Chapter 18
Mikhail
Iheld Shanice for a long time after I got back, just breathing her in, and letting the violence of the day wash away.
But the longer I held her, the more the tension shifted.
It changed into something darker and more primal.
I'd killed a man. Had ended a life and spared another, and wielded power over life and death.
And now I needed to feel alive. Needed to claim what was mine.
"Mikhail?" Shanice's voice was soft, uncertain. "You're holding me really tight."
"I know." I didn't loosen my grip. "I need you."
"I'm right here."
"No. I need you." I pulled back to look at her, and whatever she saw in my eyes made her breath catch. "I need to feel you. Claim you. Make you mine in every way possible."
Her pupils dilated. "I thought we'd been doing that for three days."
"Not like this." I cupped her face, my thumb brushing over her lower lip. "I need you to submit to me, Shanice. Completely. No holding back. No fighting. Just give yourself to me."
"I always give myself to you." Her expression changed to be one of concern, almost as if she was questioning what we’d been doing.
"Not like I need right now." My voice was rough, almost a growl. "I need all of you. Every piece. And I need you to trust me enough to let me take it."
She stared at me for a long moment. I could see the questions forming, I just hoped she didn’t ask something that I couldn’t tell her. I said a prayer in hopes that she would let whatever she was thinking go.
Then she nodded. "Okay."
"Say it."
"I trust you. I'm yours. Take what you need."
Something savage and possessive roared to life inside me. I kissed her hard, my hands already moving to strip her clothes off. She helped, both of us frantic, desperate to get skin on skin. When she was naked, I pushed her back onto the bed and just looked at her.
"Mine," I said. "Every inch of you belongs to me."
"Yes, I do."
I stripped off my own clothes, then climbed over her, caging her in with my arms. "I'm going to mark you tonight and make sure everyone who looks at you knows you're claimed."
"Yes, Mikhail." She breathed the words out more than she spoke them.
"Shh." I captured her mouth again, kissing her until she was breathless. Then I moved to her neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. She gasped, her hands flying to my shoulders.
I sucked the spot, making sure it would bruise, then moved to the other side and did it again. And again. Marking a trail down her throat to her collarbone. She hissed, but didn’t move away from me, bearing what I was doing to her. Though, she seemed to be enjoying it, too.
"Everyone's going to see these," I murmured against her skin. "Going to know you're taken."
"Good," she sighed, melting into my hold. “I like being yours.”
“I like that.” I admitted.
I moved lower, taking one nipple into my mouth, First, I teased it with the tip of my tongue.
I increased the intensity until it was firmly in my mouth and I was pulling it with my teeth.
My hand found her other breast, kneading it roughly while my mouth worked.
She was already squirming beneath me, her hips seeking friction.
I released her nipple with a wet pop and moved to the other one, giving it the same treatment.
Sucking, biting, marking, and even teasing.
"Ooh, Mikhail. Please…"
"Please what?" I released her breast and moved back up, my hand wrapping around her throat. Not squeezing, just holding. Claiming. "Tell me what you need, pretty baby."
Her eyes widened, showing her interest, and she wet her lips nervously. "I need you inside me. I need to feel you."
"Not yet." I slid my other hand down her body, between her legs. She was already wet, soaked for me, and I left my hand in place, keeping her aware of my control. "First I'm going to worship every inch of this perfect body."
I moved down, kissing and licking my way across her stomach. When I reached the apex of her thighs, I spread her legs wide and just looked at her.
"So fucking beautiful," I murmured. "So wet. All for me."
I lowered my head and licked through her folds, slow and deliberate.
She cried out, her hands fisting in my hair.
I took my time, tasting every inch of her.
Licking, sucking, making her squirm and beg.
But I didn't make her come. I drew out her orgasm to let her feel it build and mount into something immeasurable.
When she was trembling and desperate, I moved lower. Kissed down her thighs, behind her knees, and down to her calves. Then I took her foot in my hand and brought it to my mouth.
Shanice held her breath. I dared to find out why, so I sucked her big toe into my mouth, my tongue swirling around it, as I watched her response. She gasped, her whole body jerking.
"Oh my God."
I moved to the next toe, then the next, worshipping each one. Showing her that every part of her body belonged to me. Even the parts she probably never thought about. By the time I'd finished with both feet, she was panting, her eyes dark with need and something of awe.
"Every inch," I said, kissing my way back up her body. "I'm going to learn every inch of you. Worship every part. Make you understand that you're mine from head to toe."
I reached her center again and thrust two fingers inside her. She was so ready, that they slid in easily.
"That's it," I praised, curling my fingers to hit that spot inside her. "Take my fingers, baby. Show me how good you feel."
