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Bellamy holds my gaze, the last remaining shadows of his fear vanishing, replaced by blazing determination.

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Killian steps back into the darkness with a smooth nod, leaving the two of us alone in the quiet study.

The oak doors close behind him with a resonant thud. The red-and-blue fire flickers in the hearth, casting long, dancing silhouettes against the stone walls. Bellamy sits in the dark leather chair, his long brown hair falling into his face. His hand remains laced with mine, pulse beating warm and wild against my palm. The shock of being brought into the conversation still thrums between us. A fierce, glowing confidence lights up his green eyes.

“You didn’t have to show me those photos or reports,” Bellamy whispers. “Gregory… he used to sign those shady political papers in front of me and never explain a single word. He wanted me blind. When I realized just how corrupt Gregory was, I knew I had to leave him. I tried for months to escape, all while pretending I still loved him. Even then, he never trusted me the way you just did.”

“Fucking asshole,” I say, stepping closer until my knees brush against his legs. I reach down with both hands, grasping his wrists, and gently pull him up out of the leather chair until he is standing pressed against my chest. “You’ll never be kept in the dark again. Except when you crave my shadows.”

A delicate shudder runs through his frame at my words, a faint flush of scarlet spreading up his neck to touch his cheekbones. Without breaking eye contact, I lead him out of the study and through a hidden arched passageway into my private chamber.

The room is cold and drenched in darkness. High arched windows look out over the fog-bound cliffs, catching the pale moonlight. In the center of the room sits a massive bed carved from black oak.

“Vesper…” Bellamy breathes. His green eyes glance around the open space. He’s never seen my room before, but I’m tired of waking up without him by my side.

“Sit,” I command softly.

He moves like he’s under a spell, sauntering toward the bed and stripping as he goes. When he’s in nothing but his lacy thong and a sweater, he sits on the edge of the mattress. He stares up at me, his throat working as he swallows hard. The bond hums with that intoxicating, familiar heat.

Rather than using my hands, I reach into my demon core, summoning the shadow tendrils hidden in the room. Wisps of silken smoke spill down from the ceiling, fluidly down his arms, gently wrapping around his wrists and pinning his hands flat against the soft bed on either side of his hips.

Bellamy gasps, a sharp, helpless sound tearing past his lips. The dark, twisted demon side of me loves that he’s trapped. He struggles against his binds, his cock growing painfully hard. His head rolls to the side, exposing his mark to me. His pupils are dilated so wide his green eyes look almost demon-like in the moonlight. The shadows hold him hostage with a smooth, inescapable weight that makes his breathing hitch in frantic, shallow gasps.

“Vesper,” he pants.

I drag a long tendril across his body, lifting his sweater and teasing him as it moves. His chest arches off the bed.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” I whisper, stepping close enough to tower over him. My tail whips behind me, desperate to touch the human laid out before me. “Let the tendrils hold you, little bird. Just feel. I know how much you crave being good for me.”

I rest my large, pale blue hands against his thighs, feeling the violent tremor running through his muscles. My glowing crimson eyes reflect in his pupils. He bites his lip again, and my gaze focuses on his mouth. My cock grows hard just staring at his breathless, flushed face and those plush lips that work miracles.

Fucking hell, I still can’t stop picturing the way my dark little angel sucked me off while his oblivious ex stood next to us. The poor fucker was a cuck and had no idea.

“Look at you,” I murmur, my voice dropping into a low purr. I want him to be so turned on he loses his mind. This beautiful, writhing creature deserves to be worshiped.

I tug his sweater over his head, shove him back down onto the bed, and continue my praise. “So damn brave in my study. So fucking fierce, even when you heard Gregory’s name. But now, you’re trembling under my shadows, entirely at my mercy.” Every word that spills from my lips is followed by my shadows reaching out, trailing across his body in a slow, possessive caress. “I could do absolutely anything to you right now, and all you can do is take it.”

He moans, clearly loving that idea. Bellamy doesn’t realize it, but he’s pouring so much lust and need into our bond that I’m breathless with it. I stroke my thumb over our glowing mark on his neck. He’s perfect like this.

“You can take it, right, Bellamy?” I whisper, my breath caressing the shell of his ear. “You can take my dark magic without fear.”

“I’m not afraid of you,” Bellamy pants, his toes curling, his back arching as the shadows writhe on his body. “I’m not…”

“I know,” I say gently, stripping off his thong. “That’s just another reason I find you so beautiful. You stare into the eyes of a monster and never break. You stare into my eyes and see the real me.” The words slip out before I can stop them. I know he can sense the bond, but I’m still afraid it’s too much, too fast.

Slowly, I let the shadows worship every inch of his form, surrounding him with praise, devotion, and possessive adoration until he’s completely undone in my arms. The soul bond between us tears wide open, pulsing hot. Every drop of pleasure bleeding out of Bellamy rushes straight into my veins. It spirals back to him twice as sweet, like an endless loop of pure sensation.

When I can’t take it anymore, I slide my hands up his legs, my claws gently scraping over his skin, fueling the feverish need until he’s crying out my name into the quiet chamber. My tail wraps tight around his thick cock, the sensation mirroring straight against my own flesh, as if I’m touching myself through the bond. Both of us begin trembling, and I pick up the pace.

“Vesper, Vesper, Vesper,” he chants. My shadows and tail pick up the pace, playing with his nipples, caressing his neck, and tugging his balls. One silky shadow tendril works his hole open, and I can’t believe how fucking good it feels.

I drop to my knees and drag his body to the edge of the bed. My tongue licks a slow, wet path down the long pulse of his cock, sweeping past his balls and dipping lower. I press my mouth to his tight hole, sucking deep, reveling in the sudden, breathless cry that tears from his lips. I devour him with my mouth and tongue, wringing every choked moan and whimpering surrender from his throat.

My tail tightens around his shaft, pumping only three times before he shatters, spilling all over his bare stomach. My legs tremble, but I force myself upright, towering over him in the dark. I grip my aching cock with a low growl, stroking hard and relentlessly. The orgasm hits me like a surging, unstoppable wave. I come all over my dark angel, painting his skin as my cum mixes with his.

“Look at this mess we made,” I say softly. My fingers mix our fluids together. I hold them out to him. Bellamy doesn’t hesitate, just wraps his tongue around my fingers and licks them clean. “You took all of it, every single shadow I had to offer. You’re so breathtaking when you submit like this.”