Marked as mine

DAMIR

I almost choked on my own breath the moment he stepped into the room. The sheer net shirt clung to Eli's delicate frame, hinting at the soft, tempting curves I'd only ever allowed myself to dream about in the darkest corners of my mind. But this…this wasn't a dream. This was real.

The delicate ribbon lingerie wrapped around his hips left little to the imagination, and yet… I couldn't stop imagining. Imagining touching him, tasting him, claiming every inch of this breathtaking boy who stood now before me shy, nervous, but so heartbreakingly bold. His dark hair framed that flawless face, tousled like he'd just stepped out of a fevered dream. Mine.

He walked toward me…slow, sensual, like he didn't even realize the power he had. I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on my knees, completely frozen, drinking in every single detail.

His fingers played nervously with the ribbon at his hip, like he was trying to stall or give me time to breathe, but there was no air in my lungs. Only fire. And when those nervous, expressive eyes finally met mine, I was done for.

"You look like a gift, lyubov' moya," I murmured, my voice low and rough, the Russian endearment spilling from my lips like molten honey. "A precious present, wrapped up just for me. Tell me, what shall I do with such a tempting offering?"

His breath hitched, and I could feel his nerves clashing with the raw, unfiltered desire flickering in his eyes.

"I… I wanted to thank you, Damir," he whispered, so soft, so sincere it made my chest ache. He took a step closer, just a breath away now. "For always being there for me, supporting me. I thought… I thought I could show you how much it means to me."

And then he untied the ribbon.

The delicate silk slid from his hips like pearl water, pooling at his feet. He stood there…bare, blushing, and utterly exquisite save for the net shirt that only amplified every sinful line of his body.

"Is this… is this okay?"

I rose slowly, a growl lodged in my throat as my eyes drank him in. "Okay? Nyet, lyubov' moya. It's more than okay."

I stepped closer…circling him, unable to stop my fingers from grazing the fragile net covering his back. I traced his spine, each bump like a sacred ridge I longed to worship. He was trembling. I could feel it beneath my fingertips. And still, he let me touch him.

"You are exquisite," I said, voice husky. "A work of art, crafted just for my appreciation."

I came in behind him, placing one hand across his stomach, grounding him. My mouth found the soft warmth of his neck, my breath ghosting over his skin, and he shivered….arched into me with the sweetest sound.

"You smell divine," I growled, lips brushing his ear. "Like temptation incarnate. I want to unwrap you slowly, savor every inch of your delectable body. Will you let me, kotenok? Will you be a good boy for me?"

I slid my hand beneath the shirt, grazing those soft inner thighs, while the other tangled in his hair, guiding his head back, exposing more of that vulnerable neck. I could feel his heartbeat…rapid and desperate.

"Yes, Damir," he breathed, like it physically pained him to speak through the need coursing through his body. "I'll be so good for you…"

That was all I needed.

I pulled the shirt over his head slowly, savoring the view that was finally mine. He stood fully bared beneath the warm glow of the room, flushed, beautiful, trembling and mine.

"Shh… patience, lyubov' moya," I whispered as I explored every inch of his skin with my hands, tracing the lines I'd memorized from afar. "I will take such good care of you. Worship this beautiful body until you're trembling and begging for release."

I cupped his perfect ass in one hand, kneading the flesh, before gently guiding him to turn and face me. He obeyed without hesitation, lips parted, eyes wide. I brushed my thumb over his bottom lip.

"You are a vision, kotenok. A dream made flesh."

And I kissed him, devoured him. My tongue swept past his lips, tasting his sweetness, claiming him fully. I gripped his hips, pulling him into me until our bodies were flush, his heat branding me through the towel that strained against my erection.

I walked us backward until his legs met the bed, then eased him down, climbing over him. My cock pressed hard and thick against him, separated only by that damn towel. His thighs opened for me without a word.

"So responsive," I murmured against his skin, my tongue flicking over one peaked nipple. "So eager for my touch."

His hands tangled in my hair as he arched, keening under my attention.

"Ah! D-Damir, please," he gasped. "I just… I want to feel you, to be close to you in a way that's just ours. I don't want anything between us."

Fuck.

My cock twitched, straining under the towel, and when he reached down to touch me palming me through the fabric, whispering those filthy words,I nearly lost control.

"Want you to fuck me, Damir. Want you to use me for your pleasure. Please, I'm aching for it…"

I growled, low and dangerous, and discarded the towel in one swift motion. My erection sprang free, thick, glistening, ready.

"Such a good boy," I praised, reaching for the coconut oil on my night stand. I coated my fingers, sliding between his thighs, finding his tight, untouched entrance.

"Relax for me, lyubov' moya," I whispered, pressing one finger inside. The heat of him tight, clenching….made my breath catch. "Let me prepare this sweet ass to take my cock."

I added a second finger, then a third, carefully working him open. His stomach quivered beneath my palm. His breath came out in high-pitched whines.

"So beautiful ," I murmured. "I'm gonna stretch you wide and deep until you're sobbing with pleasure."

