All Chapters of Bound by Darkness: Shadowborn: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

109 Chapters

Dream of the Marked

Ciaran's POV He stepped into the dreamworld she hadn't realized she was trapped in. He didn't bother softening the edges. No soothing mist, no romantic illusions. Just the truth: jagged shadows curling around her, matching the coiling fury behind his ribs. And she looked up when she felt him. Not afraid. Not surprised. No — she smiled. "You came," she whispered. "You let him touch you," Ciaran growled, voice rough and low as obsidian. "You let him claim you." Therrin sat up slowly, the flowers and vines curling around her like obedient things. The scent of nightshade and roses curled between them. "I let him try," she said. "And I enjoyed it. Every second." Her words were fire, and he let them burn. But behind the flames was something deeper — something ancient and possessive that would not let her go. He moved without thought. A blink

Last Updated : 2025-08-18

The Scent of Betrayal

Dion's POV The first thing Dion became aware of was the steady warmth of her body. Therrin lay curled beside him, her bare back pressed into his chest, skin soft and still flushed from the night before. The silken sheets rustled as he shifted, lips brushing the curve of her shoulder. She didn't stir. Not even a murmur. "Morning, love," he whispered against her neck, letting his nose trail along the sweet line of her scent. It had changed—grown deeper, darker. But it was still her. His Therrin. He kissed her again, this time at the crook of her neck, and then moved to her jaw. Still, she didn't move. Dion propped himself up on one elbow, brow furrowed as he looked down at her. Her breathing was slow. Rhythmic. Peaceful. But there was something… wrong. She wasn't just sleeping. "Therrin," he said gently, brushing her hair from her face. "Come on, little star. Wake up."

Last Updated : 2025-08-18

Bound in Shadow

Therrin's POV The moment Dion disappeared into the forest, Ciaran stepped from the shadows. He'd watched everything. Every soft word. Every broken promise. Every plea. And still, she hadn't told Dion the truth. That she was already his. "Touching goodbye," he drawled, stepping into the clearing like he owned the night. "A bit theatrical, though. I half expected a declaration of eternal devotion. Or a sonnet." Therrin looked up sharply, startled. "Ciaran." He tilted his head, eyes glowing. "You forgot something, little flame." "What?" "The mark." He pointed lazily toward her core. "It cannot be undone." Her breath caught. "I felt his resolve," Ciaran continued, circling her slowly like a predator with time to kill. "That fire in his chest. That righteous fury. But it won't save him." His voice dropped

Last Updated : 2025-08-19

Let Me In

Dion's POV The sun had long risen, casting golden light across the mossy walls of the glade, but Therrin hadn't stirred. Dion had kissed her shoulder, her cheek, the soft space beneath her ear. He'd murmured her name until his voice grew hoarse. But she remained asleep, her body warm against him, her brow slightly furrowed. "Therrin," he whispered again, lips brushing her temple. "Come back to me." Nothing. Then, without warning, her body jerked violently. A sharp cry tore from her throat, and she began to tremble, limbs twitching, fingers curling into the vines beneath them. Dion sat up, heart punching his ribs. "Therrin—? Therrin!" She gasped—eyes fluttering open—but they were unfocused, glassy. Her lips were parted slightly, a sheen of sweat above her upper lip. And gods, her scent. Thick, sultry. Ripe with desire. She was awake now. But she wasn'

Last Updated : 2025-08-19

Crave, Beg, Break

Therrin's POV She felt the weight of him behind her — not just physical, but emotional. Ciaran didn't simply touch her; he claimed space, dominated it, made the very air thicken with awareness. His fingers moved with that infuriating, practiced control — drifting just above her skin at times, barely grazing. Then, without warning, his palm would press firmly, grounding her. Possessing her. Her chest rose with every breath as he mapped her like she was territory he'd marked but was only now exploring properly. His fingers slid down the slope of her collarbone, circled the edge of her breast without claiming it, then trailed lower — a teasing threat of all he hadn't yet taken. "Say it," he whispered near her ear, his voice velvet-wrapped steel. "Tell me what I do to you." Therrin trembled. Not with fear — no, she was far past that. This wasn't submission, it was recognition. Her body was starting to understand

