She takes small steps until she stands in front of me. My shadows guide her closer, my hand landing on her hip pulling her forward, straddling me. Her knees settle on either side of my hips, her breasts dangling just so, making it impossible not to draw my tongue over her taut nipples. Her head tilts back, a deep, guttural moan rolling from her lips.
That’s it. Enjoy how good it feels.I coax, dragging my tongue flat across her nipples.
Her thighs shudder, fingers digging into my shoulders as she steadies herself. I don’t give her time to recover—again, I suck the peaks between my lips. Her back arches, a soft gasp escaping, and my fingers tangle in her hair. Another moan tumbles from her mouth, airy and delicate, driving me further over the edge.
One hand runs up her back to weave in her hair. The other anchors at her hip, pulling her closer, guiding her down until I feel the heat of her entrance. A rumbling growl claws its way out of my chest as she sinks onto my tip. Hot—wet—tight. I need more. It’s not enough. I lift my hips slowly, savoring the way her pussy squeezes against me. She sinks lower as the hand on her hip slips palming her ass. She rocks her hips, grinding into a sensitive spot that makes the walls of her pussy tighten even more.
You feel so fucking good, my love.
More,she pleads.
I tug on her hair, thrusting deeper. Her cum dribbles down my length as she lifts herself only to slide back down.
Fuck.
She moans, her pussy throbbing around me, euphoric and unlike anything I’ve ever known. Shadows coil and drift around us, slithering together, driving our arousal higher and higher.
Our bodies are on fire. Her skin blazes full of heat against mine as we set a rhythmic pace—my thrusts meeting the roll of her hips. Her breaths quickens, her orgasms roll one after the next.
My climax builds, but I fight it back. I’m not finished yet. I want to be buried in her, hilt-deep, when I finally come. I yank her hair harder, my lips claiming her neck to pepper kisses down to her collarbone. Releasing her locks, I cup her breast, teasing her with my tongue.
Selestina throws her head back slamming down on me, but I’m still not fully inside.Deeper, angel. I want all of you.
I can’t,she whimpers.
Yes, you can.I pinching her nipple, sucking it between my teeth as my hand drags lower, rubbing her sensitive bundle of nerves. She’s fucking drenched—clenching, throbbing—as she sinks lower, rocking harder, aggressively chasing the orgasm that’s building inside her.
My body answers. I feel the familiar tightness, threatening to break me. I thrust harder—faster—deeper, until I’m buried all the way to the hilt.
See? I knew you could take me. Such a good little mate. You take me so well.
Don’t stop, Azrael. Don’t stop.Her pleas crash through the bond with urgency.
Our shadows rise, colliding and swirling into a dark vortex of energy around us, spinning faster and faster as release nears. My fingers work her over as she grinds into me, cum drenching us both until finally she shatters. Her body seizes, squeezing me so tight I fight to stay inside. It’s enough to pull me over the edge with her. I throb and pulse as my release spills into her.
She collapses against me, shaking with pleasure, her body glistening with sweat—spent and ruined. I kiss her forehead gently.
You’re mine. I’ve claimed you. Our bond is sealed.
Our shadows fall to the ground, lapping over the cool stones of the floor. A calmness settles over the throne room.
One by one, my brothers stand. Mammon is the first to speak. “The bond is consummated. Long live the King and Queen of Shadow and Bone.” He bows his head, then bursts into flame and ash.
Asmodeus follows. “I accept the bonding ceremony and recognize you, Azrael, and you, Selestina, as King and Queen of Shadow and Bone. I wish thee well.” With a swirl of pink mist, he vanishes.
Abaddon bows. “All hail the King and Queen of Shadow and Bone.” He bursts into red smoke, leaving the room hazy for a few moments.
Beelzebub bows low. “I congratulate you on the bond. May your reign be endless and filled with love. I shall retire to my guest quarters and continue to oversee the realm until you’ve found our brother Wrath and restored order in the portal.” Quietly, he slips away leaving us alone at last.
Selestina rests her head against my shoulder, caught between wakefulness and sleep. I wrap my arms, holding her tight.
“I knew you could do it, my love, “ I whisper, kissing her temple. “Thank you for being brave for me.”
“You’re welcome,” she sighs.
I lift her from me and hold out my hand, calling to my shadows. They swirl around us, and in a sweep of darkness, we reappear in my castle suite. Centuries have passed since I was last here, yet everything remains exactly as I left it. I snap my fingers, and magic wraps around us—we’re instantly clean and dressed for bed. The mattress dips as I place her in it, then crawl in beside her, pressing one last kiss to her lips.
“I love you, my Queen.”
