Light Shadows (10 page)

“You
have no need for it, Dorian. You have nothing to be jealous about. I came back for
you.
Nobody but you.”

I try to pull back to see his face, but he holds me close against him. He doesn’t say a word, and neither do I. Just the feel of his body against mine is enough.

It’s not until we hear the clearing of someone’s throat behind us do I even remember that we’re not alone.

“Think I could grab one of those?” Niko asks, motioning to the coffee cups that Dorian and I are holding hostage. With a sheepish smile, I shimmy out of Dorian’s arms and hand him one.

“How’s Morgan?” I ask, hoping to diffuse any rising tension between the brothers.

“She’s good. She remembers most of the details, so it’s easier to piece them all together. Alex thinks we can spell her to at least weaken her sight enough to provide a little peace.”

I grab a mug for myself and dribble a little flavored creamer in it. “And you think it’ll work?”

Niko shrugs. “It won’t be fool-proof, but it’ll keep her sane. We shouldn’t have a problem as long as one of us is near her.”

“So does that mean you’re staying?” I feel my eyes light up with hope and excitement. I don’t mean for them to, but I can’t stop myself. I just hope Dorian doesn’t see it too. I won’t bother to look up to find out, that’s for damn sure.

He shrugs again, staring into his cup. “For as long as it takes to ensure you’re safe.”

I let myself sneak a glance at Dorian, and as I suspected, his expression is as cold and hard as stone. His gaze slides over me, warming my body like slow-moving lava. I know that look; I live for that look. That look has both aroused and destroyed me more times than I can count.

I can’t respond to Niko’s comment. Hell, I can’t even remember it.

IT GOES WITHOUT saying that this birthday will forever go down in history as the most eventful and exhausting birthday ever.

By the time the sun sets and everyone is settled in for the evening, I feel like I may pass out from fatigue. But opening my bedroom door to find Dorian standing at my bay window, gazing out into the night, instantly makes every cell in my body hum with an indescribable sexual charge. He doesn’t turn around or say a word, because he doesn’t need to. He can feel my need just as I can feel his.

I kick off my jeans and t-shirt, and leave them in the middle of the room, knowing it’ll bug him. I laugh inwardly at my immaturity. Neat freak Dorian must be cringing right now.

“Very funny,” he mutters from the window. He takes a sip from the glass of amber liquid in his hand.

“Glad I could amuse you, Mr. Skotos.” I take a step towards my closet to grab a sleep tee, but decide against it. Instead I stride over to Dorian wearing only my bra and panties. He holds out the glass for me and I take a taste of the potent liquor, letting its warmth slide down my throat.

“Amuse? No. Arouse? Most definitely. But you already know that, don’t you?”

He takes the glass from my hands and sets it down on the nightstand before spinning me around so my ass is pressed into his groin and his hard chest molds to my back. I lean into him and let my eyes close, perfectly comfortable and secure in his arms. So much so, that I can’t even stifle the yawn that escapes when I open my mouth to reply.

“You’re exhausted.” Dorian winds his arms around my scantily clothed frame and buries his lips in my hair. “I should have been more careful with you.”

“I’m fine, honestly. Better now that I know everything will be ok. Niko and Alex are alternating between watching Morgan and checking the perimeter of the apartment building.”

“Still, you should have let me help you. You’re barely a day old and still have so much to learn. You could’ve pushed yourself too far.”

I turn around in his arms, pressing my breasts against his chest. “Barely a day old?” I ask with a questioning brow.

“To us, you are just now living. The magic becomes your life force; without it, you die.” He nuzzles his nose with mine and his lips graze my mouth, yet he doesn’t kiss me. “You gave so much of yourself today. Now, it’s my turn to give you me.”

Without warning, we’re on the bed, wisps of charcoal vapors swirling around our bodies. I’m flat on my back with Dorian hovering over me, watching, waiting for his influence to overtake my consciousness. While his body doesn’t touch mine, his mind—his beautiful-fucking-mind—begins to infiltrate every part of me. Sliding over the surface of my skin, so soft and light, like the silkiest feather. Pinching my sensitive nipples and raking down my belly. Igniting heat between my thighs until my panties are damp with desire.

