The Claiming

Izabella woke up to that tilting sensation from her chest to the delicate part of her body.

She groaningly called him "Aleks."

"I'm glad you're back, baby."

Aleksander was unable to speak as he stared back at her. He looked at the evident desire written on her face as he started taking off his clothes mingled with hers on the floor.

Her face was on the flame when he caught her looking at his erect shaft.

"Are you sure that fits me?" She asked shyly.

"Anything is possible, babe," he replied. His finger traced the shape of her lips.

He was having these racing thoughts as they looked at each other in silent understanding.

"I love the way you look at me. How you whimpered and writhe helplessly touched the core of my need blended with yours. And I want to brand you as you belong to me after tonight..."

"Branding? How?"

"Sipping a droplet of blood from your neck to bond with me so whenever you are, I can find you easily..."

"Oh. That's great to know. And me?" She asked with those