Page 44 of Her Darkest Possession
Anatoly's hands start moving apart. One hand reaches forward to run across my collarbone while the other moves down past my stomach towards my legs.
"You," I whisper.
His powerful finger burns a path across the delicate ridge of my collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake before they wrap gently around my neck. My breath catches in my throat when I feel his pulse thumbing my neck for mine.
His other hand slips lower until it slips under the band of my underwear, past the tuft of hair between my legs, and dip into the warm surging wetness that drips for him.
And only for him.
I keep my eyes on the mirror, hypnotized as his hands re-claim me. I'm trapped willingly between his powerful body and the cool surface of the sink. Both our eyes are dark with desire in the reflection.
His lips find my shoulder, and a second later, so do his teeth. I moan softly against the rough touch. There's no hiding how much I want him to take me, how much I need him to mark me.
The rational part of my mind screams that I should feel something other than this desperate hunger. But that part quickly fades away when he pushes a finger inside of me.
"Only me?" he murmurs against my neck between bites.
"Only you," I breathe, my voice barely audible over the sound of water still running in the sink.
Doubts evaporate like smoke. He continues to cradle my throat—a reminder of his strength and my surrender. The weight of his palm alone makes my pulse race wildly against his skin.
"Who gets to fuck you?" he growls against my ear.
"Only you," I breathe, my body practically vibrating beneath his touch.
His fingers continue toying with my slick folds. The pressure builds as he circles my clit. My legs start trembling. I can't take it anymore.
I need him now.
I need him to take me.
Claim me.
Fuck me.
I reach back with shaking hands and push my leggings down, wiggling my hips to help them slide over my ass. My panties follow, rolling down my thighs until I'm exposed to him. The cool air hits my heated skin, making me shiver with anticipation.
"Please," I whisper, pressing back against his hardness. "Don't make me wait anymore."
He continues to stroke me, and I start fumbling with his pants until the smooth hardness of his cock falls into my palm.
"Please." My voice breaks as desperation takes over. "Remind me what it's like to belong to you."
Precum soaks between my fingers, and I stroke him as I pull him towards my soaked, aching cunt.
Anatoly pauses, his breath hot against my neck. "Tell me,britvochka," he commands softly. "What does belonging to me mean?"
I swallow hard, gathering my courage. "It means you can fuck my wet little hole as hard as you like. It means you can use me whenever you want. It means you and only you can be rough with me. Only you can make me scream. Make me beg. Make me take every fucking inch and fuck me like you own me. "
Anatoly's hand cradles my chin, and pulls my head back until I'm staring up at him upside down. His blue eyes are dark with desire, but there's something tender beneath the hunger.
"No,britvochka," he whispers. "I don't own you."
I try to protest, confusion clouding my mind, but he slips a finger into my mouth, silencing me. Instinctively, I begin sucking, my tongue working against his digit as his other hand pulls away from my pussy to spread my lips apart.
"You own me."
And those were the last words he says to me before he shoves himself all the way in.
