"Paella, Possession, and the Secret Between Them"

Via woke to the scent of fresh paella spices wafting from the kitchen, her body still humming from yesterday's marathon. Sunlight sliced through the bedroom shutters, casting striped shadows across the sheets tangled around her legs. She stretched, feeling the faint soreness between her thighs—a reminder of Arkin's relentless filling, each load a step closer to the surprise she hadn't voiced yet. Her hand drifted to her stomach, pressing lightly, imagining the spark igniting there. No tests yet, but the possibility made her skin tingle.

Arkin appeared in the doorway, shirtless in just his loose linen pants, a wooden spoon in one hand and a steaming mug in the other. His eyes locked on her immediately, that intense gaze he'd had since their reconciliation, like he was afraid she'd vanish if he blinked. "Morning, babe," he said, crossing the room in three strides to perch on the bed's edge. He leaned in, kissing her forehead, then her lips, lingering until she parted for him. "Slept like shit without you pressed against me all night."

She smiled into the kiss, her fingers tracing the V of his hips where the pants rode low. "You were right here. Clingy much?" But she didn't pull away; instead, she shifted to make space, and he took it, sliding under the covers to spoon her from behind, his arm banding around her waist possessively. His erection nudged her ass through the thin fabric, already half-hard, and she felt his breath hot on her neck.

"Can't help it," he murmured, nuzzling her ear. "After yesterday? You're like a drug. Don't want to let you out of my sight." His free hand slipped under her tank top, cupping her breast, thumb brushing the nipple until it stiffened. Via arched back against him, the warmth of his body chasing away the morning chill. They stayed like that for minutes, his touches lazy but insistent, building a slow heat in her core. She could feel herself getting wet, the slickness starting to dampen her panties.

Eventually, hunger won out—his, at least. He tugged her up with him, keeping one arm around her shoulders as they padded to the kitchen. The table was set with mismatched plates, saffron rice steaming beside shrimp and chorizo. But Arkin didn't sit across from her; he pulled her chair flush against his, thigh pressed to thigh, his hand resting on her knee under the table. Every few bites, he'd lean over to kiss her temple or steal a forkful from her plate, his free hand never straying far from her skin.

"You're distracting," she teased, but her voice came out breathy, especially when his fingers inched higher, tracing the seam of her shorts. Memories flickered—of him showing up unannounced at her Barcelona door, that rainy kiss sealing their second chance—but she pushed them down, focusing on the now, on how his clinginess amplified everything.

After breakfast, they migrated to the sunroom office, where his script pages waited. Via had her own sketchpad out, doodling elevations for a client's seaside villa, but Arkin dragged his chair right next to hers, their elbows bumping. "Show me what you're working on," he said, peering over her shoulder, chin resting on it. His breath tickled her neck, and when she tilted her head to explain a curved wall, he turned it into a kiss, soft at first, then deeper, his tongue sliding against hers.

She set the pad aside, twisting to face him fully. "Arkin, we should—"

"Work later," he cut in, pulling her onto his lap like it was the most natural thing. Her legs straddled his, the thin barrier of her shorts doing nothing to hide how his dick was thickening beneath her. He gripped her hips, rocking her gently against the bulge, eyes dark with that possessive hunger. "Need you close. All day."

Via didn't argue. She ground down, feeling the friction spark through her clit, her hands fisting his hair. Their mouths met again, messy and urgent, teeth clashing as she tugged his pants open. His cock sprang free, heavy and veined, the head already leaking. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking from root to tip, thumb smearing the pre-cum. Arkin groaned, head falling back, but his hands stayed on her, shoving her tank top up to expose her breasts. He latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, the pull sending a jolt straight to her pussy.

"Fuck, babe," he muttered against her skin, switching to the other side, teeth grazing just enough to make her hiss. She freed herself from her shorts, kicking them aside, and positioned him at her entrance. No panties today—another deliberate choice, her body open for him, ready to take whatever he gave. She sank down slow, inch by inch, his thickness stretching her walls until she was seated fully, his balls tucked against her ass.

They rocked together, her hands braced on his shoulders, his gripping her ass to guide the rhythm. The office chair creaked under them, papers scattering to the floor unnoticed. Via clenched around him deliberately, feeling every ridge drag inside her, the slick sounds of her wetness filling the room. He thrust up to meet her, short and deep, his mouth finding her neck, sucking marks that would bloom later—his way of claiming, of keeping her marked as his.

She came first, the build sudden and sharp, her pussy spasming around his dick as she ground her clit against his base. A small squirt escaped, wetting his thighs, and he cursed, flipping her onto the desk without pulling out. Papers crinkled under her back as he pinned her there, legs hooked over his arms, pounding in with renewed force. "So fucking tight," he growled, sweat dripping from his brow onto her stomach. Via's nails raked his back, urging him deeper, her body craving the flood she knew was coming.