My mouth found her clit, sucking hard while my fingers worked her.
She was so close. And I let her have it, pushed her toward it.
She came with a scream, her whole body convulsing.
I worked her through it, my fingers still moving, and drawing out every last wave.
When she finally stilled, I moved back up her body.
But instead of entering her, I brought my wet fingers to her mouth.
"Taste yourself," I commanded. "Suck my fingers clean."
She opened her mouth, and I slid my fingers inside. The sight of her lips wrapped around them, tasting her own arousal, made my dick throb.
"Damn, baby," I murmured. "Show me what you about."
I pulled my fingers free and positioned myself at her entrance. But I didn't thrust in. Not yet.
"Who do you belong to?" I asked.
She looked up at me and I almost lost my cool at that moment. There were no signs of fear or shame. She was confident when she said…
"You."
Mhm… "Say my name."
"Mikhail. I belong to my husband."
"Damn right." I thrust inside in one hard stroke, filling her completely. "Mine. All fucking mine."
I started moving deeply, each thrust deliberate and possessive. My mouth found her neck again, biting and sucking, adding more marks to the collection.
“And I’m yours, baby. See how hard you make me?” I stroked her deeper, making her take all of me. “Show me what you’re going to do with it, baby.”
Shanice rolled her hips, changing the angle, sucking me into her. I hissed when she began fucking me back, bouncing into each stroke and covering me with her sweetness.
"You feel so good," I groaned against her skin. "So tight. So perfect. Made for my dick."
"Yes," she gasped. "God, yes."
I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, holding her in place while I fucked her. My other hand wrapped around her throat again, feeling her pulse racing beneath my palm. That only encouraged her behavior. She milked me with her body, drawing my own arousal closer.
"You love this, don't you?" I growled. "Love being pinned down. Controlled. Owned. Fucking me back and owning this dick."
"Yes, I love it. Love how good you feel."
"Tell me you love being owned by me."
"I love being owned by you," she sobbed. "I love belonging to you. I love everything you do to me. What I’m doing to you. This… What we do…"
Her words sent me higher, made me fuck her harder. I released her throat and moved my hand to her breast, tweaking her nipple, adding more pressure as it built inside me.
She cried out, clenching around me.
"That's it. Come for me again. Show me how good I make you feel."
She did, her whole body shaking with the force of it. And I kept going, kept fucking her through it, chasing my own release. When I felt it building, I leaned down and nibbled her shoulder. Then nipped her hard. Marking her one more time.
"I'm going to fill you up," I groaned. "Going to pump you so full of my cum you'll be dripping for days."
"Please," she begged. "Please, Mikhail."
I came with a roar, my release spilling deep inside her. I ground against her, making sure every drop stayed where it belonged.
When the last wave passed, I stayed buried inside her, not ready to leave. Unable to break the connection.
"Roll over," I commanded.
She did, and I followed, keeping myself inside her. Now she was on her stomach, and I was covering her back, still deep inside.
I gathered her hair and moved it aside, exposing the back of her neck. Then I sucked on her there too, adding another mark.
"Mine," I growled against her skin. "Every fucking inch of you is mine."
"Yours," she whimpered. "All yours."
I started moving again, slower this time but just as deep. My hands roamed her body, claiming, possessing, worshipping.
"You're so beautiful like this," I murmured. "Pinned beneath me. Filled with my dick. Covered in my marks. Mmm, baby."
I reached around to find her clit, rubbing circles while I fucked her from behind. Her hands fisted in the sheets, her whole body trembling.
"Come for me again," I said. "I want to feel you come on my dick."
She did, sobbing my name into the pillow. And the feeling of her clenching around me sent me over the edge again. I came inside her for the second time, adding to what was already there. Making sure she was full. Marked. Claimed.
When I finally pulled out, I watched as my cum started to leak from her. I scooped it up with my fingers and pushed it back inside.
"Keep it all in," I said. "Don't waste a drop."
She whimpered but nodded.
I laid beside her and pulled her into my arms, both of us sweaty and spent.
"Are you okay?" I asked softly, stroking her hair.
"More than okay," she whispered. "That was intense."
"Too intense?"
"No. Exactly what I needed. I missed you and it cured my need to feel you." She tilted her head to look at me. "Is it always going to be like this with us?"
"Like what?"
"Consuming. All encompassing. Like nothing else exists except us."
I thought about that. "I hope. Is that okay?"
She smiled, tired but genuine. "Yeah. It's okay."
I held her close, feeling her breathing evening out as exhaustion took her. She was marked. Claimed. Filled with my seed. Mine in every way that mattered. And I'd never let her go.