I feel him all over me—teasing my pleasure points with his phantom touches. He moves in closer, so close that our lips nearly meet, yet he still won’t kiss me. He still won’t let me taste the sweet longing that is undoubtedly tempting his tongue. I lift my head to take it from him only to find that I am bound to the bed, completely under his control.

I’ve been here before. I’ve been under Dorian’s spell enough times to know how this will play out. He’s a man of dominating control, and today has been nothing short of chaos. He’s taking it back. He’s taking
me
back.

“Touch me,” I beg, my voice breathless with agony.

“No.” His eyes spark with white fire on that single word, showing the torment of his restraint.

“Please,” I whimper. “I need you to touch me. I need to feel you.”

“You feel me now,” he rasps.

“No. That’s not enough.”

“Oh? Not enough?” Pressure spikes in my core and I cry out as sensation snakes through my swollen sex. He doesn’t move, but I feel him there—touching, licking, even biting. Soft and hard, hot and wet, all at the same time.

“I can feel you throbbing, Gabriella. It hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.” My voice is an intelligible squeak. It does hurt, yet it feels oh-so-incredibly good. Dorian’s pain is the most potent form of pleasure.

“I feel the hardness of your nipples—how they ache to be licked and sucked. You want me to do that, Gabriella? You want me cover your nipples with my mouth and run my tongue over them? You want me to squeeze them between my teeth right before I suck them, baby?”

“Yes, Dorian,” I manage through a sob.

“And when I’m done teasing your nipples, you want me to run my tongue down…” Another jolt of electricity stings my sensitive flesh. “…down…down…until it meets that soft, sweet place that hurts you so bad? You want me to kiss it and make it better?”

I try to nod through the haze of lust and agony, but I can’t move. I can only feel him owning my body in the most delicious way.

“Say it! Say you want me to suck you, lick you, taste you until you come on my tongue. And maybe, little girl—just maybe—I’ll let you do it.”

I open my mouth to scream or weep, only to find that he’s now bound my voice. This sick, sexy sonofabitch just wants to torture me.

As if he’s heard my thoughts, Dorian leaves me with a sadistic grin before he’s gone in a puff of grey smoke. Panic begins to set in until I feel the bed give beside me and Dorian’s scent washes over me once more.

“My sweet, sweet Gabriella,” he coos, raking his fingers through my hair. “Seeing as it is your birthday, I probably shouldn’t torture you too much. But you’re so
open
to me; I just can’t help myself. You may speak now.”

I open my mouth to find that the use of my vocal cords has been restored. “You’re sick. You are a sick, twisted fuck,” I spew, panting with immeasurable need.

“Ah. A sick, twisted fuck that you want inside you, I presume?” He appears in my line of vision, wearing that devilish smirk. I both want to slap it off his face and kiss it, all in the same breath.

“Yes.” There’s no point in lying. Even if he couldn’t feel my emotions, he could clearly see how soaked my panties are.

“Would that make you happy, Gabriella? Me inside you? Filling you? Fucking you?” He leans down further, so close that I can feel his cool breath fan across my face and taste the lust on his tongue. “Ruining you so thoroughly that merely the sound of my name would make you cry out in a fit of passion?”

“Yes. It would.” Frustrated tears run down my face. “It would make me happy. Please don’t leave me like this.”

Finally, he touches me, running a solitary finger from my collarbone down to the hollow between my breasts. “Oh, little girl. I would never leave you. Especially like this.”

With a deft flick of a finger, my bra and panties are ripped away from my body. Then in the next second, he’s standing at the foot of the bed, palms spread over my body as bright blue flames lick up his wrists.

“Look at me,” he commands, and I don’t hesitate to find his eyes, burning with white-hot passion. He’s shirtless, and the sight of smooth ripples on tanned skin makes my mouth water.

