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She made him roll onto his back before she straddled him, unbuttoning his pants.
“You okay?” she asked when she remembered his damaged leg.
He chuckled, nodded.
She kissed him again, a deep and gentle kiss, wanting to tell him how much she wanted this. How little she’d known how much she’d wanted it. She had the overwhelming notion he felt the same way. Could this be it? Could he be her true mate? Was that even possible?
She got off him to pull his pants down, struggling until he sat up, took over. He tossed the ruined pants on the floor, lying back down. She let her eyes rove over him. His muscled torso gleaming like bronze in the dim light from the bedside lamp, sparse hair covering, and his erection straining against his underwear in a way that begged her to reach out. So, she did, sliding her fingers under the waistband of his boxers, grazing the shaft, making him suck air in between his teeth. Her eyes met his. She kept eye contact as she dragged her fingers down the shaft to the base, grabbing hold and moving her hand back up again. His gaze was growing more intense with every movement. She liked it. But she wanted to taste him.
She leaned forward, parted her lips, and swallowed him down. It produced the expected gasp, the satisfaction at it making her hum around him.
“Oh, God,” he murmured, one hand sliding to the back of her head, entangling in her hair as he helped her set the rhythm, urging her on as she picked up her pace. “Oh, fuck,” he said, his hand tugging her to stop her movements as he started pumping into her mouth, soft desperation with every thrust.
He was making low noises of approval, murmuring yeses. She could feel he was about to come, and sucked hard as he did, making him raise his voice far beyond what was decent. His semen was salty and hot down her throat. She was beginning to lose control; she could feel it. She wanted him to touch her everywhere at once. The hold he still had on her hair was starting to hurt and she didn’t give a fuck. When he pushed on the back of her head to get her mouth to his, she straddled him again, kissing him before he could kiss her.
She wanted him to fuck her, to claim her, to own her.
She’d never felt such reckless abandon before, like she’d do anything for him. Do anything for this to go on forever.
He let go of her hair to have her pull the nightgown over her head, discarding it on the floor next to his pants, his hands cupping her breasts roughly as she rolled her hips against him to get him hard again.
“Oh, my fucking God,” he moaned, tipping her over on her back as his mouth attacked her neck with bared teeth dragging over her skin to her shoulder, down her arm. Both of them breathless, straining against the other for another release.
She reached between them to tease her pounding clit, wanting him inside of her more than she’d wanted anything.
His mouth closed around her right nipple, sucking, biting, and she came under her own fingers with a shout.
“Fuck me,” she moaned into his ear, almost aghast at her own audacity but not quite.
She never talked dirty in bed but she felt like her inner dragon was on literal fire with need. It was remarkable and terrifying and utterly addictive.
She didn’t need to ask him twice.
He guided himself into her, his thick heat filling her as he pushed deep without any hesitation or patience. It made her grab his hair, roughly, encouraging him to do it again. He pulled out, sunk back in, one rough thrust. She pushed his head down to have his mouth tease her nipple again, meeting every thrust with a roll of her hips and a soft noise, mimicking his approval from before.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
He moved his arms under her, lifting her ass off the mattress to get a better angle as he picked up his pace, their breaths barely audible as they held them, both climbing toward a shared orgasm. Her hands pulled his head back harshly when the pleasure bloomed through her. She couldn’t tell if he moaned from that same pleasure, or the pain her fingers had just caused. She moved her mouth to his to kiss it better.
He kissed her back, almost carefully, before he rolled off her.
They were both sweaty, messy, but sated.
It had been quick, but she’d never felt passion like that before. It was almost surreal. Had it even happened? His panting form next to her told her that it had. A smile tugged at her mouth, and she let it, turning it on him. He looked at her, then smiled too. They turned their gaze on the ceiling for another few seconds of silence before they both chuckled.
“I’m usually not that rough,” she said.
“Really?” he asked. “But you liked it?”
She laughed then, moving to prop herself on one arm so she could look at him. She reached out a hand, placing it over his heart. They both grew serious, and she knew it was true, because he felt it too: he was hers, she was his. True mates. Bound in profound ways from birth. Not destined to meet, but if they did it was the sort of bond that would last a lifetime.
“This is so crazy,” she said.
He placed his hand over hers, bringing her fingers to his lips.
Then the noise of the doorknob turning made them both look to the door, then each other, both sitting up to make themselves somewhat decent. She grabbed the bed cover to wrap it over her shoulders while Dmitri tucked himself back into his boxers, pulling them up over his ass. She watched him, he noticed, another small smirk on as he caught her admiring his behind. She rolled her eyes at him, unable to keep a smile down.
“Hey,” a voice said from the doorway, hidden from view by the L shape of the room.
