Page 67 of My Hunger, Your Soul

“I got this for you to keep on you at all times. Maybe we should break it in. What do you think, sweetheart? You wanna bleed for me?” he growls and I nod.

“I want to taste you too,” I say, and where the hell did that come from?

He smiles and grabs my hand, placing the handle of the knife in mine, and he covers it with his as he guides my hand on the knife to his chest and quickly flicks it across the tattooed flesh above his nipple. He then removes my hand and takes control of the knife and places it above my bellybutton. My breathing is erratic but not in alarm, it’s with excitement. I feel the sting before I see the tip of the blade cut a perfect line above my bellybutton. My eyes flick between watching his blood and mine, and I’m not sure which one to focus on. Ivan goes first as he moves down my body, and dives in on my cut. I arch up into his mouth, relishing in the contentment the sensation of his tongue lapping up my blood gives me. The sting and soreness only makes my cock weep more than it already was. I’m writhing, needy for a taste of his. I pull him by the hair, signaling my turn. When he looks up at me under those dark sensual lashes, a hint of red glistens on his lower lip.

“My turn,” I say, panting like my life depends on drinking him up. He moves back into straddling me and I sit up, my head perfectly aligned with his torso, and I latch on like the speed of light.

“That’s it sweetheart, drink it up. So good for me,” he praises and I find my inner self preening at his words. The taste is so sharp, so distinctive. And I fucking love it. I pull back and look up at him, craving our bodies’ connection.

“I need you inside me,” I pant, tugging at his hair, pulling him down with me as we kiss like we are locked in a battle. Our bloody taste blends together as we attack each other’s mouths. So damn good. My lips are sore, but I crave it. I want to feel him on my skin tomorrow, even when we’re apart. With a growl, Ivan rises to his knees, and with his super strength, tosses me like a doll onto my front, in seconds he has my ass spread and his tongue deep in my hole. Oh my god, it feels so fucking good. The wetness of his saliva drips off my rim, the sounds of suction and his tongue pounding in and out of me has me writhing around, looking for something to hold onto, but all I can grab are the sheets which I pull off from the corners, exposing the mattress. His hands are now holding my hips firm to stop me from moving away, the tenderness where bruises will form from his fingers sinking into my bones. I can’t get enough.

“Ivan, you need to stop, I’m gonna cum,” I whine, trying to hold back from exploding all over the sheets that are causing the perfect friction on my dick. Ivan stops and covers the back of my body before we flip over so I’m on top.

I try to take my time, but the urgency to consume this man overrides the need to savor him. I waste no time in moving down his body and swallowing his cock whole.

“Holy shit,” he gasps, and I mewl at the taste and feel of him on my tongue. Every time my tongue slides down his cock, I can feel the trace of the vein on his shaft. My rhythm increases, I’m gagging and slobbering everywhere, to the point of feeling dizzy. Ivan gets louder in his responses to me, pulling on my hair, thrusting up into my mouth until we are in tune. A dance of mouth and cock.

My jaw aches like a bitch and it's time, I need him inside me. With a pop, I release him from my mouth and straddle his hips. I always wanted to be a cowboy.

“Lube?” I ask, and Ivan stretches over the bed without moving me to reach for the lube that's in his bedside drawer. He throws it to me and watches as I lift up onto my knees so I can coat his dick. I use the remaining lube on my fingers to lubricate my hole, which is still wide open from the ass tongue-fucking he gave me. I throw the bottle to the side, where it tumbles onto the floor, and I stare into Ivan's eyes. His hair is a beautiful mess splayed over the sheets, his mouth shiny from eating me out, his eyes enlarged, eager for me to get us to the end.

Slowly I guide the tip of his cock to my hole and sink down, inch by inch fills me and it's just as good if not better than last time. I was made for this. We both moan when he is fully seated inside me, and I start to rotate my hips. Slowly at first, before I thrust back and forth, building the speed. Our breaths increase to heavy pants. Ivan’s chest raises and lowers as the intensity builds, before I take it up a level and start bouncing on him like a pogo stick. And that move right there, hits my magic button like a dream, which causes me to totally bliss out, losing myself to every sensation my body elicits.

I lean back slightly, resting my hands on his large thighs, and I don't stop. My eyes remain closed as I feel his big hand wrapping around my cock, and I’m done. Maybe three strokes later and I’m erupting like a volcano, crying out like an opera singer, handing myself over to the insane orgasm that wracks my whole being. I’m aware of Ivan cumming when I feel his cum fill me to the brim, his moans bringing me back to the room as I open my eyes and smile.

“That was fucking epic,” I say as I drop forward and kiss him. It's not rushed. It's passionate and lazy, like inhaling oxygen to help us regulate our breathing again. His dick falls out of me as it softens and Ivan pulls me to his side. We don't talk, we don't clean ourselves up, we just fall asleep, me in his arms.

Home. And in love.

34

IVAN

As I awake from the dead, I gravitate toward the warm body next to me. Tyler rocked my fucking world last night, and today I feel fantastic. Ready to take on the world. And today will be an interesting day, because I’m intrigued to know what Dima has planned for Timmy. If Tyler hadn’t distracted me so well last night, I would’ve crept down to the holding pen and finished the fucker myself.

Tyler makes a whimpering noise as he turns over onto his front, causing the sheet to move, revealing that gorgeous little ass of his. I rub my hand over the firm cheek, unable to resist a touch. Mine. I tilt my head to the side as an idea comes to mind. I’m gonna tattoo my name on that ass. I don’t know if he’ll be down for it, but I’m doing it anyway. Do I tattoo the name Ivan or Ivan Kozlov? I’ll have to give it some thought.

“Morning,” Tyler says in a croaky deep voice, looking over at me with his eyelids droopy.

“Morning. We need to get up as we have a busy weekend.”

“Do we?”

“Yeah, we need to move your shit over here and cancel your lease.”

That wakes him up. He sits upright in the bed, his body on full display, but the feisty little thing doesn’t even notice my perusal.

“And can you remind me of when you discussed this with me?”

“Why do I need to discuss it? I want you with me as much as possible. End of story.”

“Ivan, you can’t just tell me what to do.”

“Really? You gonna try and put up a fight, sweetheart?”

I push him back down onto the bed and I rest my body on top of his. My hair falls around us, creating a screen of privacy, and I wrap my hand around his delicate throat.

“Are you planning on living without me, Ty?”

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