It only takes that second—that single moment that our gazes meet—before my legs are shaking uncontrollably and I’m moaning Dorian’s name. It’s so strong—so unbelievably strong—that I feel it may kill me. But he won’t stop. His hands keep hovering over my writhing body, coaxing my climax like a snake charmer. Pulling it from deep within me in waves so intense that my entire body elevates from the bed, and I’m suspended in the power of pleasure alone.

“Dorian,” I gasp. “Please. Now, please.”

I only have mere seconds to catch my breath as Dorian strips off his pants before my thighs are in his hands and he’s opening me, revealing the wetness that already soaks the sheets. Then he’s pushing inside me, not even pausing to let my body adjust to the size of his intrusion. His thrusts are so deep and urgent, I swear he’s trying to burrow inside me to disappear forever. And from this angle—with my body still levitating inches from the bed—he can feel all of me, just as I can feel all of him, destroying what’s left of my control from the inside out.

Realizing that my arms are no longer bound, I wrap one across his shoulders to fist his hair, pulling his head down to taste his lips. He wanted to deny me of his kiss—he wanted to keep me teetering on the precipice of insanity—but he bends to my will, fusing his mouth to mine.

With his skillful tongue still moving with mine, he growls, burying himself impossibly deeper inside me. I don’t even realize that he’s lifted me up onto his lap until my swollen nipples graze his bare chest, begging to be touched. One of his hands grips my waist as he manipulates my body up and down to meet his upward strokes. The other guides my pebbled bud to his mouth, and he begins to suck and lick and bite, just as he said he would.

Oh God…this. Just…this. I can’t even begin to put it into words. The feel of him buried to the hilt, his tongue stroking my nipples, the friction of my hypersensitive clit rubbing against his pubic bone… this will kill me for sure. I feel myself breaking, dissolving onto him…into him. Sharing every breath, moan and sigh as one panting, quivering entity.

“Do you feel it?” Dorian grits out between thrusts. “Do you feel what you do to me?”

I close my eyes and just focus on his words and the ripples of pleasure racing through me. “Yes.”

He growls, and I feel teeth sink into the skin of my neck. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to tell me he’s close. He’s trying to hold on a little longer—trying to stay on this wave of indescribable ecstasy—but it’s too good to pull back now. He needs more—harder, faster, deeper.

I can feel him swelling inside me, throbbing with his impending release. His growth presses against that hidden spot tucked away within my walls. That spot that instantly makes me weep whenever the swollen tip of him strokes it with perfect pressure—just like he’s doing right now.

Dorian holds me tight and buries his face in the crook of my neck as we fall apart together. His body so rigid, mine as pliant as Jell-O, we whine and groan until our voices grow hoarse with exhaustion. Then, ever-so-gently, he lays my body down on the bed, placing my head on the pillow and covering our naked, sweat-dampened bodies with the disheveled sheets.

“Now you know,” he whispers into the crown of my head. “Now you know what you do to me. And why I would kill anybody that tried to take that feeling away from me again. Before last night—before you came back to me after your ascension—I felt like a dying man. For months, while we were apart, I yearned for death. It would have been much kinder than living without you.”

Dorian softly angles my face so I can see the conviction in those smoldering eyes. “I know what true suffering is, Gabriella. And no degree of agony could ever surmount how it feels to not have you by my side.”

Most normal twenty-one year olds would shy away from such profound declarations of love, but Dorian’s words draw me in closer. I touch my lips to his, letting him taste the truth in my kiss.

“I know. I know because I felt it too. And I still feel that way about you, Dorian. I always have and always will, until the end of time. Until we perish into dust, whether that’s a week or an eternity from now.”

He smiles before kissing me again, his hand cradling my head gently. Such a contrast from the ferocity he showed me just moments ago. I love him like this. I love him rough and demanding too, but the softer side of Dorian—the vulnerable side that no one else gets to see—is what opened my heart to him. It was his secret sadness that kept me coming back to the hotel suite night after night. The sex, of course, is extraordinary, but knowing there was so much melancholy just beneath that steely exterior made me feel for him.