After gripping my ass with his big hands, Dimitri buries his face between my legs and goes to town. He sucks my clit into his mouth, drags his tongue through the folds of my sex, and repeatedly pokes it inside of me.
He eats me for the next several minutes, his pace only slowing when the shudder wreaking havoc with my body requires him to resecure his grip on my backside.
“You better get a whole heap louder than that if you want to come, Roxie. I ain’t taking no prisoners today.”
He shoots his eyes to mine briefly before his head once again delves back between my legs. I call out, the sensation of him expertly eating me almost too much to bear. I was crazy to think things would ever be over between us. Our connection is too explosive to harness, too dynamic. If we tried to ignore something as destructive as the tension that forever bristles between us, it would be a catastrophe. I wouldn’t be its only victim. The entire race would become extinct.
“Yes, Roxanne,” Dimitri growls into my pussy when I’m blindsided by a ferocious orgasm.
His name falls from my lips over and over again as my tugs on his drenched hair turn violent. I’m screaming, shuddering, and on the verge of waking up the entire neighborhood with my begs for him not to stop.
With how crazy he makes me feel, I should be doing the exact opposite. I should beg for him to stop before getting on my knees and returning the favor, but for the life of me, I can’t. The controls of my body are no longer mine to command. They’ve been relinquished, handed over. They’re at the complete control of Dimitri, who takes what he wants, offers nothing in return, but continues to defy the dark, dangerous man he was raised to be.
He ravishes me until my orgasm stretches from one to two. It is a beautifully brutal few minutes, enhanced by the connection of our eyes when he makes his way from my throbbing, drenched sex to my face.
He licks my peaked nipples during his trek, but the hankering in my eyes exposes how badly I need his lips on mine. I want to kiss him. Possess him. Make him as wild as he makes me.
The crash of our lips is brutal. It blazes heat through me, making me grateful the water has switched from scalding to lukewarm. We kiss for several long minutes. It’s an almost frantic, somewhat rough, and very much wild exchange. Hands go everywhere, and before I know it, one is guiding the head of Dimitri’s impressive cock to the opening of my pussy.
“Look at me.” I’m reminded just how tall he is when my elevated position means I don’t have to crank my neck to look at him. Even with my head almost reaching the top of the tiles, he’s right in front of me as dark and dangerous as ever.
It’s the fight of my life to hold back my excitement for the third time when the collision of our eyes causes cum to erupt out of Dimitri’s cock. He coats my pussy with his spawn, both inside and out, since he’s too impatient to wait until he finishes coming before notching his cock inside me.
Once almost all his impressive shaft is stuffed inside of me, he darts his tongue between my lips, then kisses the living hell out of me. The pure possessiveness fueling his kiss doubles the wetness between my legs in an instant, and it has me on the brink of ecstasy even faster than that.
“That’s better,” Dimitri grunts with a steady rock of his hips. “Wet, screaming, and fucking relentless. The only way you should ever be seen.”
He thrusts into me faster, stronger, and deeper with every pump he does. Within minutes, a familiar sensation tightens my muscles all over again. The thought of how fast he makes me come undone hazes my mind as quickly as it speeds up the rocks of his hips.
“I love the way your cunt tugs at my dick. Forever begging.” He locks his eyes with mine. They have the memorable glint I’ll never stop striving for. “Just like your eyes. So fucking greedy for more… but only from me. You don’t want anyone but me.”
After adjusting the span of my thighs, he drives into me like a madman, getting lost in the same uncontrollable ruckus overwhelming every inch of me. I saw the strong, impenetrable man he is earlier tonight, but this is the sexier version. The control he exerts in the bedroom is unbelievable. He uses every muscle in his body to please me, and even when I’ve been brought to climax multiple times, he continues his relentless pursuit until my legs either give out or we collapse from exhaustion.
I can see how tired he is, feel it in the weary muscles I cling to as he drives me to hysteria, but he doesn’t give in. He never tires. He gives it his all until I’m quivering and convulsing like the water turned cold hours ago.
“Fuck, Roxie,” Dimitri moans on a groan, his rocks unwavering. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”
The volume of my moans jumps up a couple of decibels, inspired by his praise. I’ve been called cute, spunky, and sexy, but beautiful is new, and I fucking love it. It has another orgasm building inside of me. This feels more threatening than my earlier one. It spreads warmth through me, thickening my veins with the adrenaline Dimitri is trying to dimmish by pounding the living hell out of me.
He drives into me so deeply it feels as if his cock is poking more than my uterus. It’s painful but crazily exciting. So much so, I succumb to my next orgasm even faster than I did my first.
As my nails dig into Dimitri’s shoulders, his name falls from my lips over and over again. My screams are as uncontrollable as the orgasm rolling through me. It’s almost too much, too overwhelming, too fucking good for me ever to believe this isn’t a dream. It won’t relent. No matter how loud I scream, it won’t free me from the madness. It holds on firmly, gripping me as well as Dimitri’s gaze spears my heart. He’s staring straight at me, increasing the shards of pleasure shredding through me so much, I have no chance of holding back the words floating over my tongue the past hour. “I love you, Dimi. I love you so fucking much.”
“There it is,” he replies with a grunt, his pumps picking up like they had any more to give. “Now, let’s see if I can work it out of you without another set of back-to-back orgasms.”
With my legs curled around his waist and his smirk increasing the likelihood he will accomplish his objective before we reach the main part of my room, Dimitri shuts down the faucet, throws open the shower door, then walks me toward the turned-down bed.
His toss onto my mattress is playful this time around. It even arrives with a little giggle, which is pushed aside for a moan when he leans over to suck a budded nipple into his mouth.
Since the cold shower water has given my skin a blue tinge, the mottling of bruises on my thighs and hips are barely noticeable when Dimitri directs his focus a couple of inches lower. I was fortunate to get good genes from my nanna. Even when it’s been put through the wringer, my skin heals rather decently.
Take the scar on my forehead, for example. Since the chemical peel Dimitri organized the first night of our arrangement, I haven’t needed to cover it up with my bangs. I’m almost at a point I feel comfortable growing out my bangs. That might have more to do with how Dimitri lavishes every inch of me than anything, but it feels nice to have finally reached this stage.
When Dimitri’s chin rests at the apex of my sex, I assume he’s about to once again devour the feast growing more pungent with every nip, lick, and bite he does, so you can imagine my utter despair when he stops a couple of inches away from what I believe is his projected target.
There’s no bump in my belly—even if I were still pregnant, there wouldn’t be—but Dimitri cups it as if there is before he raises his eyes to me. My brain screams at me to tell him the truth, to expose that he didn’t just right Audrey and Fien’s injustices tonight, but I can’t. There’s too much life in his eyes for me to douse, too much happiness. I’m partly responsible for the misery they’ve held the past twenty-two months, so I refuse to steal the light from them for the second time.
I will tell him what happened, just not tonight, not when he finally feels capable of gulping in an entire breath. Instead, I tell him the only thing that matters, and since it is straight-up honest, not even the crackling of my words can take away from its authenticity.
