Claiming.
She arches her back, her fingers digging into the bed.
"Matvei." She groans as I slam into her, her body welcoming me.
I thrust into her, again and again, until she moans and arches into me.
My body is heavy above her, and my breathing is ragged.
I continue thrusting, hips slamming against her ass.
I spank her hard, the satisfying crack of my palm against her ass. Once. Twice.
It doesn’t bring the relief I crave.
I spank her again, just to hear her scream.
I fist her hair and yank her head back as I move, my grip tightening.
She moans, right on the cusp of relief, and I feel the first spasm of pleasure rip through her.
I come.
I fucking come.
Spilling into her.
Groaning against her skin.
Kissing the bite marks I left on her neck and shoulders as she screams her own pleasure.
Chapter Fifteen
Anissa
His body isheavy against mine, his breath still rough against my neck. I should feel trapped. Instead, I feel… something way more dangerous.
Understood.
Complete.
And it scares the fuck out of me.
When he lifts his head, his eyes dark and unreadable, he stares down at me. “This doesn’t change anything.”
I grin at him and roll over, running my fingers along the lines of welts and scratches down his back and arms. “Oh, honey.” I wink at him to distract him. I don’t want to let him know how raw and vulnerable I feel right now. “You keep telling yourself that.”
I wince when he looks down at the bruises he's left on me. Fingerprints on my arms, scratches on my inner thighs. Bitemarks and welts. Where others may look down and feel abused, this is mine. Iownit.
Hurting like this when we have sex is the most freeing experience of my life. I've never wanted anything more. Other people, even the Irish, treated me like I was a delicate fucking flower. And I'm not. I like being pushed, prodded, broken. I can't explain it, but there's something about being flayed open like this that makes me feel so satisfied. It's as if his pain makes mine more bearable. It's controlled.
"We should probably put… some antiseptic on that?" Now that the haze of lust is lifting, I see that I scratched the fuck out of him like a cat.
He reaches for my shoulder, and I wince. What the hell? I look down to see a bite mark that's already bruising.
"Oh my god. Fucking hell. I overdid it." His voice cracks as he says, "I'm sorry."
I put my hand on his shoulder and push him back a little. "Stop that. Don't you dare fucking apologize. That was brilliant."
