Chapter 16 - Dmitri
Chapter 16 – Dmitri
The warmth of Valentina’s body beside me should be a comfort, but my mind is elsewhere. The darkness pulls me back to a time I desperately try to forget. I’m trapped in that room again, the smell of blood thick in the air. My father's cries echo around me, my mother's sobs tear at my soul. I see Katya's lifeless eyes staring back at me, and no matter how much I struggle, I can't move. Sergei Makarov’s men laugh as they work, their voices dripping with malice.
I wake up gasping, my heart pounding like a war drum. My shirt clings to my skin, soaked with sweat. For a moment, I’m disoriented, the nightmare too vivid to shake off. I sit up abruptly, the room spinning as reality crashes back into place.
“Dmitri!” Valentina’s voice cuts through the fog of terror. Her hands are on my shoulders, grounding me.
I try to steady my breathing, but each gasp feels like a knife in my chest. “I... I’m sorry,” I manage to choke out, but it feels inadequate. The images from the nightmare still cling to me like shadows.
“Hey,” she whispers softly, her fingers brushing through my hair. “It’s okay. It was just a dream.”
But it wasn’t just a dream. It was a memory, a horrifying memory that will never fade away. My hands tremble as I rub them over my face, trying to wipe away the remnants of sleep and terror.
“Look at me,” Valentina says firmly, her eyes locking onto mine. “You’re safe now.”
Her words are like an anchor in the storm raging inside me. I nod slowly, not trusting myself to speak without breaking down completely.
She shifts closer, her body pressing against mine in an attempt to offer comfort. Her warmth is a stark contrast to the cold grip of fear still clutching at me.
“You’re here with me,” she continues, her voice steady and soothing. “We’ll get through this together.”
Her certainty is both a balm and a burden. Together? Can we truly navigate this hellish world together? But right now, I need her strength more than anything else.
I pull her into my arms, holding her tight—as if she might vanish if I let go. She doesn’t resist; instead, she wraps her arms around me and holds on just as fiercely.
“I’m here,” she whispers against my neck.
The sensation of her breath on my skin grounds me further, pulling me out of the nightmare’s clutches inch by inch.
“I can’t lose you,” I murmur into her hair.
“You won’t,” she promises without hesitation.
I wish I could believe her fully. But for now, in this moment, her presence is enough to keep the darkness at bay.
We sit there in silence for what feels like hours but is likely only minutes. Her heartbeat against mine slowly brings me back from the edge of panic.
Finally, when I feel somewhat steady again, I pull back slightly to look at her face illuminated by the soft moonlight filtering through the window.
“I don’t deserve you,” I confess quietly.
“Hush,” she scolds softly but lovingly as she cups my face in her hands. “We deserve each other.”
Valentina's lips press against mine, a soft but urgent kiss that I can't resist. My hands move to her waist, pulling her closer as I deepen the kiss. Her taste, her warmth—it’s intoxicating. For a moment, all the pain and nightmares dissolve in her embrace.
She shifts, climbing onto my lap with a grace that sends shivers down my spine. Her fingers trail down my chest, each touch igniting a fire inside me. She breaks the kiss, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that leaves me breathless. Slowly, she kisses her way down my neck, each press of her lips leaving a burning trail.
"Valentina," I groan as she moves lower, my voice husky with desire and restraint. My hands instinctively grip the sheets beneath me.
She doesn’t stop, her kisses becoming more insistent as she reaches my stomach. My muscles tense under her touch, anticipation coiling tightly within me. When she finally reaches my dick, she looks up at me through her dark lashes, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Dmitri," she whispers before licking the tip gently. The sensation sends a jolt through my body, and I can't help the groan that escapes my lips.
"You don't have to do this," I manage to say, even as every fiber of my being begs for more.
"I want to," she replies simply, her voice filled with determination and something else—desire.
Her mouth envelops me then, and I lose all coherent thought. She bobs her head up and down, taking me deeper each time. The wet warmth of her mouth combined with the rhythm of her movements is almost too much to bear.
"Valentina," I moan, my hands tangling in her hair as I struggle to maintain control. The sight of her doing this for me—her willingness and eagerness—it drives me wild.
She sucks harder, her head moving faster now. Each bob brings me closer to the edge, pleasure building rapidly in the pit of my stomach. My breaths come in ragged gasps as I feel myself teetering on the brink of release.
"I'm going to..." I warn, trying to pull back slightly.
But she doesn’t stop; if anything, she takes me deeper into her mouth. The sensation pushes me over the edge. Just before I cum, I manage to pull out from her mouth, and my release splashes onto her face in hot spurts.