Last Updated : 2025-08-20

Silencing the Light

Dion's POV The moment Ciaran's hand sliced through the air, Dion felt it—like being ripped from the room, the heat, her skin. Her sounds. One second he was on his knees, tongue coated in the taste of her pleasure, her body arching in shared release—and the next, he was nowhere. Nowhere and everywhere. The world around him was black. Not shadow—shadow he could fight. This was void. It pulsed with Ciaran's cruel magic, and Dion's body was no longer fully his. He couldn't see her anymore, but her sounds echoed—muted, distant, wrapped in velvet sin. Each moan, every soft cry she gave him… it was still reaching him, tormenting him. And he was hard. Achingly, painfully hard. He clenched his jaw, his hands trembling at his sides. "Damn you," he whispered, but his voice was swallowed by the dark. "She asked for it" Ari's voice echoed in his head, but it wasn't mocking—it was soft, torn.

Last Updated : 2025-08-20

Sensory Betrayal Part 1

Therrin’s POV The forest had gone quiet. Too quiet. Therrin stood still beneath the canopy, her breath catching at the sound of Dion's voice behind her. She could feel his presence before he spoke, his energy distinct—warm, steady, familiar. "Therrin…" he said gently, approaching like he was afraid she'd vanish into the shadows. She didn't turn around. Her fingers clenched at her sides, trembling. Not from fear, not even from anticipation. But because the moment she'd sensed him, something darker had stirred beneath her skin. Ciaran. His voice slithered through her mind like smoke. "Don't let him touch you. Not when your body already remembers me." Dion moved closer, his footfalls deliberate, trying not to spook her. "I need to talk to you. Please… just listen." "He thinks you're listening," Ciara

Last Updated : 2025-08-21

Sensory Betrayal Part 2

In the aftermath, the ground cradled her body, slick with sweat and grass and shame she no longer understood. Her heartbeat was a war drum against her ribs. She tried to gather herself, but the darkness wouldn't let her go—not fully. She could still feel Dion somewhere close—his worry, his confusion, maybe even his pain. And then, suddenly, she heard him. "Therrin… gods, what has he done to you?" The voice didn't come from her ears—it was in her chest, her mind, like a bond straining to hold. She flinched. "Ciaran," she whispered aloud, curling into herself. "I can hear Dion. He's still… inside me somehow." The shadows stirred. "Tch," Ciaran hissed, annoyed but amused. "Persistent, isn't he? Like a flea in your fur." Then his voice sharpened, laced with menace. "Dion." His name rang lik

Last Updated : 2025-08-21

Sensory Betrayal Part 3

He didn't even need to move. The shadows inside her obeyed his rage. Pleasure erupted again, sudden and uncontrollable — her hips jerking upward as though possessed. A cry ripped from her throat as another orgasm crashed through her without warning, more intense than the last. She tried to close her legs, tried to resist — but the shadows held them wide. Ciaran leaned in, brushing sweat-damp hair from her cheek. His lips ghosted hers. "Say it again, and I'll make sure Dion feels every shudder, every helpless moan you give me. You think he wants to know what I've done to you?" His grin was all teeth. "He does. He always does." Therrin whimpered — not from fear, not even from pain. From the way her body betrayed her, melting under his command, slick and spent and still aching. And then — like a breath carried through ash — she heard Dion. "Therrin?" The voice w

Last Updated : 2025-08-21

What Pleasure Demands

Dion's POV He should've turned away. He told himself that with every breath. Every shuddering exhale as he crouched behind the thorns, watching the shadows writhe around Therrin's bare form like they owned her. Like he never had. But he didn't move. He couldn't. Her pleasure flooded him, relentless and punishing. Every moan that slipped from her mouth struck him like a spell, vibrating down his spine, coiling in his gut. He didn't just hear her. He felt her. The grip of her need. The pull of her muscles. The breathless gasp when Ciaran whispered her name like a curse and a prayer in the same breath. It was killing him. She arched again, thighs trembling as the shadows danced along her skin in tendrils of aching seduction. And Dion — helpless, furious, shaking — felt her climax tear through him like it was his. He choked on it. Collapsed to his knees,

Last Updated : 2025-08-22

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