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“Oh, fuck yes, you want to come again for your husband, don’t you?” He stares into my eyes with complete, open admiration.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please.”
His fingers squeeze my throat with just enough pressure that I orgasm again, a torrent of bliss sweeps through my body and drains the last bit of my strength. With a reverent curse, he follows me over the edge, into oblivion. Dimitri collapses on top of me, catching his weight on his forearms, and kisses me stupid.
He loves me.
My toes curl, my fingers dig into his thick hair, and I kiss him back, languidly. This is the best Christmas morning of my life.
After last night I feel like something has changed—like everything has altered. I want him with a desperation that wasn’t there before. I no longer want this to be temporary. I want him. Forever.
He’s so unlike the man I thought I’d marry one day, but he’s better. He makes me feel alive, seen, adored. He’s my dark knight, my guardian angel. I want him and I’m not ashamed to admit that now.
I want his passion, his vulnerability, and everything he’s willing to share with me. He’s an addiction I have no intention of kicking.
“Kisa, did I break you?” He gazes down at me, his brow pinched in concern.
A lazy smile spreads across my lips. “If you want to break me you’ll have to try harder than that.”
He chuckles. “Challenge accepted.” Dimitri slips his softening dick out of me and sits up. “Do you want breakfast first or gifts?”
“Breakfast. I’m starving.”
The smile he flashes is pure, wicked delight. “Then we should shower first.”
Nodding, I go to stand and my knees wobble. “Oh my god, you did break me.”
He sweeps me into his arms, carrying me bridal style into our bathroom. The caveman-like satisfaction radiating off of him amuses me to no end.
In the shower, I give him my first gift, on my knees, letting him fuck my face and come all over my tits. Afterwards, he punishes me with another orgasm for being a such a tease before I let him come. By the time we’re finished, dried off, and dressed, two hot plates of breakfast wait for us in the kitchen oven.
“I thought you promised to give Nina and Kir the day off. It’s Christmas.”
He sets the food on the breakfast nook table. “I did. Nina prepared this last night and I snuck down here before waking you up and put them in the oven to warm.”
“Oh. Thank you.” Why do I always think the worst of him? Immediately, guilt slams into my chest.
He uncovers the trays piled high with waffles, three types of breakfast meats, and scrambled eggs. My stomach growls. We dig in, attempting to eat our body weight after this morning’s sexcapade.
Dimitri slides a small box my way. “Merry Christmas, malyshka.”
I lift off the top, unsure of what I expected but it’s not this. I purse my lips. “What is it?”
“It’s a butt plug.” His eyes flash with unbridled lust.
My cheeks heat. “Yeah, I don’t think so.”
“Trust me, kisa. You’re going to wear that around the house all day long while I play with you using that remote. Then when you’re dripping wet, out of your mind with need, I’m going to fuck your sweet pussy and give you the best orgasm of your life. I promise.”
I lick my lips, reconsidering. His promise sounds pretty enticing.
“Okay, maybe.” I acquiesce.
“We both know that’s a yes.” He smirks.
I roll my eyes. He’s probably right.
“But that’s not your real Christmas gift. This is.” He produces a long, narrow box from beneath the table. It’s black with a gold design across the top.
