"I trust you. I'm yours. Take what you need."
Something savage and possessive roared to life inside me. I kissed her hard, my hands already moving to strip her clothes off. She helped, both of us frantic, desperate to get skin on skin. When she was naked, I pushed her back onto the bed and just looked at her.
"Mine," I said. "Every inch of you belongs to me."
"Yes, I do."
I stripped off my own clothes, then climbed over her, caging her in with my arms. "I'm going to mark you tonight and make sure everyone who looks at you knows you're claimed."
"Yes, Mikhail." She breathed the words out more than she spoke them.
"Shh." I captured her mouth again, kissing her until she was breathless. Then I moved to her neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. She gasped, her hands flying to my shoulders.
I sucked the spot, making sure it would bruise, then moved to the other side and did it again. And again. Marking a trail downher throat to her collarbone. She hissed, but didn’t move away from me, bearing what I was doing to her. Though, she seemed to be enjoying it, too.
"Everyone's going to see these," I murmured against her skin. "Going to know you're taken."
"Good," she sighed, melting into my hold. “I like being yours.”
“I like that.” I admitted.
I moved lower, taking one nipple into my mouth, First, I teased it with the tip of my tongue. I increased the intensity until it was firmly in my mouth and I was pulling it with my teeth. My hand found her other breast, kneading it roughly while my mouth worked. She was already squirming beneath me, her hips seeking friction. I released her nipple with a wet pop and moved to the other one, giving it the same treatment. Sucking, biting, marking, and even teasing.
"Ooh, Mikhail. Please…"
"Please what?" I released her breast and moved back up, my hand wrapping around her throat. Not squeezing, just holding. Claiming. "Tell me what you need, pretty baby."
Her eyes widened, showing her interest, and she wet her lips nervously. "I need you inside me. I need to feel you."
"Not yet." I slid my other hand down her body, between her legs. She was already wet, soaked for me, and I left my hand in place, keeping her aware of my control. "First I'm going to worship every inch of this perfect body."
I moved down, kissing and licking my way across her stomach. When I reached the apex of her thighs, I spread her legs wide and just looked at her.
"So fucking beautiful," I murmured. "So wet. All for me."
I lowered my head and licked through her folds, slow and deliberate. She cried out, her hands fisting in my hair. I took my time, tasting every inch of her. Licking, sucking, makingher squirm and beg. But I didn't make her come. I drew out her orgasm to let her feel it build and mount into something immeasurable.
When she was trembling and desperate, I moved lower. Kissed down her thighs, behind her knees, and down to her calves. Then I took her foot in my hand and brought it to my mouth.
Shanice held her breath. I dared to find out why, so I sucked her big toe into my mouth, my tongue swirling around it, as I watched her response. She gasped, her whole body jerking.
"Oh my God."
I moved to the next toe, then the next, worshipping each one. Showing her that every part of her body belonged to me. Even the parts she probably never thought about. By the time I'd finished with both feet, she was panting, her eyes dark with need and something of awe.
"Every inch," I said, kissing my way back up her body. "I'm going to learn every inch of you. Worship every part. Make you understand that you're mine from head to toe."
I reached her center again and thrust two fingers inside her. She was so ready, that they slid in easily.
"That's it," I praised, curling my fingers to hit that spot inside her. "Take my fingers, baby. Show me how good you feel."
My mouth found her clit, sucking hard while my fingers worked her. She was so close. And I let her have it, pushed her toward it. She came with a scream, her whole body convulsing. I worked her through it, my fingers still moving, and drawing out every last wave. When she finally stilled, I moved back up her body. But instead of entering her, I brought my wet fingers to her mouth.
"Taste yourself," I commanded. "Suck my fingers clean."
She opened her mouth, and I slid my fingers inside. The sight of her lips wrapped around them, tasting her own arousal, made my dick throb.
"Damn, baby," I murmured. "Show me what you about."
