Possessive
Chapter 13—Ella
Possessive: demanding someone’s total attention and love
His fingertips gripped me possessively. I loved the burn, the idea of his marks lingering on my flesh long after this night was over, a reminder of being wanted by someone who was wanted by all. My own fingers slid over his chest, and I dug my nails into his flesh, causing him to growl. His teeth bit down on my lower lip.
“Fuck¸” he whispered as his right hand left my hip and rested tenderly against my cheek, but he pressed harder against me, and I could feel every inch of what I was doing to him. My clit throbbed at the contact. “Look at me.”
My hands slid farther up, circling behind his neck and into his hair, my nails scratching a path into his skin. He growled against my lips. I reluctantly met his gaze, hating the intimacy of it. At such a vulnerable moment, I felt like all of my secrets were being exposed.
Both his hands were under my thighs, and he lifted me from my feet, my back hitting the wall again and his length torturing me as he pressed against my center. I wrapped my legs around his body, holding him close as he slid against me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.
He was rough and careless like the man I’d met in the shadows of that alley, the one with mercy in his eyes but murder in his intent.
His muscles flexed and stretched. An image of his hands when they were brutalizing my attacker flashed through my mind as his lips left mine, sucking and biting the sensitive flesh below my ear. He was raw and aggressive. I could hear myself panting, my eyes closed as I pushed back against him, desperate for release, but not wanting to rush this moment. He wanted this as badly as I did, but he was taking his time.
His tongue ran from the base of my neck to my earlobe. His breathing was as ragged as mine, as ragged as it had been when he had helped me.
“You are nothing like I’d imagined,” he growled in my ear. His hips rolled forward, causing a whimper to escape my lips.
“You imagined fucking me?” My voice was low and raw with passion. He gripped on to me tightly and carried me to the bed, my legs still wrapped around him. We tumbled down together, his body causing the air to expel from my lungs, but I was breathless long before we collided.
“It’s all I’ve done since the moment I met you.”
There was an urgency now, a need growing deep inside me, spreading like warm whiskey through my veins. I was intoxicated by his touch. Fingers slid under my white cotton panties as he gripped them tightly and tugged. My own hands ran over his back, relishing in every twist and pull of his muscles as he moved against me. Those same muscles he had used to defend me just hours before were now desperate to conquer me. The same animalistic current running through them now ran through me.
My panties gave way to his force, ripping free. The scrap of fabric now lay loosely over me, dampened and torn. My own hands traveled lower, running along the waist of his shorts. The silky fabric did little to contain him. He pushed the torn remnants of my underwear to the side, moaning as his fingers slid over my smooth, damp flesh.
“You’re wet for me.” His mouth moved lower, kissing the center of my chest before running his tongue over my nipple and pulling it into his mouth. My back arched toward him, fingers in his hair as he bit down on the milky-colored flesh of my breast. I gasped, and just as quickly he released his teeth and ran his tongue over the fresh pink crescent mark. His eyes met mine, challenging me. I didn’t fight against him. The control was his to have as long as he didn’t stop.
His fingertips ran lightly over the small, thin scars that marred my lower belly and thighs. “Who hurt you?”
“Who hurt you?” I asked as his gaze lingered on me for a few seconds. He pressed his lips gently against one of the marks.
“That’s a long list.” Pressing open-mouthed kisses on my tingling skin, he made his way lower. I raised my hips, desperate for him to settle between my thighs. I felt his lips curve into a smile as he grabbed my hips tightly and pulled them back against the mattress.
“You’re so mean,” I panted as I struggled against his hold.
“You have no idea.” He dipped lower, his teeth grazing my inner thigh before he bit again, this time a little harder. I whimpered, struggling to raise my hips again, but he held me firmly in place as he kissed the mark he had left behind. His unshaved cheek brushed against my mound, sending a shiver through my body.
“God.” I turned my head to the side, my eyes closed tightly.
“Ella.” His voice was rough and low like when he sang, and I could have melted into a puddle from that alone. I looked down at him, and his blue eyes searched my face before he slowly lowered his mouth to me. His eyes never left mine as he pressed his tongue against my slit and slowly dragged it upward and over my clit. The stubble of his jaw against my bare flesh was overwhelming.