Chapter 16 #2
"You know you're mine now," he says against my ear, his voice rough with desire. “Every inch of you is mine to do what I please, Athena."
My eyes roll back as his pace increases. All I can do is cling to him, legs wrapped tight around his waist, as he fucks me with rough, relentless thrusts.
Each one slams me harder against the column.
Each one tears another moan from my lips.
"Look at me," he commands. "I want to see those beautiful eyes."
I obey, holding his gaze as we move together. There's no gentleness, it's primal. Almost violent in its intensity. Each thrust drives me higher, closer to an edge I've never been near before.
His mouth crashes onto mine again, devouring my moans and screams, our tongues intertwining.
I pull him closer to me with my legs, my body wanting more of his cock, more of his fucking, more of his hips slamming into me, claiming me as he said he was.
An electric tingle starts between my legs, shooting out in every direction. The pressure builds fast and I can tell I'm spiraling out of control.
My muscles are starting to tense.
"Don't stop. Don't stop," I call out, knowing I'm close.
He pins me harder, his thrusts going faster. I feel my walls clenching around his throbbing cock, and heat coiling, building and building.
"Come for me," he growls against my throat. "I want to feel you come around my cock."
He lifts me higher, and for a moment I'm away from the column, floating in air as Dimitri grinds into me, thrusting, holding me tight.
I throw my head back, looking at the stars.
And then, I come undone.
The orgasm crashes through me, white-hot, blinding. My body locks around him as I cry out his name.
I close my eyes, but I still see the stars. Every nerve firing, every erotic feeling overwhelming me.
Dimitri groans, hips driving faster, harder, as I ride my orgasm, trying desperately to get everything out of it. Never wanting this feeling to end.
"Oh, God, you're so tight, baby. I can't take it much longer," he says as he pins me back against the column again.
My body feels like I just worked out, weak from one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had.
But when I see that look in Dimitri's eyes, I want to feel him reach his climax. Feel what I just felt.
I squeeze myself around him tightly with my legs, my inner walls clamping around his cock.
"I want to feel your hot come inside me, Dimitri. Fuck me, baby," I say, biting my lip, eyes full of lust.
For the first time, Dimitri is the one lost for words. He just groans and buries his head into my neck, fucking me harder.
I feel his back muscles tense up under my fingertips. His whole body is getting rigid, and his cock is throbbing inside me.
I know he's close.
He takes a hand and slides it between us.
"Oh fuck," I yell out as he starts to rub my clit. The sensation of him penetrating me mixed with his rubbing starts to build a whole new orgasm in me.
He starts to thrust faster, his breathing more ragged, and he rubs me faster and faster.
I wasn't expecting it, but my body wants it even more than the first.
I arch my back and his mouth finds my nipples.
A bright white light flashes across my face as I come again. My body shaking at the fire his warm tongue is leaving across my breasts while his cock is deep inside me.
And then, with one last thrust, he grunts, and I feel his hot seed filling me as he pumps every last drop deep inside me.
I can't help but feel this weird sense of accomplishment at making Dimitri Kastaris lose himself with me.
I gasp for air and brush my hair out of my face as his cock twitches inside me, his pace slowing.
"Fuck, Alepoudítsa. You're amazing, you know that?"
I giggle, suddenly feeling a bit nervous and shy.
"You're not so bad yourself."
He squeezes me, his arms holding me securely, keeping me from sliding down onto my trembling legs.
As we catch our breath, reality begins to seep back in. I'm pressed against a stone column in ancient ruins, naked, and I just fucked a man who, days ago, I wanted to see dead.
I should shove him away.
I should hate him. Regret it. Maybe be horrified at what I've done. At how completely I've betrayed my quest for revenge.
But all I can do is cling tighter to him, wanting more of what we just did.
Everything has changed. The bond between us has irreversibly shifted. I can feel it. Something new and fragile and terrifying.
It's like something that had been broken inside me has finally clicked back into place.
He gently slides out of me, my body instantly missing the connection, and places me down, my feet feeling the cold ground.
Dimitri pulls back, his eyes searching my face as if to see how I feel.
But standing here, caught and claimed and ruined by this man, I have one simple feeling about it.
"I don't regret it," I say, looking up at him.
It's the truth, too.
It may be the most honest feeling I've had in a long time.
As a matter of fact, it's the first time since my mother died that I'm not trying to escape my present or reclaim my past.
I'm simply here, in this moment, with him.