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Shade is worthy.
The mist fades. The corridor descends to a dark staircase leading into a cavernous pit. I thread my brows low, wondering why Shade would come this way. But he’s the God of Souls. A yawning chasm in the middle of his castle should be no surprise. The pit is not empty since more passages and walls riddle the expanse...almost like a labyrinth.
While it should give me some pause, his scent only grows stronger. Knowing I could lose myself to this labyrinth, I take those descending stairs, keeping close to the left side where the rocky walls provide some balance. Dust and grit stow away on the soles of my feet. Decay and dark floral scents battle one another in the air—neither truly winning.
When I finally arrive at the end of the towering staircase, I find names carved into the stone walls of the pit, but they do not chill me to the bone. It’s the graves, open coffins hewn into the stone. This labyrinth, this immense pit is a series of catacombs. Runes scatter throughout the catacombs as I navigate the passages, rooted to Shade’s masculine scent.
I follow the fragrance, passing a hollowed-out landscape with grand arched black gates and thin fog-like netting. Through the translucent fog, I notice ethereal illusions spinning like a tapestry.
I stop in my tracks, pausing while deja vu constricts my lungs, thinning my air. One of the twirling illusions...I narrow my eyes and approach the gates to get a closer look.
Is that...I make out the familiar figure tearing through dark woods with the ground formed of nothing but ash. My heart lunges in my chest, breath hitching. Quinn? But as I reach out to touch the black gates, Shade’s scent crashes into me like a wave.
“Qora...” his deep and smoky voice summons me from behind.
I spin around, speech stunted at the very sight of him. I love how he wears his hair in a low ponytail, how it’s a slate gray instead of black. His dark beauty never ceases to undo me, to make me long to fall at his feet. Instead, I stand here, imprisoned like an unworthy moth in his eyes—one he can pin to any wall while plucking my soul free from my body. My center grows warmer, wetter, and my skin glows brighter because he stands two heads taller than me, robed in black. His dominance commands me, but his eyes are deep and soft, not manipulative or abusive.
Considering what a fool I must be because I left my room without permission when he’s been so kind to me, I begin to lower my knee. By the time I make it to the floor, I’m certain he will be ready to smite me.
I don’t make it.
Before I can kneel, Shade reaches for me—one hand at my waist and the other bearing my elbow—and raises me up. I choke on a gasp. And dare to lift my chin. His knowing smirk and head shaking in amused disbelief have me nearly buckling, my inner muscles spasming with desire.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Qora...” he proclaims and lifts the hand at my elbow to cup the side of my face before sifting his fingers through my long, dark hair. “So much longing, so much desire.”
“Only for you,” I whisper.
In less than a second, Shade sweeps away my slip, thrusts me against the nearest wall, and drives his godly cock deep inside me. Capturing my pleasured scream with his mouth, Shade kisses me and fucks me, fucks my unworthy chamber, my unworthy soul. He possesses me with his dark seduction.
This is living. Through death, through the God of Souls, I live.
My hands explore. Though he hasn’t undone his robes, he hardens beneath my fingers as I seek his flesh, finding muscles like marble. Ones that tremble beneath my fingers. I lower my hands until I grip the base of him, loving how he pauses at my touch but throbs in my palm coiled around him. His growl arouses me, and I drip more, feeling his heart pound against mine.
“Qora,” he says my name like a sacred, dark chant before his eyes wander across my nudity.
Something so much more intimate about how he is fully clothed while I am naked. I surrender to the vulnerability.
His eyes imprison mine. As depthless and dark as the underworld but riddled with points of light—like he carries soul lights within those orbs. They transfix me.
“Shade,” I whisper back.
Something snaps within him. Before I know it, he’s seizing my hand, then pins both against the wall above me. With one hand binding them and the other capturing my throat in the lightest and most delicate of possessive touches, Shade hammers into me, pounds me, ramming hard and fast—and driving orgasm after orgasm into my body, lighting up every nerve receptor.
At first, he kisses me, devouring my moans of rapture while his other hand fondles my breasts, pinching my nipples. But soon, he descends to suckle one taut bud into his warm mouth. Through the orgasms still shaking me, I do my best to rock myhips and meet each powerful thrust, but there’s little I can do. So, I simply arch, giving him more of me.
Those telltale black veins surge to the surface, rioting along his skin. He tugs at my nipple with his teeth, chin tilted, and pupils dilating upon mine in a precursor.
“Shade!” I scream right before he comes off, kisses me hard, and slams into me hardest. Burying himself so deep, Shade pours his release into me.
In the tingling aftermath, he kisses my eyes, my cheeks, the corners of my mouth, my throat. He cherishes everything. I love how he stays like this—still inside me as if he doesn’t wish to leave my body, as if it could be his home. Something impossible for a mortal like me to comprehend.
After he pulls out, I know he’s not finished with me. It’s never that simple with him. Before he lets me off the wall, he props my legs over his shoulders and licks my swollen clit, and drinks from my slit, eating me out until I’m gasping and covered in sweat and his scent.
He finishes with one more hard fuck against the wall before replacing the slip, even as his cum and my fluids trickle down my legs.
For whatever reason, I’m not tired. After everything today, I should be, but all I know is Shade making love to me seems to do the opposite.
Kissing me once more, the God of Souls chuckles darkly and rubs his thumb along my lower lip. “It is my gift, little one. When you bound yourself to me, I took a portion of your mortal essence, the fabric of your soul, but you do the same for mine. It gives you an infinitesimal splinter of my divinity, granting you some of my life force. It’s why you are so...ravenous for me,” he finishes with a knowing smirk.
