379- Let's go back
POV Seraphine Valerian:
“No.”
“Did they suck you? Did they come on you?”
“Yes...” I panted, angry, excited, frightened. “Just like you came on others! You marked others, but you didn't want to mark me!”
He stopped, furious, his chest pressing against my back, his cock weighing against my lower back. I tried to break free, but he didn't let me. He got even closer.
“Fuck the others! They never meant anything to me! You do!”
I froze, nervous about how that shook me, about the jealousy that still hammered away, untimely and crazy. I murmured: “They were never important either. Only you.”
He cursed, rubbing his mouth on my ear. His fingers returned to caress, going down from my anus to my cunt, burying themselves in the honey that soaked me inside. I moaned, hallucinating.
“Never again will any man touch you,” he vociferated. “Say you're mine.”
“If you say you're mine.” I managed to turn my face slightly and found his burning eyes, my heart beating against my ribs. “Only mine.”
“I am yours, fuck.” And he kissed me.
I drowned in emotions, to the point of crying from their intensity, all my senses interconnected, short-circuiting. He thrust his fingers with depravity, kissed me with passion. And I devoured his mouth, hungry, knowing I would die if he left me.
He nibbled my lips, my chin. Fucking me under the water, pressing his member into me. He pulled my earlobe between his teeth.
“Your skin, your cunt, your eyes, everything mine... I'll kill anyone who comes near.” Possessive, he pulled his fingers from inside me and circled them between my buttocks. “This is mine too.”
“Yes...”
“I'm going to fuck you on all fours, like a little bitch. My cock between your beautiful ass cheeks. I'm going to spank, bite, and kiss. Take it out of your ass and put it in your cunt, in your mouth, wherever I want.”
“Yes... Ah...”
I palpitated, hallucinated, when his middle finger forced the virgin orifice. I decayed into the sin of his dirty words, lost while he held me by the back of my neck and positioned his cock between the folds of my vagina.
“But first, I'm going to prepare your little ass with my fingers. One, two, three... until you can take me.”
He penetrated my cunt all at once, and I screamed, scraping my nails on the rock, trembling from head to toe. His finger entering the other orifice, taking advantage of my contractions. I screamed again, all full, delirious.
Viktor fucked me hard, his growls echoing in the cave, the water swaying with each thrust, the heat creating steam against the coldness around us. It was animalistic and emotional, in a crazy mixture of sensations.
He pushed my wet hair away from my back and bit me right on the nape, his pointed teeth growing, without piercing the skin. But pressing enough to increase the voracity of desire, to show whom I belonged to.
I whined at each thick and deep thrust, the penetration from behind accompanying and widening, his growls driving me mad.
He pulled out his finger and forced two into the little hole.
“Relax your ass. I want to enter.”
“Ah...”
I trembled, legs weak, opening myself more. Waves swept over me, because it was too much at once: the pressure on my anus, the huge cock spreading me wide, the bites and grunts, his skin, his smell. A fierce male covering his female.
At that moment, I was not a woman and he a beast. We were two animals in heat, coupled and connected, needing everything and more.
He licked my nape, went down. Nibbled my shoulder. His fangs even larger, his fingers now rotating as his member went in and out, waves forming between us. It burned and was delicious.
My cunt seemed about to explode, and I begged: “Stick it all in... fuck me, bite me...”
Viktor went crazy, mounting me. I had promised not to ask again, but the lust turned into desperation, necessity. It came from the core, from the deepest part of my being.
“Please... I want to be yours forever. Bite me... mark me... do whatever you want with me...”
“Fuck.”
I forced my shoulder against his mouth, but he pushed me farther down by my neck, pulling away a little. I lost my mind, my insides stabbing, that longing making me roll my hips and suck him inside, crazed.
“Come on... mark me...”
His hand released my neck and grabbed my mouth. He silenced me against his squeezed palm, moaning and fucking nonstop, both of us in a dizzying frenzy.
I couldn't scream against his palm when the orgasm pierced me. Muffled sounds escaped, and I undulated with each thrust, squeezing him, making him even harder and more brutal, devouring me completely. He growled in my ear, filling me with his hot sperm.
I tried to brace myself on the rock and slipped, limp, weak. He held me in his arms, taking his hand from my mouth, allowing me to pant. Still over me, also shaken.
Finally, he pulled his hand away, pulled out of me, and turned me around, his eyes searching for mine. Part of the initial anger had subsided, but he seemed tense.
“Next time, I'll gag you. Don't repeat that.”
“But I want you to mark me.”
“Shit...”
“Viktor.”
“Let's go back.”
He picked me up easily, and we crossed the water curtain. Then he swam to the shore, furious.
I didn't say anything more.
She might think I was crazy, but I felt deep down that it was right. I was in love with him. So much so that it even hurt.
I really wanted to be his fated mate.