Warning?
I think this chapter maybe be R-18... ?
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I woke up in soft velvet sheets feeling a strange warmth.
The last thing I remember is a Samael's wolf eyes staring at me and my trembling shallow breath. Although I couldn't remember what happened next that night, because the rest of the events were covered with a dense fog, I knew that something important had happened there. But what could it be?
I've been puzzled over this ever since my consciousness began to come back. Unfortunately, for the moment, I only discovered a mysterious sore throat. It was all strange. Very strange...
Sighing lightly, I slowly began to open my eyes. The first thing I saw was a dark gray wall. Sleepy, I frowned slightly. I don't have such a wall in my bedroom or anywhere in my apartment...
I tried to get up, but an unknown weight lying on my waist prevented it. Not quite conscious yet instead of checking what this strange weight was, I tried to get up again. Unfortunately, my efforts have not brought any positive results.
An unknown weight turned out to be the hand that jerked me and rolled me onto my back. A hand belonging to Samael, who was now sitting on my hips, staring intently at me. Shocked by this turn of events, I opened my mouth slightly and frowned.
... Okay, that's a dream, right? I just dream about it. There is no other option...
Eh, who am I trying to cheat? There is just something happening again which I don't understand, but this time it doesn't make me blissfully curious but rather terrified.
Not knowing what to do or say in this situation, I started to wander my eyes around Samael. I was surprised to discover that he was naked, or at least the part of him I saw, and I couldn't really see much, only his upper body.
At the sight of his chest and beautifully defined muscles wrapped in even more beautiful skin, my consumer habits were triggered. I really wanted to bite his shoulder, licking his collarbone, and a few other things. It was unexpected for me, but suddenly I started feeling everything very intensely. Could these be the remnants of my restlessly bygone fullness that I didn't fully remember? Usually, I suppressed everything in myself automatically, often without noticing some feelings, and now I feel everything... It's disturbing and I hope it's only temporary.
For a moment I tried to think about it soberly, but it was hard for me to focus on such insignificant aspects of my strange mind now, especially since the more I looked at Samael, the more thoughts flew out of my head and replaced them with pure and very unwanted desire.
With the tip of my tongue, I licked suddenly slightly dry lips and then bit my lower lip with my teeth. It wasn't a controlled or deliberate gesture, It's just that the views in front of me were very distracting and captivating...
Mmmm... Delicious...
Oh, I guess I lost the thread. What was I thinking about? Well, rather about nothing important since it slipped my mind.
- Don't do that. - Samael's slightly hoarse, sexy, and snarling voice snapped my mind out of the blackout.
Unconscious and reluctantly, I looked away from his body and slowly shifted my eyes to his face, staring into his eyes while tilting my head slightly to the side. Don't do that? What should I not do? Uh, I don't understand him. What's wrong with him again? Why does he have to interrupt me these pleasant moments of dullness and delight before I have to come back to reality, back to snarl and bite, lest he gets too close to me? Eh, it's not nice to prevent someone from staring! Bad, bad wolf!
I released my lower lip from between my teeth and licked my lips again, then parted it with the intention of speaking and say something that fell out of my head after a while, because Samael snarled and dug into my lips, kissing them madly. Giving me no time for anything, let alone for no logical thoughts.
He kissed me with passion, ferocity, and possessiveness. With a palpable barely held back desire.
I melted beneath him, with a desire and passion I had never felt before. After a brief moment that seemed to me be a fraction of a second, I began responding passionately to his kisses. My brain must have gone on some vacation at night... Bad brain.
My and Samael's kiss grew more intense. Samael tightened his hands on my hips, drawing me towards him, and I, not remaining indebted to him, threw one arm around his neck, plunging it into his wonderful hair, and the other my hand I threw on his back, digging my nails into his skin with delight.
More, I want more.
Samael's taste was like a drug, destructive and addictive. Almost like coffee.
I began to slowly rub against Samael as much as possible in my position. I think he liked it because he started to deepen the kiss even more and made soft guttural sounds, something between a snarl and a purr simultaneously tearing one hand away from my hip and moving it upwards caressing my body.
He gently rubbed my left nipple with his fingers, squeezing it and pinching it at the end. His actions and the feelings he aroused in me, made me half sigh, and half gently groaned into his mouth.
After a moment, I was disappointed to notice that Samael's hand had stopped caressing my nipple and moved upward. He wrapped his hand around my neck, gently but possessively and with noticeable force, then broke the kiss.
Breathing hard, I opened my eyes, which I closed at the intensity of the kiss.
With a hazy gaze, I stared into the sparkling eyes of Samael, who after a moment of staring at me with a predatory smile, brought his face closer to mine, but didn't kiss me. Instead, his mouth was right against my ear, which he licked to then lightly bite. I was shocked, not only by what he had just done but also by the strange shivers that passed through my body and that was in my response to his act.
With wide eyes, I stared at his shoulder that was in front of my eyes and inhaled his scent. Partly because I had no other choice and partly because he beautiful smelled.
- You're mine. - Samael whispered in my ear, then bit it lightly again, then pulled away a bit, and looked me straight in the eye. Our faces were millimeters apart.
- Mine, and only mine. Remember that.
He growled these words straight into my mouth, staring at me with ever-increasing intensity, then kissed me again. He was brutally chewing my lip taking full control of me, of the whole situation. Over everything. He was like a ruler, an invincible general who took back what was be his without leaving any prisoners.
His actions, which contained a certain sexy roughness on the verge of brutality, only increased my lust. My body arched slightly in pleasure. I didn't understand why I reacted this way, under normal circumstances it would not be so. Although I cannot say one hundred percent, I have always been fascinated by light BDSM, but does my fascination really have any real basis? Even if so, probably not on such a large scale as you can think of, rather on a smaller scale with just a few...
My thoughts were interrupted by a loud groan, my groan.
Ah, this sneaky wolf! He distracted me and seized the opportunities! I hadn't even realized when he caught my wrists in the steel grip of one hand and guided the other down my body, lightly squeezing my penis in it.
I think for the first time in my life I was so sexually excited. For the first time in my life, I was at all elated. I don't remember anything like that happened to me before... I always thought that I was unlikely to be vulnerable to intimate touch and that my body would never feel anything like that.
Samael slowly and rather gently moved his hand on my crotch, getting me another new sensation through which my brain was pouring through my ears.
I never thought I would experience such sexual torture. Samael was slowly and mercilessly caressed my penis with his hand at the same time tormenting my nipples with his lips, alternately right and left. Not giving of them a respite even for a moment. He bit and sucked, making my body it was burning by in an ever greater flame of desire and irrationality.
I moaned it quieter then louder, unable to find myself in these new overwhelming sensations.
I wanted so much to touch him, to dig my nails into his muscular back with delight. This desire only deepened, unable to find an outlet, plunging my mind into a fog of desire. My breath was choppy with delight. Every now and then I was biting my lower lip with my teeth, arching my body as if it would help me with anything. I shifted uneasily, not knowing if I wanted this overwhelming feeling over my whole body to end, or to become more intense, giving me more stimuli and pleasure.
I want more and harder... I want more of everything... Give me...
I had only these words on my mind, only these desires. Everything else seemed irrelevant to me at the moment.