Chapter 91: Only Mine
- DEX -
"I can’t," I groan, finally coming to my senses from the heated trance that somehow overtook me with Raya’s desire to be bitten. "This is real. You don’t need me to bite you to know it," I chuckle.
Those beautiful eyes stare up at me, her fingers gliding across my skin, and a pout forming on her lips. When I lower myself back over her, resting on my arms, kissing her neck again and savoring every delicious part of her from the ecstatic slide that unites us to the salt of her skin, she whimpers.
"Please." It’s a whisper—just a breath barely uttered at all.
Why do I want to bite her? And why is she insisting? It’s the exact opposite of what I want in reality, which is to not hurt her.
"I’m not going to hurt you," I breathe against her skin but then take that part of her into my mouth and nibble—teasing that I will.
She arches and angles herself to somehow take me deeper with each slow, patient thrust, because I’m not going to do this fast. I’m not going to just get it over with. I’m not going to lose myself and inadvertently harm her when she’s fragile right now. But god, this is better than anything I can imagine... better even than the dreams of her.
Mine.
The word growls again in my mind as a reminder, and I growl softly back, gazing down into Raya’s eyes and admiring the way she is flushed with passion and desire, and reveling in the fact that all of that is only for me. Right now she truly is mine.
"I’ve never felt this way. It’s never been like this," I whisper and kiss her forehead and her cheeks, nudging her head to the side with the insistent attention of my mouth that descends to her neck again. I keep returning there. It is so vulnerable, and yet she trusts me with it. She is trusting me with all of her.
Her fingers thread through my hair, holding me against the beautiful soft curve of her neck while her other hand grabs my ass and urges me to keep returning to her—faster, harder, dipping into the heat of this seductive flower she has bloomed into around me. That’s exactly what it’s like—this sacred central part that I’m allowed access to, that I fit into perfectly, that folds so deliciously around me and clenches tightly, desiring to be given more. She’s like the most beautiful, delicious, enticing flower.
I pull out of her entirely, and Raya gasps when I’m gone.
"You got to taste me," I explain, that same soft growl rising from my chest as I descend, kissing down her neck, taking her breasts into my mouth again and teasing the points with my tongue, making her writhe beneath me and eliciting the sweetest whimpers from her lips. I want to devour those sounds, too, but right now I have another destination in mind.
My mouth and hands trace paths down her body, working together to memorize every delicious curve—every trembling, beautiful inch. It’s true, I want to bite her. I want to bite her here beneath her breast and here at her waist and especially here where she trembles and whimpers when my teeth and tongue take in the soft inner part of her thigh. She tastes like no one else. She smells like no one else.
With a lingering gaze to make sure she approves, I finally descend on the target of this wandering—the beautiful, erotic spot where I will be the only one allowed entry again. I’m going to make sure of it. This part of her is mine. No one else is allowed.
My tongue lays claim to the dip and folds of Raya’s sacred sex—her blooming, divine flower—and she shudders around me.
"Dex..." she whimpers, reaching for me, but I’m going to stay right here—convince this part of her to never accept anyone else.
"Oh my god," she whispers—panting for breath as she opens herself further, offering to be taken and trembling as I hungrily accept. My hands find her breast, her thigh— gently kneading as my mouth focuses on tipping her over the edge of every sensation she has ever had before.
She whimpers and cries—trembling all over—and I look up to see the look of complete rapture on her face. That’s when I decide to return—to claim her mouth, to slide back into her and make her gasp. And that’s when she apparently decides to leave her mark on me since I refused to do it to her. Raya’s sweet mouth latches onto my chest and her teeth make purchase, eliciting a hiss and growl from me as I thrust harder into this union with her, chasing the pleasure behind the pain.
"Yes," she whimpers, releasing me from her mouth, eyebrows angled over those jewel blue eyes that are pleading with me. "Dex, yes. Yes yes yes yes..." she wets her lips and tucks them into her mouth, and I follow... dropping over her onto my arms and tugging her lips free, sliding into her mouth and devouring her noises, taking them into myself to keep and treasure and never let go.
