Healing chains

Her healer: part 5 (I am yours)

Hellooooooo, I was kinda busy yesterday with my ten thousand assigments given by me 5 teachers, Sorry for not updating yesterday, this is the first time I am writing smut so feel free to give me points for improvements and any more specific spicy scene you need.

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(In short yaroslavs fingers her and at the end thea says i am yours, and then they sleep then yaroslav waked because Dimitri called him and informed him that Theas parents are still missing and that Kyle has still not seen by anyone, Thea then wakes up and looks at yaroslav who then after small talk asks her out on a date)

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THEA SMITH

A slow, wicked smile crept across his lips, his face screaming danger, every instinct in me telling me to run. But he pulled me even closer, his body pressed so tightly against mine it was almost unbearable. "Do you want to find out, love?

He held my gaze as his hands slid slowly down my arms, his fingers intertwining with mine. I could feel the strength of his grip, firm but careful, as he whispered, "Tell me to stop if you want to." His voice was a low, soothing rumble that grounded me, his thumb brushing softly over my knuckles. There was a mix of gentleness and dark promise in his eyes, a silent vow that he would wait for me to cross the line, but only when I was ready.

The world around us was drowned out by the pounding of my heartbeat, our breaths mingling as he held me close. I felt the familiar, thrilling ache between us, his body pressed firmly against mine. His hand came up to cup my cheek, the warmth of his touch soft and comforting, and he leaned in, giving me one last chance to pull away. But I didn't. I wanted this. I wanted him.

As I nodded, a barely audible "yes" slipping from my lips. The air was thick with tension, a charged silence settling over us. His dark eyes held mine, his grip firm yet commanding, pulling me so close that our breaths mingled in the scant space between us. Every glance, every touch felt like a promise that he would consume me whole, and a thrill I couldn't control coursed through my veins.

His hands slid possessively down my waist as he turned me around facing him, fingers trailing a path that ignited my skin, sending shivers spiraling through me. I couldn't look away, couldn't resist as he lowered his mouth to my neck, his lips hot and hungry. Every kiss, every graze of his teeth on my skin made me tremble. His hands moved under my shirt, rough palms pressing into the bare flesh of my back, his fingers splaying as if to pull me even closer, claiming me. His mouth captured mine in a searing kiss, his tongue sweeping over mine, leaving me breathless and completely at his mercy.

His hands drifted higher, tracing the curve of my body, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he reached my bra. His fingers toyed with the clasp, his other hand lifting my chin to force my gaze to meet his.

"Do you feel that?" His voice was a murmur, husky and full of dark promise as his hands cupped my clothes breast. The desire in his eyes, the intense possessiveness, made my heart race.

I nodded, my breath coming in short, needy gasps. His mouth lowered to my collarbone, kissing and biting, marking me with each possessive touch, and I arched into him, unable to hold back the moan that escaped my lips. His hands traveled to my waist, pulling me closer, my legs wrapped around him, feeling the hardness of him pressing against me, sending another wave of heat straight to my core.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice thick with desire as he pushed me down on the floor, pinning me there with his body. His hands gripped my thighs, keeping me exactly where he wanted, and his mouth claimed mine again, leaving no room for protest, no escape from the possessiveness radiating from him. His tongue delved deeper, his teeth grazing my lip, and I felt him smile against my mouth, pleased with the effect he had on me.