitive tip of her clit while the others pressed inward, vibrating gently, their rhythm perfectly timed.
Celeste writhed beneath me, her moans like a symphony as the shadows worked her over. Her thighs quivered, her chest rising and falling with every desperate breath.
“Gods, oh gods,” she whimpered, reaching blindly for me as if I were the only thing that could anchor her.
“Celeste.” Gods, she was fucking exquisite. Perfect. And I was drowning in her.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I positioned myself between her thighs, my cock aching as I slid into her wet heat. Her breath caught in her throat, and she bit down on her lower lip as I filled her, inch by inch, until I was buried completely.
She moaned and clenched around me, pulling me deeper. Groaning, I gripped her hips to steady myself. The shadows continued their dance around her clit, moving in perfect rhythm with the slow thrust of my hips.
“Luca.” She clawed at my back. Her desperation matched mine, and she met my every thrust with an urgency that bordered on madness.
“Fuck, Celeste,” I rasped, my voice rough with need. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect. So wet for me.”
I moved faster, my hips snapping against hers. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room. Wet, rhythmic, raw. Each thrust pushed me closer to the edge, and I wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer. The shadows followed my commands, their movements intensifying as I felt her climax building. I sent one last shadow to her ass, pressing inside her slowly, carefully, until she cried out and shuddered violently beneath me.
“Gods! Luca,” she screamed, her voice breaking as she came undone.
And that was my undoing. With one final thrust, I buried myself deep, spilling inside her as a growl ripped from my throat. My shadows caressed her, drawing out every last wave of her release until she collapsed beneath me, utterly spent.
I stayed there for a minute, my forehead resting against hers, our breaths mingling in the quiet. I rolled off her and pulled her against me, relishing the warmth of her pressed into my side. The silence between us was fragile, like the stillness after a storm, and I was terrified to break it.
How could she let me hold her, knowing the darkness I carried?
She traced idle patterns on my chest, and I closed my eyes, letting myself believe, just for a moment, that this was real. That I could have this. That I could have her.
