Chapter 22 #2
Apparently, I liked possessive and dominating when it was like this?
Good to know.
When I couldn’t take any more, he moved up my body and kissed my breasts, focusing mostly on my nipples. Then he bit—like bit the flesh of my breast.
He smirked at me when I couldn’t hide my shock. “No, I’m not into vamp play or something. I’m not one of those sick fucks who idealizes the monsters of our world but…”
“Marking me,” I panted, trying to accept it, nodding when he did. “And like a bracelet you got me that we knew was from you didn’t cross your mind?”
He lowered his forehead between my breasts and burst out laughing. He ran his hands up and down my sides as he kept laughing, but I wasn’t really joking.
Wasn’t that way more normal than leaving bite marks on me?
“Did you not like it?” he worried when he calmed down.
I opened my mouth but then closed it, staring down at his teeth marks on my skin. He was like fixated on them and that made me shiver. “Maybe not there but like my hip or ass.”
“Oh yeah, I plan on leaving my mark there too, foxy.” Sergey leaned in and gave me a soft kiss. “My foxy.”
“Your foxy,” I agreed. I licked my lips and glanced down his body. “So why are you still dressed?”
He groaned and moved off of me. “On your knees facing the wall. Put your hands on the wall even.”
I stared at him for a moment. “And if I said no? That I wanted you to face me for sex?”
Sergey frowned, freezing in taking off his shirt. “Then we do whatever you want, Bev. Always.”
Yeah, I wasn’t worried about Sergey and exploring this. He was just working out some demons and issues with us not having a normal relationship.
And lovingly on my body.
So really, I was super lucky… Which was why I hurried to move my ass to exactly where he wanted.
I peeked when I heard clothing rustling and licked my lips when I saw his strong body. He chuckled when he caught me looking, but I simply shrugged.
Like only men wanted to look at naked women?
Yeah right.
“Do you like the way I look, foxy?” he teased as he got on the bed with me.
“You know I do,” I answered, leaning back against him as he slid his hands over my hips. “I say it every time.”
“I didn’t hear it this time,” he pushed.
I turned my head and kissed his cheek. “I love your body, Sergey. I love your thick arms, the way your muscles move, and how big your biceps are. I love how strong your chest is. Your pecs are amazing. Your shoulders. Watching your ass and back are—”
“Dirty girl,” he mumbled and moved me into him more so he could kiss me better. His arm slid around me so he was almost movie kiss kind of holding me.
“Your dirty girl,” I panted as he massaged my breast while holding me tightly.
“You are,” he agreed. “What does my dirty girl need?”
“You,” I answered honestly. And I did. He had me so wound up that I wanted him desperately.
His other arm moved and then his fingers were teasing my pussy while I was snuggled up against him. It was exceedingly intimate. “Tell me to have you, foxy. Tell me that I can always have you.”
That was harder to give, but I knew he didn’t mean always like forever or a blanket pass like he never had to ask again. Sergey would never do that to me. “You can always have me, Sergey.”
“Fuuuuuccckkk,” he groaned before kissing me desperately. Then he moved me so my hands were against the wall and his hands were all over my ass. “Let me know if I didn’t get you ready enough, okay?”
I nodded, thinking he did.
Mostly. It was a bit tight, but I was wet enough, so I didn’t say anything. I liked it and that he was so desperate for me.
Really desperate for me.
He held my breasts with his arm so they didn’t hurt too much bouncing all around as he took me. He whispered everything possessive and even a bit over the top in my ear as he kissed along my neck and thrust into me deeply.
And I fucking loved it. I wouldn’t have thought I would have because my greatest fear was being owned and controlled, but… This was so different.
Sergey didn’t see me as a possession.
He saw me as a woman so special he cared enough to be possessive over.
I wasn’t sure it made sense, but it did. At least in how I felt his intentions. Maybe possessive wasn’t even the right term?
Maybe I didn’t even care because I understood it and it felt too good.
Plus, it wasn’t only about me belonging to him. He told me how he couldn’t even look at other women anymore. He saw pretty but didn’t care. He just wanted me and not because of my physical.
And that was all I’d been to so many, even my damn family flaunting me that way.
