Chapter 24
Ilya
I thought I was possessive before.
I. Was. Wrong.
She’s innocent. Untouched by any man, before me.
Perfectly, beautifully, mine.
And she’ll never be touched by another man as long as she lives.
I’ve housed demons since the moment I entered this world, but they’ve never raged quite like they do now. To possess her completely.
To own her. To claim her innocence. The blood of her purity. To take her, all of her, as my own.
Her first gasps, moans, sighs and cries—all. Mine.
She’s trembling under me now. The quake of her little, pebbled nipples, brush teasing whispers across my chest as I hover above her, gazing into the depths of her eyes as though I might challenge her little warrior’s spirit to a duel for her soul.
I’d win, too. For the right to bind her soul of light to the cavernous void of my own, I am not above defeating her spirit.
I’ve never claimed to be a man of honor, but this takes the win.
She both tames and calls to my monster. I’m ready to rage and maim and claim for her, just as I’m ready to soften my touch and dig for the glimmer of honor—a speck in the void of my soul—so that I might bestow it upon the alter of her.
To worship.
Mine.
“Ilya,” she shakes her head slowly, and I realize I spoke aloud.
More firm this time, I repeat, “Mine.” And then I kiss her.
She tastes like she smells, like dessert. Sweet and addictive.
I want more.
I also want her to come undone beneath me like I’ve wanted nothing else in my life. I want to show her that I can make her crumble. That I can spark a yearning in her body that only I can satisfy.
I want her to need me.
Kissing my way down the smooth flesh of her body, I steal tastes with the tip of my tongue that have her breaths snagging in her throat. The sound is so innocent and sweet now that I know I’m the only man to ever have her like this.
“Ilya,” she moans my name as I circle her navel with my tongue. I can smell her desire for me, and I hunger to possess every drop of it.
She makes me into an animal. Driven entirely by primal need.
She can’t possibly know how much danger she’s in. How I could devour her whole.
Mine.
I’m like a fucking caveman. I’m the Neanderthal she accuses me of being.
When I hook my fingers into the band of her simple panties, my cock jumps in my pants. I’ve never needed—never wanted a woman like this. Like I might burst if I don’t have her.
She tugs on her restraints, protesting in whimpers as I drag the material down the length of her legs. I grin when she tries to lock her knees together, as though that will stop me.
I’m much stronger than her.
With her panties on the floor, I spread her legs and look down at my prize.
She’s exquisite. Glistening wet and so fucking pink.
My dick leaks hopeful desire in my pants, and I harden my jaw as I move my rough palms over the smooth skin of her inner thighs. Her body is still now. So still, I’m not even sure she’s breathing, but as I drag the pad of my thumb down the seam of her sex, she sucks in a breath so sharp, the sound cuts through the darkness and grips my dick.
I curse low as I watch my thumb sink into her wet warmth. “I want to bury myself inside you and forget the world around us.”
She doesn’t reply, but I can feel her watching me. Her chest is rising and falling with quick, heavy pants now. They fill the silence, a desperate melody to the wet sound of my thumb now sliding up and down her pussy. When I hit the little bead at the top of her sex, her breath hitches, belly sucking in as her hips rock into the bed as though trying to escape my touch. She’s sensitive. Innocent.
Fucking perfect.
I circle the bead with my thumb, stroking once before I give it a quick little pinch.
Her hips buck into my touch, and she cries out a sound that reverberates in my dick. My balls are so tight, so swollen with need for her, it’s a feat I’ve maintained the control I have when she so often strips me of every ounce I possess.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I tell her softly, my eyes drifting the length of her body and settling on her face in time to see the bloom of pink in her cheeks. “I could look at you like this for the rest of my days. I’d never be bored. Never tire of this.”
“Stop—” she gasps. “Talking.”
I grin. “Having a hard time focusing, Little Blue?”
She makes a throaty noise as I dip my thumb down her cunt, sliding just the tip into her wet hole. Need grips me like a vice as her pussy clenches and her hips rock, her body begging with words she won’t allow her mouth to form. She wants me, too. Or at least her body does.
And tonight, that’s good enough for me.
I have the rest of our lives to drive her mad.
I sit between her thighs and watch as I sink my thumb into her pussy, pulling back and sinking it in again and again until she’s twisting from side to side, her legs a clamp on either side of my body.
“You like it when I fuck you with my thumb?”
She mumbles something unintelligible about hating me.
I laugh, dark and low. “Tell me how you want to come.”
A less inaudible “fuck you,” merges with her moan.
I quicken the thrust of my thumb, my cock jutting up in my lap as it strains for her warmth.
Fuck, I fucking need her.
With my free hand, I shove roughly at the material of my pants. My throbbing dick springs free and her eyes snap wide as I fuck her harder with my thumb, careful now not to go too deep.
“No!” Her heels dig into the bed. “You said you wouldn’t.”
“Shhh,” I command. “Watch.”
Her wide eyes fall to my dick as I grip it with my free fist, hissing in between my teeth as I stroke the length once, twice. Flames bloom in her cheeks as her breasts heave with each breath.
I can’t help but tell her, “I’m gonna fuck your perfect tits one day soon.” When her mouth pops open, I run my thumb through the bead of precum on my tip, groaning low as I add, “And that pretty little mouth.” She snaps her mouth closed and swallows hard, audibly. I just can’t help but push her. “Just like that, Little Blue. You’ll swallow me just.” I pump my thumb harder into her tight pussy. “Like.” I start to stroke the length of my dick in my tight fist. “That.”
She starts to come for me then, my dirty Little Blue, all hot and wild for the depraved monster in me. Her pussy pinches around my thumb, the contractions of her pleasure desperate and seeking even as I pull my thumb away.
She makes a noise. A scream of frustration even as I lean forward to slide my tip between the wet heat of her crease—not going inside. Not yet. Not tonight. Her body tenses even as waves of pleasure rocket through her as I circle my tip around and over her clit, driving her orgasm higher and higher.
Fuck, she feels good. Like Heaven in Hell.
I’m almost there. Nearly ready to explode.
I pinch my tip, cutting off flow as I push myself back and down between her legs. She doesn’t have time to respond, to try and kick me away before I’ve latched onto her clit with my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her scream.
Honey and melon and musk explode in a platter of savory sensation on my tongue as I devour her. Edging her closer and closer to another, more violent eruption. Above her head, her hands grip the fabric of my shirt, nails scratching into the wood of my headboard as she throws her head into the pillow, low back arching off the bed, pussy pulsing on my tongue as I fuck her little hole with it raw.
With a scream, she shatters.
Rearing back, I pump my dick fast and hard over her glistening pussy until hot streams of white spurt from my tip to land on her pulsing pink pussy. My roar echoes the tail of her scream. I feel like some beast of fiction, a primitive animal of a man. Because I’ve just marked her as mine.
And she’s never been more beautiful.