Alex lay sprawled in the moss, chest heaving, body still trembling from Ryans relentless claiming but when she thought he might finally relent, his silver eyes glowed brighter, and the shadows stirred again alive, hungry.
“Did you think I was finished with you, little one?” Ryan murmured, a wicked grin playing at his lips. “No… the night is still young.”
The shadows coiled around her wrists, tightening just enough to remind her of her helplessness. They slid lower, wrapping her ankles, spreading her wide beneath him. She gasped, tugging experimentally, but the bindings held firm.
Ryan leaned down, his mouth grazing her ear. “My shadows obey me. Which means you will, too.”
He dragged a hand down her stomach, pausing just above her slick heat. At his silent command, tendrils of shadow joined his toucho pne circling her clit, feather-light, another teasing her entrance, stroking but not entering.
Alex moaned, arching against the phantom caresses. “Please, Ryan…”
Please what?” His voice was velvet-wrapped steel.
“Please fuck me,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Daddy, I need you.”
A feral satisfaction gleamed in his eyes. “Good girl.”
He thrust into her again, shadows tightening their grip to hold her perfectly still as he pounded into her. But this time, the shadows didn’t stop at binding. One wrapped around her throat, applying a delicious pressure that made her gasp, while others teased her nipples, twisting and tugging until she cried out.
Look at you,” Ryan growled, watching her writhe under his power. “Completely undone, and I haven’t even given you everything.”
Another tendril slid lower, pressing against the tight ring of her ass, testing, teasing. Alexs breath hitched, a mix of fear and desire flashing in her eyes.
“You can take it,” he whispered darkly. “You will take everything I give you.”
The shadow pressed in slowly, stretching her as Ryan filled her from the front. The overwhelming fullness made her cry out, her body clenching helplessly around him.
That’s it” ryan praised, his thrusts deepening, shadows matching his rhythm. “My perfect little plaything. Every hole, every sound, every shiver—it’s all mine.”
Her cries grew louder, the sensations crashing over her in relentless waves. Ryan’s hand slipped to her clit, rubbing furiously in time with the brutal pace of his hips and the shadows’ invasion.
“Come for me, Alex,” he commanded, voice a growl in her ear. “Come while my shadows own you.”
The orgasm hit her like fire, tearing a scream from her throat as her body convulsed around him and the shadows. Ryan roared her name, spilling deep inside her as the shadows pulsed, binding them tighter, branding her as his in ways she would never escape.
When she collapsed, trembling and boneless, Ryan finally released her wrists. He gathered her into his arms, brushing damp hair from her face, voice low and possessive.
“You’re mine, Alex. Body, soul… even your shadow answers to me now.”
The shadows curled around them both, whispering promises of endless nights of dark, wicked pleasure.
Alex’s body still quivered from the last wave of ecstasy when Ryan pinned her back against the moss, eyes blazing silver.
“You thought I was satisfied?” he growled, shadows already sliding over her wrists, binding her tight again. “No, little one. I’m not done until you can’t walk… until you’re dripping with me.”
Her breath hitched as the shadows spread her thighs wide, leaving her completely exposed. Ryads fingers traced down her slick folds, deliberately slow, watching her shiver.
“So wet,” he murmured, smirking. “Perfect for me. For breeding.”
Her cheeks flushed, but desire throbed hot through her veins. “Ryan…”
He leaned close, his lips brushing her ear. “I’m going to fill you until my seed drips out of you. Until this beautiful body knows it belongs only to me.”
Without warning, he thrust into her again, brutal and deep. She cried out, but the shadows around her wrists and thighs kept her still, forcing her to take every punishing stroke.
One tendril wrapped around her clit, teasing with feather-light touches—never enough pressure. Another pinched her nipple, tugging as Ryan slammed into her, the sharp pain blending perfectly with the waves of pleasure.
“Fuck—please,” she gasped, hips straining for more friction.
Ryan’s eyes gleamed. “Please what?”
“Please let me come.”
He laughed darkly, increasing his pace until her back arched off the ground. Then he stopped altogether, pulling out, leaving her trembling and desperate.
“No—please!” she cried, tears of frustration in her eyes.
“You’ll come when I say,” Ryan said coldly, shadows stroking her mercilessly but denying her release. “You want my pleasure? You earn it.”
He slid two fingers inside her, pumping slowly as the shadows flicked over her clit, bringing her close again, so close she could taste the edge. Just as she was about to fall apart, he withdrew, smirking at her broken whimper.
“You’re my good little breeding whore,” he growled, positioning himself at her entrance again. “But I decide when you break.”
When he finally slammed back inside, shadows tightened around her throat and nipples, holding her on the knife’s edge of pain and bliss. He fucked her hard, deep, relentless, whispering filth into her ear:
“You’re mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she sobbed.
“Say who owns this sweet little cunt.”
“You, Ryan Daddy, please!”
The shadows pulsed violently as he drove into her, his hips crashing against her thighs, the sounds of skin on skin filling the night. Her body begged for release, but he still held her there, cruel and careful, torturing her with denial until she was shaking uncontrollably.
Only when she was sobbing with need did he finally let her shatter, his hand on her clit, shadows tightening around her body. She screamed his name as her orgasm ripped through her, violent and consuming.
Ryan roared, spilling deep inside her, thrusting hard as if to brand her womb with his seed. “Mine,” he growled, teeth sinking into her neck hard enough to leave a mark. “I’ll breed you until you can’t take another drop.”
When it was over, Alex lay boneless, trembling, filled with him and wrapped in shadows that pulsed gently now, almost soothing. Ryan brushed her cheek, his voice softer but no less possessive.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Sleep. Tomorrow night, I’ll ruin you all over again.”
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