Bound by Shadows

26 (R19)

"Take off that sweater," he commanded, releasing my hair, causing my heart to thump against my chest. This was never the type of play we did but I was damn considering it now.

Without hesitation, I peeled it off, the fabric slipping from my skin and landing in a careless heap on the floor.

I followed his eyes that devoured my exposed self, a low growl of approval rumbling from deep within his chest as his own garments fell away in a swift, practiced motion.

In mere moments, we stood before each other, completely naked, our reflections shimmering in the dim light, a muted shade of yellow that highlighted the sweat on our bodies.

Caelus was a masterpiece, his physique reminiscent of the gods immortalized in ancient sculptures seen in museums. Every line and curve of his body was perfection, and I wouldn't alter a thing even if given the chance.

He ran his fingers, with his feather-light touch, tracing lazy circles around my navel, just starting easy, knowing it would make me crave for more later.

"You can do better than that, you know," I managed, my voice barely a whisper .

Ignoring me and with deliberate slowness, his fingertips danced along the curves of my body, igniting flames of anticipation with each teasing caress. His hands fit my hips perfectly, as though they were made precisely for me, designed to belong there.

"Is that so?" he murmured, his voice husky with desire, his breath hot against my skin. Or perhaps I was the one feeling too cold.

I bit my lip, unable to suppress a gasp as his hands roamed with purpose this time, squeezing the fullness of my breasts with both of his hands.

"Why... not prove it?" I challenged, my voice trembling as I dared him to push me further.

"Very well," a hand dipped below my waist, immediately setting my senses ablaze with his uncalled touch on the flaps of my entrance, pressing on them, applying the necessary pressure for stimulation. Inhaling sharply, legs crossing, I leaned into his embrace. With one hand cradling the nape of his neck, the other above his hand, I surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of him going in circles.

"Am I doing well, darling?" He groaned.

Gods, yes!

As a response to the words unable to leave my mouth, I yielded further like a slut, parting my legs eagerly as he easily slipped two fingers inside me, knuckles deep, igniting a silent symphony of pleasure.

A keen whimper leaves my lip, my hips riding his fingers with a fervent urgency as he expertly navigated every curve and crevice within.

It was both tender and commanding, fingers curling inside me with a precision that left me breathless.

An irresistible tide pulled me deeper into the void of want. No, need.

Caelus understood my body intimately, every reaction, yet witnessing it mirrored back at me amplified the intensity in ways I hadn't foreseen. It was certain that he wanted this more than I did. He wanted me to see myself writhe beneath him, submitting to him, and yes, like a fool I was, I did.

In less than a minute, I felt my thighs moisten, a viscous essence trickling from my core. He withdraws his fingers, allowing the moisture upon them to glide into my mouth, my tongue eagerly savoring every trace of my own arousal.

"Yes, just like that," he purrs, his own breath labored.

Once he released his fingers from my mouth, letting my drool spill freely, he commanded, "Hands. Mirror."

I was too consumed by my arousal to think straight. He smacked my ass once, the sharp sound echoing in the bathroom, making me jerk. Suddenly, both hands flew to the mirror. "Fuck," I hissed, earning another stinging slap.

"Bend down," he ordered, his voice deep and unbelievably sexy. I complied, my hands sliding slowly down the mirror, teasing him, aware of how his eyes were glued to the curve of my ass.

"Like this?" The squeaky sound of my hands against the pristine glass heightened the tension.

He nodded, and I grinned, pushing him further, "Lower?"

His chest heaved with restrained desire. "Don't," he warned. Ignoring him, I bent down further, arching my back more, my ass accidentally brushing against his rigid member, already slick with pre-cum.

"Oops," I chuckled, biting my lower lip, knowing full well it was no accident. As I started to straighten up, Caelus's large hand gripped my waist while the other positioned his cock at my entrance. Without warning, he slammed into me, filling me completely, drawing a scream from my lips—a scream of pure, wild lust.

Caelus's body jolted almost as if he had touched a live wire, his moans almost sounding like a whimper as he tried to control himself.

He was relentless, moving fast and hard, shifting positions until I lost track of everything. He pressed his mouth to mine in need, our tongues colliding in an intoxicating dance that left me gasping for air. He was enjoying this way too much.

I pulled away, desperate for breath, as he drove into me over and over. I lost count of how many times I came, my juices pouring out, and it still felt incredible.

"I-I feel strange," I gasped as he thrusts into me again.

"Hmm?" he murmured in my ear, taking the opportunity to bite it gently.

"I can't—"

A pressure built inside me, a desperate need to pee, but the pleasure only grew stronger and I could feel it.

"Caelus, wait," my hand pushed him back, "Wait, no! Ahhhh!"

When he slipped out and slammed his cock back in, hitting that perfect spot, it was as if a dam broke.

The warmth spread through me, leaving me breathless and trembling as I squirted, the mirror speckled with droplets like rain on glass.

With a final groan, his thrusts slowed as he reached his climax in seconds after me, riding it all out after reaching his high.

I pressed myself against the mirror, my hand having no strength or the grip to even hold myself up as his face buried the crook of my neck, trailing soft, sloppy kisses down my skin during the aftermath.

Just as I was catching my breath, feeling the afterglow settle over us, I sensed Caelus stir behind me. His lips moved from my neck to my ear, his breath hot and tantalizing.

"I'm not finished with you yet," he panted, his voice a low growl. He gently turned me around to face him. "I wanna fuck you so bad, baby," His eyes, dark with hunger, locked onto mine as our lips collided again and in a blink of an eye, we were on the bed.

He positioned me on my knees, my hands gripping the sheets for support.

He entered me again, his thrusts deep and deliberate. The intensity was overwhelming, each movement sending waves of pleasure through my already sensitive body. My moans filled the room, blending with his guttural groans.

"Caelus... oh god!" I cried out, feeling my body responding to his every move.

Our bodies moved as one, every nerve ending seemed to ignite with pleasure, driving us both to the brink of madness.