INSATIABLE CRAVINGS
Insatiable Cravings – Episode 30
Subtitle; {Loving You Is A Loosing Game}
TAGS: Age-gap, Mafia, Forbidden Love, Drama, Tragedy and Betrayal.
Settings: United Kingdom, Russia and others.
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~ Genevieve ~
His calloused yet surprisingly soft hand was sliding up my bare belly at the same time my own hand rested on his stomach, our lips locked in a fierce battle.
The kiss grew more passionately heated with every passing second, and I needed to confirm something before we went any further than a kiss.
My palms pressed against his chest, which rose and fell at a rapid pace as I pulled away, gazing into his heated eyes. “Wait.”
It had always been fairly obvious that we wanted each other, and now that we had acted on it, there would be no turning back. This was what I needed confirmation of.
I knew Dominic Morozov by now. He might be rough and intimidating, but there was one thing he feared, and that was letting go. Now that I had successfully managed to have him let go, I wanted to keep it that way.
“If we do this, there’s no going back, Dominic.” He knew precisely what I was referring to. “There won’t be any ‘it was a mistake’ or ‘let’s pretend it never happened’ talk; if that happens, I’ll eñd you.” He laughed, keeping our gazes locked. “I’m being serious.”
“So am I.”
I squinted at him skeptically, and he simply smiled. “You do know I have a knífe, right? And you sleep beside me; if you try any nonsense, I’ll finísh you off.”
If he thought I was lying or joking, he ought to reconsider because I was déad serious.
“I don’t think you can, Vixen.”
Ah, a bit boastful, I see.
I drawled out a hum. “Are you underestimating me?”
“Why, no. You’re overestimating yourself.”
I think not. I was perfectly capable of endíng his life as he was of endíng mine. We both had that power, and denying it was sheer folly.
Not that I was calling him a fóol.
“Why do you think so?”
“Because nobody has succeeded in endíng me.”
They obviously hadn’t tried hard enough, or perhaps they simply lacked the right method.
“Well, nobody has had you in this position I have you in right now.” I retorted with a slow smirk, my finger grazing across his chest, slowly and sensually. His eyes darkened, but I didn’t flinch. “Or am I wrong, Dominic Morozov?”
I loved his name and the way it rolled off my tongue. I didn’t think I’d said it enough, or at all, but this one should count.
He didn’t reply, but his silence spoke volumes. So, I continued instead. “I’ll take that as a no. So from now on, you are mine. You don’t flirt with any other girl or let them flirt with you, and you especially don’t smile at them. If you do, whatever this is between us is over and I’ll never speak to you again.”
“That sounds like a thréat.” His voice was low and almost taunting. “Are you perhaps threateñing me?”
“Take it as you will. I’ve said what I needed to say, and I want you to promise me that.”
“That what?” Dominic asked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “That I am yours?”
“Yes.”
“If I am yours, then whose are you?”
Me, myself, and I only.
But I didn’t say that; instead, I asked, “Do you want me to be yours?”
“It only makes sense, doesn’t it?”
It did, I supposed.
I shrugged nonchalantly, my gaze intently focused on his lips. “Then say it.” He feigned confusion, so I added, “Say you’re mine, Dominic.”
His laugh suggested he wouldn’t say it—or anything like it at all. I thought he would refuse and put an end to this, but his next words took me by surprise. “I am yours, Genevieve.”
There was something undeniably dàrk underlying those words, but I chose to ignore it and pressed our lips back together.
The heat of the kiss returned, along with the passion. I ground myself against his rising búlge, and he let out a grunt into my mouth. He stood up, and I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist as he led us somewhere.
He didn’t walk for long before the sound of a door opening indicated it was either my room or his. The door shut, and my back gently slammed against the wall as the battle of lips, tongue, and teeth continued, punctuated by sounds of pleasure.
I let my legs slide down his waist as I feasted on his neck, leaving traces of bite marks as I pushed him onto the bed. He fell onto his backside, and I straddled him once more.
Whimpers escaped my lips while grunts emitted from him, filling the room. Ecstasy coursed through my veins in the most inhumane way possible, leaving me craving more and more; he seemed to be suffering from it too.
As Dominic sat on the bed, I sank to my knees in front of him, positioning myself between his legs. His breath was uneven, his eyes heavily burdened with lúst, glaring at me.
He wasn’t hiding it anymore. His eyes weren’t the only thing betraying his desire; his body was too.
I walked closer between his thighs, looking up at the heavenly yet devilishly handsome man at my mercy, his mouth hanging open breathlessly while his hands gripped the duvet rather tightly.
I found it rather perfect that the first person I went down on was Dominic Morozov. He was the only male worthy of having me on my knees.
I hadn’t planned on just giving in straight away. I wanted to tease him, and he saw it in my eyes because he shook his head, pleadingly.
“N–no, no t–teasing,” he breathed out before straining to add, “Please.”
The smirk remained on my face, relishing the brief duration of being dominant with him.
