Page 65 of The Surrender

Her heat humbles me, staggers my heart in my chest as I approach the heaven between her legs where I inhale the perfume of her wet folds. “The mountains, the highest pinnacles, they are a wild, wild wonder. Like you. I am a slave to them. An unworthy but unadulterated and unconditional slave. As I am to you. You are the dark magic and the sweet soul we will run back to every time, Quinny.”

I put my tongue to her. And she keens. So deliciously drenched, and I wish I had more time to savor. But I tread dangerously close as I circle her clit and memorize the sound of her frenzied breaths and deep moans. Tremors ripple along her legs.

Wrenching myself away before she can come, I take the next few moments to rise, tower over her, and pry her thighs, spreading her wide. Tears flow freely on her cheeks as her emotions gush from her—driven by the changes in her body, the impact of these last moments, and the deep need of her heart and soul.

I kiss her again, fold her lips back, twist my tongue in hers, and savor her moan vibrating into me. In the solitude and darkness, I find those gray eyes glimmering wet and wild and wondrous. “You are the strongest flaw and perfection I have ever felt. The strongest darkness. The strongest beauty. The culmination of forbearance and beauty. The sort that could only ever love a demon of depravity inside of an angel.

“Because you are no spirit moth, Quinny. You may believe you are a monster, a demon. But you are the angel. And this demon of depravity will spend his last moments inside of you.”

I position myself. And drive home.

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“Fly for me, my angel, my Queen...”

QUINTESSA

My scream echoes throughout the cavern.

Icicles splinter, clattering to the ground, shattering upon the bones, and filling the air with their music. Wind feathers across every inch of my body, kissing my skin with thousands of tingles.

He catches my flailing arms and pins them above my head as he buries himself in me. So deep and hard but slow, achingly, excruciatingly slow. Like he can take these moments of limited time and multiply them.

“This is how I should have fucked you in that throne room,” he says through labored breath. “No one and nothing but the two of us and those unseeing eyes.”

I don’t understand any of this. Because it’s not Kyan who gazes back at me. Glimmers of him radiate through those depthless blue orbs, but this is not him who loves me in the horror and death of this place.

It’s Shadow.

He’s shaking and shuddering through every thrust. A low growl. A guttural groan. I feel them vibrating into my chest, kicking up my heart’s pace even more. They confess his desire, his need to draw this out, but he can’t. His jaw hardens to steel. In the eye of this storm of a moment, he pauses. Cocks his head. And trains the intensity of his eyes down upon me.

“You never needed to win the demon inside him, my angel.” Shadow lowers his lips to rub a kiss upon my brow. “He needed to win you.”

He pulls out to show how my fluids have wept all over his monstrous cock. My tear-blurred eyes widen, and I whimper from the power I know is coming.

When he removes one hand from my wrists, gets it under the small of my back, then thrusts his wings around me, I gasp. Cocooning me in those great layers of feathers, Shadow slams inside me. My cries get lost in those wings, becoming one with his groans.

He fucks me harder, deeper, until I have no choice but to surrender to his will. Grinding his hips, he pistons inside me.

And unleashes the full force of his power, his winds of vibration into me.

All my inner muscles lock up, squeezing and pulling him closer as lightning strikes my core. It scorches all my nerve endings and sizzles my blood to a molten hot river as I fall over the edge. Shadow snaps, all his reserve and control gone. He plows into me like the demon he is, the power of his vibrating thrusts triggering several orgasms to blind me, deafen me, and desensitize me to everything but my soul spiraling into rapture.

It feels like flying.

“Fly for me, my angel, my Queen...”

Tempests escape my throat, leaving in gasps and cries, sobs and screams as I shatter again and again. My tattoos dance all over my skin, whirling and twirling from the ecstasy surging through me. Lightning strikes over and over. I’m hardly aware of Shadow boring into me, ramming all the way to the hilt, throwing his head back, and roaring my name with his release.

Hundreds of icicles shatter around us, but he keeps me safe within the haven of his wings. Nothing but our breaths and energy knit together in the silence.

Darkness eclipses my mind. I lost count of the orgasms. My body is unraveling, all its strength overthrown.

"Tread lightly, pretty darling soul,

When breath is brief, and sun is low...

We thought the scars would make us strong.

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