His words washed against her skin, dark, seeking, possessive and commanding. She obeyed the command, in that moment she wasn't sure how she could not. She screamed each time she crested, writhing under his control, against the earth beneath her and the air around her flesh. Over and over his body filled hers, thrusting, claiming and she felt his shadows caress, tease every inch of her bare skin recalling each of his previous touches. It was like drowning, drowning in his power. It was addictive.<br/><br/><em>Again....Again....Again...</em><br/><br/>It became her whole world, his voice, that word commanding her, the pleasure that was nearing onto the side of pain it was so intense as it crashed through her body over and over like a tidal wave. She was helpless beneath it, her voice going hoarse from her cries, her body slicked with perspiration.<br/><br/>Dawn gasped though when she felt shadow's form around her neck, circle it, claim it. It made her glow seem all the brighter for the shadow that tried to drink in the fallen stars that seemed to be housed within her flesh. Silver gold light flared up with each climax, each throaty scream of his name, each pleading wordless sound. She wasn't sure if she was begging for him to keep going or to stop now.<br/><br/>The world shifted suddenly and she saw the stars and then his dark, handsome face, those horns above his thick hair and shuddered, knowing him for the one who controlled her utterly in this moment. Her body clenched around him as he pressed into her tight silken depths, so drenched with the juices that had proven her desire, fountaining at his command. Something softer passed between them almost it felt, to have his hands interlock with her own, fingers alongside each other and to see him, to feel him so deep inside her at the same time. This was something other then the wild, wicked claiming of her against the earth.<br/><br/>Still he was what he was and she wished she had words to express how his choice to press her hands down into the earth above her head aroused her, though she thought perhaps her flickering skin betrayed that all too well. Even here, in a softer moment she was his. His to claim, His to play with as he willed.<br/><br/>So hard he came into her, till she thought he meant to spit her in two or thrust up through her body completely, she moaned for it, her throat holding no more screams as she convulsed, and panted and whimpered for his touches, for his claiming of her. Still the pleasure was there, the peak of it was a bliss she could taste on her lips and in her broken husky voice she begged him to let her have it, have what he had given her so many times just a short while ago. And he ignored her, left her in silence outside of her own breathless sounds that came from her kiss swollen lips.<br/><br/>When Cernunnos sheathed himself completely in her, so deep the pain mingled with pleasure and gave the approval she had begged for so earnestly Dawn found again that she could scream and she did, arching under him, her fingers tightening around his own as her body clung to him like a silken vise and pulsed with the convulsions of her climax. No thought lay there, just the unending night, just his shadows and her star's glow and she screamed and screamed, the climax ripping through her but seeming to not end.