Starkeeper of the Fractured Crown

“He would indulge himself, but maybe not completely. Not yet. Perhaps he would wait, deny himself and focus only on her. Death carefully pushed her hair out of her face, running his fingers down her jawline, down her neck, over her breast, teasing her nipple just enough to pull a tired groan from her lips before he continued down her stomach and watched as her body contracted against his touch.

“She squirmed as his fingers trailed down to her pretty little pussy, half exposed in the blue light of the full moon. Her beautiful lips dripping for him while she was asleep. Begging for him, even unconsciousness. He gently ran his fingers up her slit, not entering her, just teasing. Just getting a taste of what she might feel like.”

Kyra let her leg fall to one side. I could smell her arousal fill the room. I could see what the story was doing to her, and I wanted her to finish. I wanted her to touch herself, tofeelwhat I could do to her even with just a few words.

“But,” I went on, watching her slowly roll onto her back, “maybe he couldn’t wait. Maybe he really would take what he wanted.”

She thought I wouldn’t notice, or maybe she just didn’t care as she made herself comfortable. She let her legs fall apart, her eyes closed, and under the blanket,I could see her hand curving between her legs.

I swallowed, dragging my eyes from her hand to her face. Her blanket had pulled down, revealing that collar. She stilled as if waiting for me to go on.

It took everything in me to remain where I was, but tonight wasn’t about me. Tonight was all about her.

“Death looked up to her face as he pushed his fingers in a little more. Her face twisted in desire, her back arched. She wanted him. Even in sleep, she needed to feel him inside of her.”

Kyra’s left hand dug into the sheets as her right slid inside of her and I wondered how wet she was. I wondered if she dripped with need for me.

I couldn’t help myself. I pushed away from the wall and pulled my hands out of my pockets. I slowly walked up to the edge of her bed.

“He slid his fingers deep inside of her, curling them up every time he drew out only to slide them back in.”

Kyra arched ever so slightly against her bed, her breathing hitched.

My heart thundered, that primal urge in me pounding through me as my hands itched to help her. My shadows were shaking with need to touch her, to consume her. I needed to feel her.

“She groaned, her body shuddering against his hand as he watched her expression. Watched it melt, watched her lips part in breathless moans. Either she had awakened, or she was having the best dream of her life.”

Kyra bit her lip and I wanted to force it out from between her teeth. She was holding back. I didn’t want her to hold back. I wanted to knowexactly how I affected her.

I added another layer to the shield I had already cast around this room. “Death made sure no one else could hear her,” I explained, watching that trapped lip tremble. “It was she and him alone in the world.”

She finally released the bed and reached for her chest.

Fuck.

“While Death worked her throbbing pussy, his other hand found her pretty little neck. Feeling her heartbeat pulse under his fingertips only reminded him who that heart belonged to. His grip tightened, cutting off that which gave her life so she would never forget who had the real control here. Who would always have control.”

Kyra squeezed her own breast, pinched her own hardened nipple and my shadows shook in need. My heart slammed against my ribs, my cock so hard it fuckingached. I needed her. I fucking needed her.

“Her eyes finally opened. Fluttering and tired, half-asleep, and they locked with his,” I went on, my voice a low growl now. “But she didn’t scream. Seeing him didn’t take him out of the dream, in fact, it made it better.

“She moaned, digging her hands into the sheets as she grinded her hips against his hand. Death felt his cock cry out for her as he worked his hand inside of her, giving her exactly what she wanted. More.”

Kyra released a breath, pulling her knees up, digging her heels in. “Oh,” she moaned.

Sweat dampened my skin. “She reached up, wrapping her hand around his wrist, but she didn’t pull it away, she kept it in place as he worked.”

Kyra opened her eyes, finding mine, and they were so black, it nearly stole my breath away.

I flexed my hands at my side, fighting the overwhelming need to grab myself. “Death wanted her to cum. He wanted her to soak his hand so thoroughly that he would smell her,tasteher on his fingertips for the rest of his days.”

I could feel through the shadow bond her end nearing. I could hear the whispers of her mind.“Let me finish.”

I intended to do just that. “Death pinned her into that bed, the sheets soaking with her arousal, her nails digging into his wrist, blood dripping down his wounds.”

Kyra moaned, arching into her own hand. Her eyes trained on me.

“Is that what you like, baby? Drawing blood?”