I reached for the condom, but Eli's hand shot out, trembling as he grabbed my wrist. "Please," he whispered, eyes glossy with tears he was trying so hard to hold back. "Don't use it this time." His voice cracked. "I want to feel you…all of you… like you're meant to be." I froze, heart pounding, torn between fear and the raw emotion in his voice. "Even after what happened?" I asked, my voice barely a breath. Eli nodded, desperate. "I don't care. I want you whole. I want to remember how it feels to be yours… completely." His words shattered every wall inside me, but anything for my baby.

Finally, I couldn't wait any longer. I pulled my fingers free and pressed the thick head of my cock to his entrance.

"Ready?" I asked, my voice trembling with restraint.

He nodded, eyes glazed with need.

I pushed in slowly, groaning at the incredible tightness that welcomed me. Inch by inch, I filled him until I was buried to the hilt. His walls fluttered around me, driving me mad.

"Fuck, you are divine ," I whispered against his lips, moving in shallow thrusts to ease him into the fullness. "So hot and tight, baby you were made just for my cock."

I set a pace deep, steady, controlled but when his cries grew louder, more desperate, I couldn't help myself. I hooked his legs over my shoulders, plunging into him harder, deeper, until the sounds of our bodies colliding echoed in the room.

"Just there….p…pl..please…Don't stop!" he screamed, nails dragging down my back, drawing blood.

I kissed him hard, owning every sound he made, every tear that slipped from the corner of his eyes from sheer pleasure. His untouched cock bounced between us, leaking, throbbing.

He came suddenly, gasping, trembling, untouched. Pearly ropes painted his stomach and chest. did he just squirt?, I thought to myself smiling.

He looked at me with wide, tear-filled eyes, mortified.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" he wailed, hands rushing to cover himself.

I caught his trembling hands in mine and pinned them gently to the mattress, my breath ragged as I looked down at him.

"Sorry?" I echoed, voice thick with affection and heat. "Don't ever apologize for giving me the most beautiful sight I've ever seen."

Eli blinked up at me, cheeks damp, chest still heaving as his soft body squirmed beneath mine. His lashes fluttered, lips trembling with unshed words. I leaned down and kissed away the tears at the corners of his eyes, then trailed my lips lower, tasting the salt of his sweat and the sweetness of his release.

"You came just from me fucking you, kotenok," I growled against his flushed skin. "That's not something to be sorry about. That's the hottest thing I've ever seen."

I drew back, just enough to resume my pace. His oversensitive body bucked beneath me, but I didn't let up. My thrusts were slower now, deeper, dragging out the tight slide of pleasure as I gripped his hips and pulled him flush against me.

"You're so perfect. So tight. So mine," I said through gritted teeth, feeling the heat coil deep in my spine.

Eli whimpered under me, his overstimulated body twitching with every thrust. His legs trembled on either side of me, and I wrapped an arm beneath his back, pulling him up slightly so I could bury my face in his neck. I kissed and bit and sucked until I was sure he'd be marked for days , a canvas of love bites and bruises I'd created, proof he was mine.

"I'm close," I whispered, voice hoarse with the strain of holding back. "Gonna fill you up, lyubov'. Gonna cum so deep inside you, you'll feel me for days."

Eli clung to me, shaking, eyes dazed and glossy with tears and pleasure. "Yes," he breathed. "Please, Damir… I want it. Want you to cum in me…"

His voice broke into a moan as I angled my hips just right ….slamming into that sweet spot over and over until he was a mess beneath me. The sounds he made went straight to my cock. I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Fuck," I growled, burying myself deep one last time as my orgasm ripped through me. I came with a low groan, hips jerking as hot ropes of cum spilled inside him, filling him completely. Eli gasped, fingers clawing at my shoulders as he felt the heat of it pulse deep in his belly.

We stayed like that for a moment.…. pressed together, panting, slick with sweat and cum and everything we felt for each other.

I brushed the damp hair from his face, eyes locked on his.

"You're mine now, Eli," I whispered, kissing him softly, reverently. "You've always been mine."

His answering smile was shy but radiant, and he nodded , just once before curling into me, boneless and satisfied, as I pulled the blanket over us and held him close....

I waited until I was sure Eli had fallen into a deep sleep, the soft rise and fall of his chest telling me he was finally at peace. His body was still warm beside me, and I could barely breathe from the weight of what had happened between us. As carefully as I could, I moved the sheets away, the sight of him still raw in my mind. I wasn't about to leave him like this—not when it was my responsibility to make sure he was clean, to make sure he was comfortable.

With the gentlest touch, I wiped him down, my hand steady as I cleaned every inch of him. I wasn't going to leave even the slightest trace. I had to remove every drop of what I'd left behind, making sure he felt nothing but the softness of the cloth against his skin. It felt almost like a ritual, like I was doing everything I could to make sure he didn't carry the weight of what we'd done on him at least not in a way that would hurt him.

His skin was warm under my fingertips, his breathing steady, and I couldn't stop myself from leaning over him for a moment, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "You're clean now baby ," I whispered to him, though I knew he couldn't hear me. "I love you ."

Slowly, carefully, I made sure he was clean, putting everything back in place before I let myself settle beside him again. But I didn't fall asleep. Not yet. My mind was too full of thoughts I wasn't ready to face.