Bound by Shadows

8 (R19)

In the hushed darkness of the night, I stirred, restless and unable to find solace in sleep. Padding quietly to the mini fridge for a glass of water, the cold floor sent shivers through my bare feet.

As I took a sip, a faint chill crept over me, and when I turned to head back to bed, there was silhouette perched on the armchair, its form ambiguous in the dim moonlight. The room held its breath, and I hesitated, caught in the eerie stillness.

Rising from his seat, he approached, and my voice faltered, uttering his name in a breathless whisper, "C-Caelus..."

Without a moment's pause, he enveloped me in an embrace, a firm hold that caught me off guard.

"Zanya," he murmured, and we lingered in that embrace, for what felt like hours.

Breaking the silence, I questioned, "How did you get in here?"

He released his embrace, his lips brushing my forehead, a comforting warmth permeating my chilled skin. "Tadashi had his ways," he replied with a soft smile.

As our eyes met, a wave of remorse crashed over me. "I'm sorry," I blurted, stepping back. "I know any apology on earth will never be enough for you," I said, barely meeting his gaze, trying to gather the courage to voice it. His eyes softened, understanding without words.

"Zavian told you?"

I nodded, unable to utter the words. It was true; my father had murdered his entire family. He wouldn't forgive me, wouldn't accept me. "If you want a divorce—"

"That's not an option," he interrupted, lifting a hand, telling me to stop.

"But—"

"I told you not to apologize," his voice softened. With each step I took back, he advanced, gently holding my chin with his thumb and forefinger, guiding it to face him.

"I don't give a damn about what happened in the past," he declared, his breath heavy. "I only know that I need you, Zanya. Nothing else," he asserted, his tone unwavering. "Unless, you don't want me," he swallows but I immediately denied it.

In that moment, his declaration hung in the air, and the weight of his words settled on my shoulders. His grip on my chin was both firm and gentle, as if grounding me in the present while soothing the events of the past.

"But you deserve to know the truth," I whispered, my eyes searching his for a sign of understanding.

"Let me bear the punishment in the afterlife for failing to avenge them, but as I've said," his thumb gently caressed my cheek in a rhythmic motion, "I need you. It is not an exaggeration, Zanya."

His blue eyes, pools of intensity, locked onto mine with a fervor that stirred the air. Dark lashes framed those piercing orbs. His breaths, slow and deliberate, echoed in the charged silence, each exhale a testament to the palpable tension that wrapped around us.

As he gazed at me, his features came alive in the dim light—a strong jawline traced by the soft glow, hints of a perfectly groomed stubble, enhancing the masculine charm that defined his look. The weight of his stare bore into me, creating an electric connection that left me breathless.

In a daring move, his hand found its way to my waist, fingers assertive yet tender. The touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt myself being drawn closer, the space between us narrowing. The pressure of his hand pressed me against him, every inch of our bodies now intimately entwined.

"Forgive me for this," he growls and crashes his lips into my mine. Caelus lips were warm, and firm, the taste of apples and gin and him. My hands were against his chest as his tongue ran along the seams of my lips, seeking entry.

I gave it to him. He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, tugging me close. His mouth molded with mine, the gesture so familiar. Just a day of being apart, kissing him felt like home.

Desire consumed us every passing second, an electrifying feeling coursed through me as we gracefully maneuvered toward the bed. As he pulled away, breaths intermingling, his heaving chest signaled a pause. Loosening his tie, a silent promise unfolded, while I lay there, hands above my head, caught in the anticipation of what unraveled next.

He then unbuttoned his dress shirt, tossing it aside with lethal grace. His body was like a weapon, all sharped lines, rigidly defined. He reignited our kiss with a toe curling intensity. I was already wet from the first taste of his lips and my need pulsed heavier when he placed his knee between my legs. A low groan escaped me when he rubbed it back and forth, coaxing me to arch my back to the sensation.

"You look beautiful in that dress," his voice a lustful whisper between kisses. "But it would be better if you took that off." Gods, his soft nibble on my ear sent a pulsating thrill.

His palms traced a tantalizing path up my thighs, bunching my dress and lifting it above my waist, unveiling my chest as it slipped off.  In one seamless motion, he unhooked my bra, sending shivers cascading through my body. I dug my nails onto his broad back, feeling his muscles tensing every second he planted tender kisses in all the delicate places.

My jaw, mouth, and neck succumbed to his insatiable lust, knowing he had more in store.

"Caelus," anticipation strained my lungs as he lowered his head. His eyes, fixed, locked onto mine as he tugged my nipple with his teeth. I couldn't suppress the cry that escaped me

More. I need more.

I felt his tongue going in circles, fingers tightening on the other, skillfully catching my chest as I writhe beneath him, biting my lips suppressing the moan.

He torturously moves his hand lower. "Tell me to stop," he skims the hypersensitive skin of my inner thigh.

"Don't," I breathed, a plea escaping my lips as he lifted his head, a smirk playing on his lips. He pressed his hand against the fabric, and a burst of pleasure radiated through my body.

Caelus made his way to my lips again like a predator, his fingers kept stroking me through the fabric, expertly using it for friction. I rocked my hips against his hand, making him groan when his fingers accidentally slid through my core.

"Fuck," his voice ragged against my mouth while his fingers made circles around my clit, every second getting tighter as I whimpered. "So impatient," he purrs.

At this point, I felt like I could turn into flames when he slides a finger in me, as my muscles clenched around him feeling him going back and forth. He adds another, and curls them against my inner walls as I gasped, my thighs locking.

"Hnghh... Caelus!"

"Come for me, darling," his words, a seductive melody, wrapped around my mind. Our mouths fused in a dance of intimacy that pushed me to my limits, as he went faster, thrusting his fingers deeply.

Finally releasing the tight coil of tension, I twitched in satisfaction as he withdrew his fingers, giving them a sultry lick as my eyes fluttered closed, each breath heavy and laden with the sweet aftermath.

Caelus collapsed beside me , sharing clumsy but affectionate kisses. "Sleep, you've had a long day."