Felix
Knowing that Sev grew up thinking that if he was the one submitting under sex, that he would be seen as less than, was not something I was ready for. But I felt better knowing everything before we headed to bed. I wanted to claim him in every way, and it seemed he was on board with that, too. I just had to trust he wouldn’tlet me do this if he wasn’t as into it as I was. He was over a thousand years old, so I had to trust he knew himself the best.
Making this experience good for both of us was essential, as was the knowledge that he was trusting me. It didn’t matter that I was his bonded, trust didn’t appear along with love. No. Trust had to be earned. Knowing I had earned both his trustandhis love was a potent feeling. Maybe the thing I was most proud of, if I were honest with myself.
“God, I love your ass,” I groaned, slapping his naked butt as he climbed out of the bath. His skin was glistening with the oil and water, showing off his delicious muscles. I bit my lip, taking in my fill and not in any hurry to get up myself.
He turned around, toweling his front and gave me a smug smile. “It is your ass now.”
I groaned, again, loving how comfortable Sev was around me now. At first, he was more serious. I didn’t know if this change happened because of our bond having settled, or because we no longer had danger hanging over our heads. No matter the reason, I loved it. I loved knowing I was getting the true him, the one he rarely showed others. Maybe he only showed this side to me and Peter, and I felt giddy by the thought.
“You’re damn right it is!” I agreed, slapping his ass a bit harder, startling a gasp out of him, followed by a laugh.
Getting out of the tub was way harder than he’d made it look, my feet kept sliding and it was not at all sexy the way I glided to the edge, holding on to the side of the tub with all my might. But thankfully, Sev didn’t laugh, he only smirked and handed me my towel.
Drying off quickly, I placed the towel on its hook, taking Sev’s, too, and hanging it next to mine, where it belonged. I wasn’t about to let the candles go to waste, so I blew them out, knowing Sev was getting impatient.
He huffed. “Maybe we should clean, too?”
Hiding my grin, I said, “Sure. I’ll wash the tub; you wipe the floors.” Turning around, my expression neutral, I found him gaping at me, his cock hanging hard and confused in front of him.
“Really?” he asked, his tone incredulous. “And here I thought you wanted to claim me.”
“I do,” I admitted, biting my lip to stop from smiling too big.
It was too comical seeing Sev standing naked in the dimly lit room, hands on his hips, cock standing proudly, while he wore a scowl on his face.
I simply couldn’t resist him any longer. Stalking closer, my steps sure and measured, I stopped in front of him, giving what I hoped was a flirty look. “You want me to fuck you? Want to finally know what it feels like when I’m inside you? How amazing it can feel to be completely claimed?”
He swallowed, his eyes black. “Yes,” he rasped, all humor gone.
“Good. Because I intend to fuck you numerous times tonight.”
Letting out a shaky breath, he grabbed my hand and led me into our bedroom.
Our bed was made, courtesy of having our cleaning staff back to working. It was amazing, I had to admit that. Never having to clean ever again was truly a luxury I had no idea I needed. Before we reached the perfectly made bed, I was thrown on it, Sev following behind, caging me in with his body.
“Which one of your oils should I use?” he asked, stretching over to open our nightstand.
“Let’s do the yellow tonight,” I answered, making grabby hands for it. He handed it over, sitting back on his thighs as he watched me open it.
Beckoning him closer, I got comfortable on my back. He had to knee-walk over me, stopping when he reached my waist. I tapped his left thigh, urging him to rise up so I could reach his ass better.
With slicked fingers, I circled his hole, feeling him tense before a sigh came from him. “Feels good?” I asked, making sure he was still okay with us doing this.
He nodded, his eyes closed as I continued to tease his opening. “More.”
I wasn’t about to argue with that, breaching him with one finger, I felt his body tense again before a groan left him. I smiled up at him, unable not to when he was so beautiful on top of me.
“I love you,” I said, feeling like now was the perfect time to remind him of just how much I cared for him.
His eyes opened, his mouth curving into a smile. “And I love you, my Felix.” I added another finger, pleased when his eyes widened before rolling back, his head falling back, too, as he moaned in pleasure.
Even though I knew he loved me, it still felt amazing hearing it. Not that I cared for words over actions, I preferred for him to show me how much he loved me, which he did, every single day. But from now on, I would tell him how much I loved him every day, because he deserved to know how loved he was.
Holding on to his hip with one hand, I added a third finger with my other, hoping to tease another moan out of him. It worked. Sev was loving my fingers, not even shy about showing me just how much. He began rolling his hips, chasing my fingers, eager for more. Making soft, “oh, oh, oh,” sounds.
Biting my bottom lip, I took the time to admire his body as he writhed on top of me. He was so damn sexy. His body had a few scars, which meant they happened before he was turned. I couldn’t tell what each scar was from, but I intended on asking him one day. His left nipple had a small scar next to it, making me feel oddly possessive, because who dared hurt his chest so close to his heart?