Those golden amber orbs gazed at me, intertwined with lúst and anticipation. His chocolate-brown hair fell perfectly on his head, ruffled just how I liked it.
Slowly, I toyed with the drawstring of his sweatpants, purposely driving him to the brink of breathlessness. I tugged at the p@nts, and he gently lifted his hips for me to drag them down. I did the same with his boxers before his c∆ck sprang free, long and thick and €rect, all ready for me.
Letting my tongue tease his pink tip, I licked off the pre-c+m, m0àning softly.
Dominic’s breaths hitched, his hips bucking further into my mouth. Seeing him so needy, I decided to multiply my teasing.
As I gently grasped his c∆ck in my hand, I repeated the initial action while stroking his €rect búlge in my mouth. My mouth circled around him, sucking and licking, sending myself into a frenzy of s+xual euphoria.
“Genevieve,” Dominic m0añed throatily, breathing unsteadily.
His strong, firm hand slipped into my hair, thrusting his c∆ck into my mouth while he was utterly lost for breath. My gaze lingered back to his as I sucked and pumped him with my wet mouth.
Gasps. M0ans. Gasps. M0àns followed each other, feeding my ego more than I needed.
The dominant male was at my mercy, m0aniñg my name. What could be more exhilarating?
Suddenly, I was yanked up and thrown onto the soft, plush king-sized bed. The hungry man attacked one of my nípples, trailing hot, wet kisses down my aching body.
For someone who didn’t typically use his lips for such pursuits, he was remarkably skilled.
Dominic feasted on me, his tongue working expertly on my throbbing, wet pússy like a starving beàst without warning. Subconsciously, I arched my back, giving him more access. He flicked his skilled tongue in and out of me, biting my delicate, sensitive clí+, driving me to immeasurable pleasure.
There was no time for taking things slow. Slow wasn’t what we needed right now. The pleasure we were experiencing was unexplainable yet undeniable.
My throat and voice were tired from moaníng; I merely parted my lips, gasping for air to fill my hungry lungs. If Dominic intended to tortúre me with pleasure, then I was all in for it.
As I slipped my fingers through his soft hair, I felt my body arching and throbbing from immense ecstasy while I shamelessly reveled in being devoured by him.
Once his mouth left my p+ssy, he came up, kissing my lips. I could taste myself on him as he kissed me hungrily, his fingers never leaving my clí+.
His amber eyes blazed with hunger as he brushed the hair from my face, hovering over my body. “You’ve been a very, very n+ughty girl,” his voice low and husky.
I bit my bottom lip s+dúctively; his gaze dropped to my lips, and I smirked. “Teach me to be a good girl, then.”
He ran his tongue over my lips sensually. “Vixen.”
Our gazes locked in an intense and heated stare as he teased my entrance with the tip of his leñgth. I whimpered, squirming beneath his large frame, impatiently awaiting the moment he chose to stop tormeñting me. One second later, he thrúst deep inside me, grunting throatily.
He filled me completely, my walls clenching around him, earning another growly grunt. Dominic pushed himself in and out of me, fast and hard, sweat glistening on his abdomen. My nails dug harshly into his back as m0ans escaped my lips, our sounds drowning the room in a symphony of pleasure and exertion.
“Blimey.” I gasped as his length struck my G-spot. “Faster, Dominic.” He obeyed, increasing his pace, hardér and faster. I could feel my body weakening, my release drawing near. “I’m c+mmiñg… oh my God.”
Dominic slowed his movements, going gentle and slow, and I winced, arching my hips. “Who do you belong to?”
“You.” I replied without hesitation, longing for my release more than ever. “I’m yours.”
If that’s what he wanted to hear for us to continue like this, then I would say it a million times over.
“Yeah, that’s right.” Raising my legs over his shoulders, he returned to his rhythm, grunting and growling like a beàst.
My vision darkened, little stars scattering in my eyes as I came over his c∆ck.
“Open your eyes.” He commanded dominantly, his grip on my waist tightening as my walls clenched around him. “Eyes on me.”
I was exhausted and breathless, but Dominic still hadn’t reached his release; I needed to give him what he desired. Fluttering my eyes open, I flipped us over, straddling him, his length still buried within me.
His gaze was clouded with lúst, hunger, and want. I began to move slowly on him, his hands on my waist, guiding me to go faster, hàrder, and quicker. I pounded myself against him, my backsíde slapping against his thighs, eliciting a deep moàn from him.
“Blimey, you’re incredible.” Dominic praised, one hand tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “You ríde me so well.”
I tilted my head down, kissing him. “Am I still a bàd girl?”
“Uh-huh.” He replied, gently biting my bottom lip. “You’re my good bàd girl.” Rocking my hips faster, I drove him to his release. “Genevieve…”
I hummed, biting his earlobe. It was quite fascinating that he had denied the attraction between us, the undeniable tension unraveling like this.
“Blimey… I’m c+mmiñg.” It didn’t take more than five seconds before he spilled himself inside me, his mouth hanging open and his eyes closed, but his hands never leaving my waist.
TBC
