Page 31 of Dark Possession
A shudder runs through his body as I sway forward and wrap my lips around the head of his shaft, running my tongue along the slit at the top and exploring its velvety texture. I taste salt, heat, power. Wrapping a hand around the base of his cock, I raise my gaze to his, part my lips, and guide him carefully inside the cave of my mouth.
As with everything else, though, he’s not interested in letting me suck him off so much as he wants tofuck my face.The hand in my hair tightens, curling around to the back of my head and anchoring me in place, and he pushes forward, the blunt head of his cock hitting the back of my throat.
Tears spring to my eyes, and spit gathers at the corners of my mouth, slicking his length as he thrusts in and out without mercy, stroking over my tongue and hitting my soft palate each time with bruising force.
And then he’s gone.
I barely have time to gasp before he’s pulling me up, dragging me to my feet before settling me on the bed.
He sheds his clothes without taking his eyes off me. His movements are sharp, impatient. His shirt hits the floor. His pants follow. Then he’s on me.
Lifting my legs, he hooks my knees over his shoulders and thrusts into me in one smooth, devastating motion.
I cry out, my body bowing beneath him as he fills me, stretching me to the edge of pleasure and pain. The slap of skin against skin fills the room, a primal rhythm, a language only our bodies understand.
The angle is infinite—deep, overwhelming, stretching me wide and filling every inch of me. I gasp, my back arching against him, my fingers clenching into the sheets.
Lev doesn’t give me time to adjust. He moves, each thrust sending sparks through my body, each shift pressing against something deep inside me that makes my breath catch.
I close my eyes, losing myself in the rhythm, in the sensation of him claiming me, owning me.
“Open your eyes.”
Obeying, I’m held prisoner by his gaze. He stares intently down at me, communicating something I don’t understand…something I’m not sure I want to understand.
His hands find mine, our fingers linking on either side of my head as he thrusts into me, each movement punishing, purposeful.Possessive.
When I give over, tumbling into an orgasm that leaves me shaking and shuddering and spent, I squeeze my lids shut again, unable to meet the intensity in his eyes.
He follows a moment after, his fingers tightening painfully around my own and his hips drilling mine into the mattress. His face drops forward, into my neck, and every bit of him goes lax and heavy against me. My legs go limp around him, and he releases his hold on me to allow them to fall to either side of his hips.
We lay like that for several minutes, until I feel the burning need to breathe and shift my face the tiniest bit in order to drag in a breath.
He sighs and shifts, and IthinkI feel the ghost of his lips against my neck before he levers himself off me and rolls to the side.
One long finger strokes a line from my breast to my hip, raising gooseflesh.
“I’m the only man who’ll see this body from here out,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “The only one who’ll touch it. Taste it.”
Without waiting for a response, he rises and pads barefoot to the bathroom.
After a moment, the shower comes on, and I gather my discarded clothing and flee to my own room.
I take a shower and dress in a pair of the silky pajamas purchased for me, then sit on the edge of the bed for a while, my mind racing.
The truth hits me harder than I expected: Lev may have meant his words as a warning, but I don’t want anyone else to touch me but him.
When he does, it’s…electric.It’s like I’m not just surviving anymore—I’mliving.
I’m not a whore. I never was.
But it’s not just that. I need more than his touch; I need his help.
Marina’s debt is a noose tightening around both our necks, and if Lev can untangle it, maybe staying with him wouldn’t be such a terrible proposition.
Long-term doesn’t sound so bad when his hands make me feel like Ibelongsomewhere.
I take a deep breath. It starts with actually talking to him, I guess. Leaving the bedroom, I begin searching for him.
