Page 33 of Savage Little Secret

Dmitri’s fingers rub steady circles against my clit as his mouth continues moving from breast to breast. Sucking. Licking. Biting.

My breathing becomes heavier as he marks the soft skin, marking me as his. My hips buck against his hand as he continues touching me until the thin material of my panties are soaked.

Dmitri slides his fingers lower, collecting my slickness before sinking two of them inside of me. He thrusts them deep, hitting that spot within me that makes my thighs tremble on either side of him.

“Dmitri…” I whine desperately as the heel of his hand grazes against my clit with each rock of his fingers. He already has me so close to the edge.

Dmitri leans back up and presses his lips to mine, his fingers working in and out of me at a perfect pace.

I tense as the pleasure crests, my mouth parting with a soft cry that’s muffled by his lips. I shudder through my orgasm as it thunders through me from head to toe, leaving me shaky and breathless.

Dmitri slides his hand out of my pants and breaks from our kiss to remove the rest of our clothes.

I lean back on my elbows, watching him with a small frown on my face. He’s quiet, but he doesn’t seem cold. He doesn’t even seem distant. “Dmitri?”

He responds by moving back between my thighs and cupping my face, his lips meeting mine once more in a gentle kiss that takes my breath away.

I hold his wrists, a happy ache filling my chest as he pours his all into the kiss. He’s baring his soul without a word.

Dmitri reaches down and lines himself up with my entrance before pushing inside.

A passing thought about a few missed pills disappears as soon as he’s completely filling me.

I gasp into his mouth as I take all of him, warmth pooling low in my stomach. I wrap my arms around his neck as he hovers over me, wanting to be as close as possible.

Dmitri pulls out and thrusts back in, going deep and slow at first. It’s…loving. Not lustful and frantic. He’s patient and full of care.

I slide my fingers into his soft hair, my lips brushing his as he rocks into me over and over again. Warmth spreads throughout my entire body, the heat rising with each motion that he makes. A steady, promising build up.

Dmitri picks up his pace, finally going harder and faster.

I let one hand drift down to his shoulder blade, my nails dragging across his skin. It spurs him on even more, and I don’t stop. I bite his lip. Pull his hair. Scratch lines down his back.

Everything that drives him crazy because he already has me primed and ready for another release.

Dmitri grips my throat possessively, almost like a threat before his face presses into the crook of my neck as he drives me into the mattress.

Tension builds within me, nearing its breaking point. “Dmitri, please!”

He gives me exactly what I need. He slides his free hand under me to hold the small of my back, tilting my hips up just right to hit that spot within me again and again and again.

I come apart at the seams, my nails piercing his back as I let the pleasure consume me. His name rings from my lips, filling the bedroom as he continues rocking into me.

Dmitri holds me tightly as he manages a few more thrusts before finishing, groaning into the crook of my neck.

I lightly shudder at the sensation, the aftershocks, my chest rising and falling as I catch my breath. He doesn’t say anything, so I don’t either. Instead, I stroke his hair and place a few gentle kisses against his cheek and temple, reminding him that he isn’t alone.

I’m here with him. No matter what, we can figure things out. We can handle the storm that’s coming.

Dmitri eventually pulls out of me, but he doesn’t go far. He tugs me into his arms and carries me to the bathroom before carefully putting me down to turn on the hot water for the shower.

I watch him, taking in his features. They aren’t as stony and stiff any longer. He almost seems relaxed, but there’s something still holding him back.

Taking my hand, he leads me into the shower with him, pulling me under the spray of hot water. He holds me close, guiding my arms around his neck as he slides his around my body.

I lean my chest against his, my wet hair falling down my back as I gaze up at him. “I’m sorry. I⁠—”

Before I can finish, he’s silencing me with another kiss. I don’t know if he’s just tired of hearing me apologize or if he’s tired of talking about things. Honestly, part of me is exhausted from it too.