Raya’s delicious noises escalate, and I’m offering her my own groans and growls and rumbles in return that she hungrily accepts until I have to break the kiss because of the knot of intense pleasure that builds and builds and then explodes at the base of my spine, sending out tremors of ecstasy that rush through my entire being—defying physics or gravity or anything purely physical. Because the spiritual dimension is shimmering brilliantly around us. It’s never felt so real before now.
We both stay trembling and panting in each other’s arms for several moments, recovering our senses, shivering in the slow and beautiful descent from the height of that climb.
"Are you okay?" I finally ask, kissing her eyelids and her cheeks and her lips and forehead. Raya nods, still panting softly, until the continuation of my small kisses make her giggle.
"Yes," she sighs. "Yes, I am so much better than okay. Are you okay?"
"I’m okay," I grin and then continue kissing her face—trying to make sure I get every little bit before I return again to her mouth.
"Wait," she says, pulling out of the kiss. "You’re not supposed to ask if I’m okay. It’s a rule."
"No more rules," I smile, smoothing the hair away from her forehead and gazing back and forth between her eyes. "Deal?"
"No more rules at all?" She asks.
"Well, maybe one."
"What?"
"Agree to only be mine." I smile and kiss her again, and she hums appreciatively. "No one else’s."
"I like that rule," she whispers, biting her lip against a smile. "Does that go both ways?"
"Of course." My eyebrows pinch, and I pinch her nose gently before tracing the curves of her face. "There is no one else like you."
"And there is definitely no one else like you," she whispers back. "This is so much better than the dreams, and the dreams were amazing," she adds, giggling softly.
"I’ve only shared a few dreams with you, but I agree. And look," I glance down at my chest where there remains the sting of her mark. The skin is red, but in the center there is a very clear bite mark. It didn’t break the skin, but its indentations are there—sure to bruise, sure to remind me of this encounter as if I could ever forget. "There is our proof that it’s real," I chuckle.
"I’m so sorry!" Her hands fly up in embarrassment to cover her face.
"I don’t believe for one second that you’re sorry about this," I say teasingly while one of my hands glides over her arm and down her side, making her shiver.
"I am," she insists, "I swear. I don’t know what came over me. You should have done it to me instead."
"What’s weird is I kind of wanted to," I admit, raking a hand over my face.
"The offer still stands," she giggles. "Where would you put it?"
"God, everywhere." I kiss her neck again and tug gently with my teeth. "Here," I mumble against her skin. "And here," I say, descending to her collar bone. Then I lift her breast and kiss it, glancing up at her when I do. "And here." Her smile turns into a pinched look of pleasure.
My hand curls around her thigh and lifts her leg against my side. "Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?" I ask softly.
Raya nods. "I don’t think you could if you tried, Dex. You’re worried about nothing."
"I’m not worried about nothing. I’m worried about you."
"Well stop," she says thoughtfully, caressing my face, her fingers trailing down over my shoulders and arms. "I’m okay. I’m so much better than okay."
Her face breaks into a huge grin and then she pulls me down to kiss my forehead and then my nose and then my lips—soft and gentle and caring with the lightest, featherweight touch—and for some reason, this causes a surge of tears to well in my eyes. I have to pinch my eyes closed with my fingers to keep the surprise tears from falling.
"It’s okay," she says, tugging on my hand. "Dex, look at me."
I groan and try to make sure the emotion is under control before I allow myself to look at her again. But it’s like the overwhelming beauty of everything we just did and of her here below me, soft and vulnerable and perfect and caring, is fully hitting me and the tears come anyway.
"It’s okay," she says again, reassuring me with that voice I recognized from the moment I met her and the touch that reaches all the way to my heart. "It’s okay to cry. I cry all the time."
I can’t answer, so I just gaze at her and the wonder that has unexpectedly come into my life that I can’t understand at all. But it’s certainly worth tears. It’s worth everything I have and more.
