Page 227 of Barinov

My throat goes dry but I don’t hesitate. I let go of her waist, reach down, and yank my shirt over my head and throw it to the growing pile of discarded clothes on the floor.

“Good,” Bella murmurs. She dips the brush back onto the palette, swirling the bristles in the rich, wet crimson.

She steps up to Lex first. Her playful energy suddenly shifting into a more intimate tone. With a steady hand, she presses the wet brush right onto the phoenix inked between his collarbones. Lex’s breath hitches slightly as she slowly moves the brush downward, stopping near the bottom of his sternum.

In bold, thick strokes, she paints four simple letters: MINE.

Bella doesn’t even wait for him to process it before she turns back to me. She presses the wet, cold bristles directly over my heart, tracing the same letters onto my skin while my chest heaves beneath her touch.

MINE.

That feral grin of Lex’s grows wider as he stares down at the red and black markings on his skin. “My turn,” he murmurs, taking the brush from Bella’s fingertips.

Lex steps around us, dramatically jumps over the pile of clothes, and reaches down to grab a clean, empty canvas from the stack against the wall.

I blink, my brain stalling in my highly aroused state. “Lex, what the hell are you doing?”

“I’m creating a masterpiece. What does it look like?” Lex grunts, dipping the brush directly into the black paint with a chaotic, yet slightly terrifying confidence of a man who has never held a paintbrush in his life. He points the wooden end of the brush toward the soft rug in the center of the room, then to Bella.

“Baby, help me out. I need inspiration.”

Bella lets out a beautiful laugh, her steel eyes shining as she looks at me. She reaches out and wraps her hands around the back of my neck. Gently pulling me down into a kiss that tastes like pure salvation.

Every ounce of control I’ve been clinging to for the last hour completely snaps at the taste of her. My hands frantically find the zipper of my jeans and I kick them off before guiding us both down on the rug.

“Cade,” she breathes as she climbs on top of me and straddles my thighs. She grips my cock, guiding the thick head right against her soaked entrance before slowly sinking her weight down on me. I watch her face contort in pure pleasure as her tight walls stretch, swallowing me inch by wet inch until she’s pressed flat against my pelvis.

“That’s more like it,” Lex mumbles, frantically smearing more paint on the canvas above.

Her hips begin moving in slow, agonizing circles.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” I moan. I reach, slide my hand over the back of her neck, and crash our mouths together. Our tongues tangle in a desperate battle while I thrust up deeper inside her.

I grab her by the hips. Roll her over in one swift motion so she’s on her hands and knees and drive into her from behind. She cries out when I hit that spot inside her. Her back arches as I pull her hips back to mine.

“Ahh!” she moans as I pick up my pace, my balls slapping hard against her with every thrust.

A paintbrush clatters to the floor next to us, splattering droplets of red on my thigh.

“Sorry,” Lex mutters. He leans down to pick it up. “Got sidetracked,” he adds, pressing a kiss to my shoulder before returning to his masterpiece. “Carry on, babe.”

I place a hand flat against the center of her back, pushing her down until her chest flattens against the rug and her hips tilt high in the air. The steeper angle lets me drive deeper and allows me to fully lose myself in her. Every gasp she breathes and every desperate tug of her hips lifting to meet mine only drives me crazier.

It’s loud, sweaty, and beautifully chaotic.

“Cade, oh my—” she pants as her pussy clamps down on me.

I need to see her.

All of her.

I grip her hips and roll her over once more. I pin her on her back, her legs immediately wrapping around my waist as I press my chest flat against hers. The friction of our sweaty bodies smears the wet crimson MINE between our chests. It blends the letters until there is no boundary between where she ends and I begin.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” I groan, thrusting into her again.

Her steel eyes flutter open and lock onto me. “Cade,” she whispers.

“I’m here, baby,” I promise, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.