Chapter 164
Zander
Fuck me.
I can't get enough of him. Every nerve in my body aches for more than touch — I want to be inside him, not just physically, but entirely.
I want to enter his skin, his soul. I want him to feel me the way I feel him — every inch, every heartbeat, every desperate thought.
It's never enough. Not ever.
I squeeze our fingers tighter, my grip almost painful, but Ivan doesn't flinch.
I want more. More of him, more of us, more of everything.
Unable to help it now, I can't drag this on anymore. I move faster, my hips thrusting with a desperate urgency, chasing that high, that peak of pleasure that will leave us both breathless and sated.
Ivan moans into the beddings, the sound muffled but no less intense. It's a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, and it spurs me on, pushing me to the edge of control.
"Last chance," I murmur, voice low and thick with need, brushing against his ear.
***
Ivan
As if I would change my mind right now.
Every movement drags my cock against the beddings, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through me.
My senses blur — the world shrinks to Zander's warmth surrounding me, the pressure of our interlaced fingers, the soft brush of his lips against my neck.
My mind empties except for him, him, him.
"Yes… please," I gasp, voice trembling with the ache of wanting him, needing him, craving him in ways that words will never reach.
Zander's thrusts become faster, more desperate, his body moving against mine with a frenzied intensity.
I can feel him everywhere, his hands, his mouth, his cock, each touch, each thrust a claim, a promise, a vow. He's marking me, branding me, making me his in a way that transcends the physical.
His teeth graze my shoulder, a warning, a promise. I know what's coming, what he needs, and I'm ready.
I want it. I'm stunned by how much I mean that.
Zander's voice cuts through the haze. "Mine," he murmurs, low and possessive. It's not just words. It's a promise, a seal, a claim that goes beyond flesh.
He leans close, lips brushing the sensitive skin at the nape of my neck, and I shiver. His teeth sink into my neck, the bite sharp and sudden, a claim, a mark, a promise.
I cry out, the pain and pleasure mingling, sending me spiraling into oblivion, my body trembling under the intensity, my mind flooding with the truth of it. This is not just desire. This is devotion.
Zander's cock pulses inside me, his release triggering my own, my body convulsing with the force of it.
The sensation is overwhelming, a wave of pleasure that crashes over me, leaving me breathless and trembling. And then, unexpectedly, he starts to grow bigger at the base, his knot swelling and filling me completely.
My eyes roll back, the intensity of the feeling almost too much to bear. I try to move, to escape, but Zander pins me down, his strong hands holding me in place.
"Take it." He commands, his voice a low, guttural growl that sends shivers down my spine.
And I do, I take his knot, feeling it stretch me, fill me, claim me in a way that is both painful and pleasurable.
It's so big, too much, and I'm not in my heat, so this unexpected knotting is a surprise that leaves me reeling.
"I'm sorry," he says, his voice strained with effort as he grinds his hips, pushing deeper, ensuring I take every inch of him.
The sensation is overwhelming, a dance on the edge of pain and pleasure that leaves me gasping and trembling beneath him.
Eventually, he stops moving, his body still pressed tightly against mine, his knot holding us together.
I lie there, gasping for breath, my body aching and sated, my mind a whirl of sensations and emotions.
"Zander…" I manage to whisper, my voice trembling with the intensity of the moment.
"I… I didn't expect—" he breathes, his voice low and rough with emotion, his words a mirror of my own thoughts.
The unexpectedness of this, the knotting, the mark, it all catches us both off guard, a new layer of connection, of merging that we didn't anticipate.
"Neither did I," I whisper back, my fingers tightening around his, our hands still interlocked.
The intensity of the moment, the closeness, the way our bodies and souls seem to meld together, it's a feeling unlike anything I've ever known.
He kisses the bite mark softly, his lips gentle against my skin, and I shudder, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through me.
"You feel it too?" he murmurs, his voice trembling with emotion, his eyes searching mine, seeking confirmation, seeking understanding.
"Yes," I gasp, my voice barely a whisper, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of our release.
"It's… overwhelming." The word feels inadequate, a mere shadow of the emotions raging within me, the connection that binds us, the love that consumes us.
I can't find the words to articulate what's happened between us, what's changed. It's different now, a new depth, a new intensity, a new level of intimacy that we've never explored before.
The knot, the mark, the closeness — it all pulses through us like fire, binding our bodies and souls tighter than anything we've known before, forging a connection that is as profound as it is primal.
"I love you, Ivan." He whispers, his voice a low, husky murmur, a promise, a vow, a truth. "You're mine, forever."
I turn my head, meeting his gaze, seeing the love, the devotion, the promise in his eyes.
"And you're mine."I reply, my voice soft but steady, a mirror of his own words, a promise, a vow, a truth.
"Forever."
Zander, not wanting to crush me with his weight, moves us gently, until we're lying on our sides, our bodies still connected, his knot still holding us together.
We'll be like this for a while, until his knot deflates.
I'm in this hazy state, floating on a cloud of pleasure and contentment, my body sated, my soul fulfilled.
I'm seeing colors, feeling sensations, a kaleidoscope of emotions and feelings that leave me breathless and awestruck.
And in this moment, I realize that I don't know why I was so hesitant to get the mark before.
This, right here, this is what I was made for, what I was meant for, what I was always destined for.