I open my eyes before him. As always.
The reddish light of the infernal dawn filters through the black veils of my chamber, casting a blood-tinged glow over Caël’s pale skin. He lies on his stomach, wings folded against his back, breathing softly. His silvery hair is spread across the black silk pillow like a lunar halo. His nape is slender, fragile, his frail shoulders rising and falling with each trembling breath. Beneath the dark sheets, his body is completely naked. I watch him for a long moment, letting my eyes slide down the delicate line of his spine, the soft curve of his lower back, to his round, white ass, stark against the darkness of my sheets.

I growl softly. My cock is already hard, aching, just from watching him breathe.
This little angel…
This forbidden treasure…
For centuries, I watched him from afar, wanting him more than anything. And now, here he is, in my bed, vulnerable, offered to my temptation.

I prop myself up on one elbow, my black hair falling over my bare chest. My hand slides slowly down his back. His skin is cold beneath my burning palm. He shivers in his sleep, a faint whimper escaping his lips. My cock throbs painfully beneath me, and I smile.

“Wake up, little angel…”

My voice is deep, husky, thick with a desire I no longer bother to hide. He stirs weakly, his eyelids fluttering before slowly opening. His light blue eyes, hazy with sleep, settle on me. He remains still, his body tense, frozen beneath my hand. I see panic flicker in his gaze, followed by a burning shiver rising up his nape to his wings.

I lean down, pressing my lips to his bare shoulder. His skin tastes of salt and purity. I let my tongue trace a slow path up to the base of his neck. He moans, so soft, so trembling, it drives me insane. My cock throbs violently against his hip, and I growl against his skin.

“Today, temptation truly begins…”

I slide my hand up his back, gently parting his wings to caress the base of his shoulder blades. His entire body trembles, and I feel him fighting not to cry. Not from fear. But from shame. From desire. From that forbidden fire growing inside him, unstoppable.

I sit up and grab a black silk blindfold from the bedside table. His eyes widen when he sees it.

“No… no please… I beg you…” His voice is a broken, trembling whisper.
“Shh…” I stroke his cheek with the back of my fingers before gently tying the blindfold over his eyes. “Today, you will learn what pleasure is… without sight. And believe me… every sensation will be multiplied.”

He sobs softly, tears slipping down his cheeks. I kiss each one, tasting their pure salt. My heart tightens. Because even though I want to break him… I also want to cherish him. Protect him. Completely possess him.

I straddle his thighs, my hard cock pressing against the crease of his white ass. I groan with pleasure at the feel of his cold skin against my heat. My hands slide down his hips, then back up his sides, caressing every inch of his body with infinite tenderness. He moans again, his broken voice driving me mad.

I lean down, my tongue sliding over his nape, down slowly between his shoulder blades. I feel his muscles tighten beneath me, his fingers clutching the black sheets. My teeth graze his skin; I nibble lightly before planting a burning kiss there.

“Tell me, little angel… have you ever been touched like this before?”

He shakes his head, breath caught. I smile.
Perfect.

I move lower, kissing the curve of his lower back before biting gently at the tender flesh of his ass. A muffled cry escapes him, his body arching despite himself. I slowly caress the insides of his thighs, gently parting them. He resists, but I growl a warning, my deep voice rumbling through the room.

“Spread them.”

Trembling, he obeys. I see his hard cock, pressed against the sheet, the tip glistening with desire. My heart clenches violently in my chest. This little angel… my little angel… so pure, so innocent, offered to my corruption.

I lean down again, my tongue sliding along the tender skin between his thighs, up to his balls, which I suck gently between my lips. His broken cry fills the room, a cry of pure, burning pleasure, a cry that makes me growl against him with need.

I move up over him, pressing my burning chest against his cold back. My hand slides under him, wrapping around his hard cock, stroking him slowly, with infinite tenderness. His hips move involuntarily, seeking more friction, more heat, more of me. My other hand slides up to his throat, wrapping gently without cutting off his breath, just enough to remind him that he belongs to me.

I press my lips to his ear, my deep, husky voice murmuring:

“Feel it… Feel every touch… every lick… every shiver… They’re mine to give you, little angel. Mine alone. Surrender… Surrender to me…”

His sobs turn into moans. His cock hardens further in my hand. His hips rock in rhythm, his whole body trembling, and I feel his heat build, rising and rising until it engulfs him from the inside. He screams my name as he comes, his broken voice echoing against the dark walls, his body collapsing, trembling, exhausted, offered.

I hold him against me, my cock still hard and aching against his ass, but I don’t take him. Not today. Today, I only wanted to show him… how deeply he belongs to me.
I turn him gently and untie his blindfold. His eyes are wet, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted. He looks at me, lost, broken, and yet… I see in his gaze that something has awakened.

Temptation.

I smile and tenderly caress his cheek before pressing a burning kiss to his trembling lips.

“This is only the beginning, little angel… only the beginning…”