Wholly and undoubtedly.
“Your smile doesn’t make you cruel, baby. It just makes you human.”
“You don’t think he’ll hate me?”
Ivan was graceful for a man his size, and I hadn’t realized he was moving until my butt touched the smooth top of our dresser. His palms curved over my skin like a warm and heavy wave. One rested on my chest while the other settled around my throat. My pulse hammered against the tip of his fingers, and after a second or so, he increased the pressure as if commanding my heart to slow.
“Who could hate you, Solnyshko?”
The question was warm as it touched my ears, his lips wet as they nibbled at the skin covering my shoulder and the base of my neck. When he sucked, my body bowed, and I reached for his bare chest, finding his nipples and rolling them between my fingers.
“You are so fucking loyal, baby. Beautifully violent. I can’t get enough of you.”
He walked his fingers down my chest and across my stomach, stopping to trace the hollow space above my belly button.
“You are the brightest thing about me, and even while worshiping a bullet, you can’t help but worry how your friend might feel. That’s sweetness, baby. That’sgood, and where I come from, there ain’t a whole fucking lot of it.Anybodytries to rob you of that, I’ll rip their fucking heart out with my bare hands.”
Oh, was it overwhelming… to be the center of his whole world.
I couldn’t look away from him. Hand to my mouth, I bit into my knuckles when he caught the waistband of my briefs in his thumbs and slipped them down my thighs until they were in a pile on the floor.
“Turn around, baby. Hands on the wall and knees open.”
The dresser swayed as I moved, and he kept a careful hand on my waist as I spread my legs wide, arching my back and presenting my ass. He made a hungry sound and dug his fingers into my flesh so he could peel my cheeks apart.
My toes curled, and a needy, helpless whine ripped from my throat when he licked a long stripe up my crack.
Ohmygod.
Cheek to the wall, I shuddered when his tongue found my hole and made circles around it. Strands of hair tickled the curve of my ass, and then the heat of his body was gone for a moment, a growl leaving his throat seconds before he spit on my hole.
“Look at you fucking clench for me,” he whispered right before he dove back in, latching his lips around the most sensitive part of me, sucking and licking until the rest of me quivered the way my legs did.
My hole was soft. Wet. His saliva dribbled down my crack, and he lapped it up with an obscene slurp, pushing it into my body with the tip of his tongue. The sensation robbed me of the ability to feel anything else, and I went blind for a moment, chasing each of his thrusts with one of my own. My hips rose to meet him, the action intense enough that the dresser cracked against the wall I balanced on.
He added a finger beside his tongue, pushing just the tip inside of me before repeating the process all over again. I was a mess by the time he gave me his full finger, babbling desperately and actively humping his hand.
“Papa,please.”
Over my shoulder, I searched for him. His gaze was bottomless when it found mine, mouth wet and smile sinister. Dark hair flopped over his forehead, and I wondered if it would be weird to ask him for a lock of it.
Not a big piece.
Just something small to carry around in my pocket.
“Your body is begging for me, Solnyshko.Achingto be full, isn’t it? Are you aching for me?”
“God, yes.Always.”
My upper body collapsed against the wall, lips parting in a silent moan when he forced a second finger in beside the first, pumping roughly before tearing them free and shoving them into my mouth. I choked against the intrusion, shouting against his skin when I felt the tip of his cock breach me.
My body burned, and he gave me no time to adjust before he was seated fully, balls against my ass. I felt him everywhere,cravedhim so deeply and so fully; there was a piece of me that’d always remain empty unless he was there, filling it.
Saliva pooled in the corners of my mouth and dripped down my chin. The slapping sound of our skin faded in a low hum as I drifted, weightless.
“I am always going to be right here, my little butterfly. To fuck you, and stuff you, and tear you apart until there’s nothing left butme.”
His scent...