Page 23 of Blood Code

I slapped his hand away from my throat and sat up, forcing him back onto his heels. With our gazes nearly level, I said, “Fine. If that’s what it means, then it also means that you are fucking mine. You will never touch another girl again.”

“Fine.”

“I mean—” My eyebrows drew together, and I cut myself off. What? Fine? That was far too easy. “You’re not going to argue with me? And tell me you can touch whoever you want?”

“Why would I do that, Xeniya?” His voice was low, like smoky velvet. “I don’t want anyone else but you.”

The words struck me in the chest as if he’d hit me. I don’t want anyone else. He couldn't mean that. And if he did, he'd get sick of me quickly. He was such a whore. He couldn't be happy with one girl.

And I was a virgin.

Wait, did him licking my pussy make me not a virgin now? See, I didn’t even know the answer to that, and what if my pussy wasn’t enough for him? And worse, what if I sucked?

I said the last bit out loud and immediately regretted it.

Severin’s gaze sharpened, and he leaned closer. “Oh, you will be sucking, Xeniya.”

I hit his chest. “Take this seriously. What if I’m terrible at sex? You have so much practice, and I’m stiff, scared, and pathetic. You’ll want to jump ship to someone else immediately. I froze the first time you kissed me.”

“That will never happen.” He lowered his voice, unusually serious, and caressed my bottom lip with his thumb. “Besides, you’re going to get a lot of practice with me.”

I swallowed. I was never going to be enough for him, and he just didn’t realize it yet.

Gently, he flicked my eyebrow. “Stop thinking. You think far too much.”

“I can’t help it.”

He chuckled. “I know.”

He leaned in and kissed me slowly, gently, then pulled away.

My gaze dropped from his face for the first time since he’d climbed on top of me. It was a big mistake. Because now I had an up-close view of his sculpted chest, abs, and whatever those divots were called on either side of his pelvis that pointed to his dick.

My cheeks heated.

“And you didn’t freeze the first time I kissed you,” Severin said playfully.

I squinted and chewed on my lip. “I don’t⁠—“

“If I recall correctly…” His hands came to my waist. “You called my kiss boring.”

“Oh,” I snorted, remembering that kiss from when I was eight. “It was very boring. Maybe Mikhail just did it bet⁠—”

“How dare you,” he said, moving one of his hands up my ribs, toying with me.

“The girl he was with back then seemed to enjoy what he did very much.”

Severin smiled, and his beautiful azure eyes twinkled. “Maybe I should make you eat those words.”

“Maybe you should,” I breathed, my heart pounding in my ears as I waited for him to move again.

And that was exactly what he did. He made me eat those words over and over and over again.

Just kissing and him going down on me twice.

But he never tried to take it further. Which killed me because the more he kissed me all over my body, the more I wanted him inside of me.

The more I needed him to fuck me.