He didn't disappoint. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came, hot spurts coating her insides, pulsing against her cervix. She locked her ankles behind him, holding him in place, milking every drop with subtle squeezes. Cum leaked out around his base when he finally softened, but she reached down, fingers scooping it back, pushing it deep—a secret ritual, her mission unfolding one creampie at a time.

They didn't separate long. Arkin pulled her into the shower after, water cascading over them as he soaped her body, hands everywhere—between her legs, lingering to finger the mess he'd left, then up to massage her breasts. "Can't stop touching you," he admitted, voice rough, as he dropped to his knees. His tongue followed, lapping at her folds, tasting their combined fluids. Via braced against the tile, thighs trembling as he sucked her clit, two fingers curling inside to stroke that spongy spot. She came on his mouth, gushing lightly, and he drank it down, standing to kiss her with her own taste on his lips.

The day blurred from there. Lunch was a picnic on the courtyard tiles, blankets spread under the olive tree, but Arkin fed her grapes by hand, his body half-draped over hers, kisses turning heated until she was naked beneath him again. He ate her out right there, the sun warming her skin as his tongue delved deep, fingers spreading her open. "Love how you taste," he said between licks, and she threaded her fingers through his wet hair, riding his face until she squirted across his chin, the grass tickling her back.

Afternoon brought a walk to the nearby market—his arm around her waist the whole time, pulling her into alcoves for quick kisses, whispering how he'd fuck her against the stone walls if they weren't in public. Back home, he shadowed her to the studio where she tinkered with guitar strings, composing for his film. He sat her on the stool, kneeling between her legs to finger her while she strummed, the vibrations from the instrument echoing the buzz in her clit. "Play for me," he demanded, and she did, faltering notes mixing with moans as his thumb circled her nub, two fingers pumping steady. Orgasm hit her mid-chord, pussy clenching around him, and he stood to replace his hand with his cock, bending her over the music stand.

He took her from behind, pants shoved to his ankles, her skirt hiked up. The angle let him grind deep, his balls slapping her clit with each thrust. Via pushed back, ass cheeks spreading to take him fully, the fullness making her drip down her thighs. "Harder," she gasped, and he obliged, one hand fisting her hair, the other rubbing her clit. She came with a shudder, walls fluttering, and he followed, groaning as he unloaded inside her, the warmth spreading like a promise.

Evening found them on the balcony, wine glasses forgotten as he pulled her onto the cushioned lounge chair. Naked under the twilight, his clinginess turned worshipful—he kissed every inch, starting at her toes, working up her calves, thighs, until he spread her legs wide. His mouth was relentless, tongue fucking her hole before flattening against her clit, sucking until she bucked. "Arkin, fuck," she panted, coming hard, her squirt arcing onto his chest.

He flipped her onto her stomach, ass up, and ate her from behind, tongue rimming her puckered hole while fingers plunged into her pussy. The dual sensation had her grinding back, begging for more. He lubed his fingers with her wetness, pressing one into her ass, slow and careful, scissoring gently as she moaned. "You like that, babe?" he asked, voice thick. She nodded, pushing onto him, the stretch burning sweet. He added a second finger, curling them while his thumb worked her clit, building her to another peak. She came shaking, pussy and ass clenching, and he mounted her then, sliding his dick into her soaked cunt, fingers still teasing her back entrance.

They fucked like that, his thrusts syncing with the finger play, until he was close. "Gonna fill you again," he warned, and she clenched, drawing him over the edge. He came deep, pulling out halfway through to watch his cum drip from her, then pushing back in to finish, the overflow leaking onto the cushions.

Night fell with them in the pool again, but this time Arkin couldn't keep his hands off even in the water. He backed her against the edge, lifting her legs around his waist, cock nudging her entrance. "One more," he murmured, sliding in easy, the buoyancy making every movement floaty and deep. Water sloshed around them as he thrust, her breasts bobbing at the surface, nipples hard from the cool air. She clung to his neck, kissing him sloppy, tasting chlorine and him.

He pinned her there, pace quickening, the water amplifying the wet slaps. Via's hand slipped between them, rubbing her clit, and she came with a gasp, pussy pulsing around him. Arkin followed, grinding deep, his release mixing with the pool as he held her tight, like he'd never let go.

Exhausted, they toweled off and collapsed into bed, his body curled around hers, hand splayed over her belly. "You're mine," he whispered, half-asleep, clingy even in dreams. Via smiled in the dark, feeling the warmth inside her, the secret growing. Who knew his possessiveness would make conceiving feel like the ultimate plot twist—one she'd reveal when the timing was ripe, turning their love story into a family sequel.