He kisses me like he’s starving for air, as if I’m the only thing left to breathe. My hands trace his spine, shadows following, winding over his body until he’s shaking beneath me.
I pull back just far enough to see him…flushed, pupils blown wide, lips kiss bruised. “Look at you,” I murmur, voice rough. “You should see what you do to me.”
He tries to speak, but it comes out as a groan, his fingers curling into my chest. “I need you,” he whispers.
“Mmm, and you’ll have me,” I breathe, brushing my mouth against his.
I reach for the nightstand, fingers closing around the small glass bottle. When I unscrew the cap and bring it to my nose, the scent hitting like lightning, Levi’s eyes follow the motion, heat and curiosity colliding.
“I loved how it felt that night,” I say, recalling the way we movedon the dance floor. How he kissed me like he knew every part of me. For a second, I hesitate, truth spilling out before I can stop it. “I felt alive. Not like a god or a shadow. Just…here. Wanting. Wanted. With you.”
Levi’s hand rises to my cheek, thumb sweeping over my jaw. “That night wasallyou,” he whispers.
I press the bottle into his hand. “Your turn.”
He inhales, and the air flexes, the whole room pulsing around us as every inch of him arches toward me. The next kiss is molten, desperate, and when I roll him beneath me, the entire world disappears. Skin to skin, slick with heat, his thigh presses between mine. Our cocks slide together, wet and hungry. His moans vibrate in my mouth, feeding the hunger crawling at my chest.
“Fuck,” he pants. “You feel so good.”
My hands skim down his thighs, my mouth following right behind them. I drag my tongue over his stomach, savoring sweat and skin until I’m between his legs. “Good boy,” I breathe. “Now let me taste what’s mine.”
The way his breath catches nearly undoes me. He straddles my shoulders and I pull him forward, my tongue tracing slow, deliberate lines along his hole that make him shudder. His fingers scramble for the headboard until my shadows guide him there, looping around his wrists, his chest, anchoring him while he shakes above me.
“Fuck, baby. Oh, fuck…” he moans, grinding against my mouth. “I love when you eat my ass like this.”
I grip his hips even harder, flattening my tongue along his delicious hole. “Like this?” I question, giving him a flick.
“Yes,justlike…” His voice breaks off into a shudder that tells me everything I need to hear. He’s all sound and tremor, panting and eyes glazed when I finally pull back, shifting behind him. Onehand steadies his hip, the other guides his wrists higher, my shadows cinching tight around them.
Levi exhales sharply, turning his head to find me. “Hayden…?”
I swallow his question with my mouth. “Hold still, beautiful.”
My shadows slither lower, teasing him open, making him gasp and moan until he’s trembling. I watch the muscles in his back tense, the way his breath catches when I lean close, lips at his ear.
“Don’t move,” I whisper, drawing back just enough to admire the sight of him, knees braced, arms stretched forward, chest heaving. The room feels alive with a low, restless energy, and the air is thick enough to bathe in.
He turns his head, just enough for me to see the wild in his eyes. “Where…are you going?”
I pause in the doorway, shadows curling up my arms like they’re calling me back. I let the silence spool between us until his breathing frays, tiny, helpless sounds spilling out as he squirms against invisible bonds. His eyes are wide now, dark and hungry, and I swear I’ll remember the way he looks right here, undone from nothing but anticipation, for the rest of my immortal life.
My smile sharpens.
“Good boys get the helm,” I say, voice low and rough, a promise I plan to deliver on.
His lips part, a soundless gasp shivering out of him, and gods help me, I’ve never wanted anyone more.
27
Levi
Hayden Harlow onan ordinary night? Breathtaking. Hayden Harlow in the Helm of Hades while fucking me? Illegal. Possibly biblical. Definitely life altering.
Once, I’d joked that he should try it on when I’d found it gathering dust on his shelf, a relic from another life. He’d only smirked then, changing the subject. But seeing him now, naked, muscles flexing, gray eyes half hidden by the helm, is too much. It’s holy and profane all at once. Most couples would call this role-play, but with Hayden it’s something else entirely. He isn’t pretending. He’s remembering…reclaiming the part of himself he signed away. I’m witnessing him step into a past life and fuck me like he’s taking back a world he lost.
Every thrust drives me against the headboard, his shadows tightening around my wrists, mirroring the way my hole tightens aroundhim, answering every pulse of his body, because by now, they’ve learned our rhythm. Another slides between my thighs, curling beneath my balls, teasing the rim of my ass as Hayden pounds it.
He’s moving behind me, every inch of him slick and glorious,the helm gleaming like captured starlight against his dark hair. The etched metal glints each time he thrusts into me; his shadows curl around us like sentient worship, tasting every tremor of pleasure every time my breath breaks. His breath is hot at the back of my neck; the cool edge of the helm brushes my hairline, and the contrast makes my whole body shudder.