Sergey thought I was special and a gem he would never let go. One he would treat as I should be. One he would support and protect. Treasure and give the best to.
I cried out his name as I orgasmed, begging him for more and to finish too. To let me please him and give him what he needed.
He brought me again and then finished inside of me, saying it was proof I was his, another way to mark me even if no one ever knew. They wouldn’t know I was his, but he would know. He would know I gave him this and hold to it tightly when he struggled.
It was sweet in a kinky way… Which actually described my whole relationship with Sergey if I was honest.
But it also wasn’t enough for him.
He flipped me over, and after checking I was okay, he took me again. Intensely and possessively from the wild look in his eyes. The whole time demanding I admit I was his and my feelings for him were real.
That surprised me.
Did Sergey maybe love me?
Was I okay with that?
It was a terrifying idea to give him my love, but… The idea of him loving me warmed my heart.
That made me a selfish bitch, right? It felt like something selfish.
Or maybe normal and I wasn’t so bad if I was giving him something he needed? But I enjoyed it too.
“Stop thinking so much,” he growled at me at some point.
Yeah, fair. I just wished there was an actual switch to flip off my damn brain. Apparently, kissing me was a damn good start.
When we were done, he snuggled over me, careful of his weight before rolling us so I was spread out all on top of him. He moved his legs so I was trapped and hugged me tightly.
“You okay?” I checked.
“I am now. I am now with you, foxy,” he mumbled, his tone tired but also that he didn’t want to discuss it. That was fine as long as he knew I was there for him.
Oh, but it seemed someone was also outside waiting for me.
We were still snuggling when I felt magic and a knock at the door.
“Shit, I forgot the sound barrier,” Sergey hissed.
“It happens,” Winter said from the other side of the door. “But it’s why I was waiting here holding it.”
Well, and he wanted to talk. He could have put a barrier up and left. It would have taken more magic, but he could have instead of waiting for us to finish.
And how did he know we were done?
“He was probably checking every so often,” Sergey muttered, his head obviously where mine was. “It’s what I would have done too.”
“Yes,” Winter said.
“Just circle in here,” I mumbled as I detangled from Sergey and moved next to him, still snuggled up to him, but not so… Post-sex like.
“Really?” Sergey asked, Winter echoing him.
“No, it’s better to talk through the door,” I drawled. I chuckled when Winter didn’t wait to be told again and appeared in the room.
“It seems kind of mean to just…” Sergey seemed like he didn’t know how to finish what he was thinking.
“And outside the door waiting for us to finish was better?” I gestured between them. “You are both jealous of each other, so it’s—”
“No, I’m not jealous of Sergey,” Winter clarified. “I’m jealous of this cuteness and closeness you have, but you met him first, so it makes sense.”
I gave him the look he deserved even if it was from Sergey’s arms. “We have spa nights. You’re my phone sex… Not the best example when we’ve just had sex.”
“Thank you for understanding that, but I get what you mean. We share a lot too,” Winter said with a sigh. “It hurt I wasn’t important enough to get a night, but you’re right I should have just asked.” He pulled the flowers out from behind his back. “Can I have a sleepover night, Bev?”
He seemed so awkward asking and while I was in bed with another man that… Yeah, awkward didn’t quite cover it.
“Do you want to come give me kisses when I accept even if I’m post-sex from Sergey?”
“Jesus, foxy,” Sergey choked out.
“No, she’s right and we need to—this is what we’re signing up for and it would help the jealousy maybe,” Winter accepted. He moved closer and leaned on the bed, pursing his lips at me and giving me the choice.
He always did.
I sat up and let the sheet fall so he got a good view of me before giving him a soft kiss.
He cupped my cheek and gave me another kiss. “It wasn’t so much the night but one being taken from me. Can I join you guys on some Saturdays?”
“When Bev’s ready for that, yeah, I’m fine with it,” Sergey answered.
I was about to get miffed he did answer, but then I realized it really was for him to answer. I nodded still and was glad when Winter said the same for Sergey on his night.
And then Winter was totally Winter and asked if the sex was as hot as what he heard when he arrived.
“Yes, yes, it was,” I purred just to be as big of a brat.
It also wasn’t a lie.
Not at all.