She looks up at me then, wiping away the cum from her cheeks with a mischievous giggle. The sight is enough to make me hard again instantly.
"God," I murmur breathlessly, unable to tear my eyes away from her.
She rises up and kisses me again lightly on the lips before settling back into my arms.
My hands roam over her back, feeling the soft warmth of her skin against my fingertips. I lean back slightly to look at her face, flushed and beautiful in the dim light.
"Are you sore?" I ask gently.
She shakes her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "No," she whispers, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Without another word, I shift her so she's straddling me. My hands move to her ass, spreading her cheeks apart as I dip my fingers into her. She gasps softly, but there's no hesitation in her movements. Her wetness coats my fingers as I begin to finger her slowly.
Her moans fill the room, each one sends a jolt of desire through me. I watch her face intently, the way it contorts with pleasure as I move inside her. She leans forward, pressing herself against me, and I find one her breasts and start to suck it. Her nipple hardens under my tongue, and she arches into my touch.
"Don't bite," she breathes out between moans. "Ahhhh..."
I chuckle softly against her skin before sucking harder, careful to heed her warning. My fingers continue their relentless rhythm inside her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
When I feel her tightening around my fingers, I withdraw them suddenly. She whines at the loss, looking at me with frustration and need.
"I want you to cum on my dick," I tell her, my voice rough with desire.
She nods eagerly as I position myself at her entrance. Slowly, I push into her, savoring the way she stretches around me. The sensation is almost too much; every inch of me is on fire.
I start fucking her slowly, each thrust deliberate and deep. Her moans grow louder with each movement, and I get lost in the sound of her pleasure.
I grip Valentina’s hips firmly and turn us so she’s lying on her back. Her eyes are half-lidded with desire, her lips parted in a soft moan as I continue my slow, deliberate thrusts. The feel of her wrapped around me is almost too much to bear, but I force myself to maintain control.
“Please,” she whispers, her voice trembling.
“Please what?” I ask, my voice low and rough. I want to hear her beg.
“Move faster,” she pleads, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I lean down, my breath hot against her ear. “Beg me,” I command.
She hesitates, biting her lip, and I can see the conflict in her eyes. When she remains silent, I pull out almost completely, the tip of my dick just barely inside her. Inch by inch, I push back into her agonizingly slowly. Her body arches beneath me, a whimper escaping her lips.
“Please!” she gasps. “Please fuck me faster!”
I smirk at her desperation. “It’ll be my pleasure,” I murmur before driving into her harder and faster.
Her cries fill the room as I set a relentless pace. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, and the way she clenches around me drives me wild. Her hands clutch at my back, nails scraping against my skin as she matches my rhythm.
I can feel the pressure building within me, the coil tightening with every movement. Valentina’s moans grow louder, more frantic, and I know she’s close, too. The sound of our bodies coming together echoes in the room, a symphony of raw desire and need.
“Dmitri!” she cries out.
I don’t hold back now; I pound into her with everything I have. Her walls tighten around me as she cums, a shuddering moan tearing from her throat. The sensation pushes me over the edge, and with a few more hard thrusts, I find my own release.
We collapse together in a tangle of limbs and sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.
The aftermath of our passion leaves us breathless and vulnerable. Her fingers trace lazy patterns on my chest, a soothing contrast to the turmoil in my mind.
"Dmitri," she whispers softly, breaking the silence. "How was it at the factory?"
I tense at her question, the memories surfacing like ghosts. I take a deep breath, needing to anchor myself before I can speak. "I’ll tell you," I say slowly, "but you have to promise not to cry."
She nods, her eyes searching mine with an intensity that almost makes me believe she can keep that promise. "I won’t cry," she vows.
I swallow hard, the words heavy on my tongue. "It was gruesome," I begin, my voice barely above a whisper. "They starved us for days. The longest I ever went was fourteen days without food, and I still had to work."
Her fingers stop their gentle tracing, her eyes locked onto mine. "How did you survive?" she asks, her voice trembling despite her promise not to cry.
"I wanted revenge too much to care about how they damaged my physical body. I think I only survived because of that."
"I can't imagine what you went through," she says softly.
"There were moments," I continue, "when I thought I'd never make it out alive. I believed I would die there but Alexei was... different. Even in that hellhole, he managed to find some light. He'd crack jokes, and he made light of everything. It was almost annoying at times." A small smile tugs at my lips as I remember his antics. "But honestly, I think it was his optimism that kept us going."
Valentina's fingers resume their gentle tracing. "He sounds like an incredible person."
"He is," I agree, my voice firm. "He's more than a friend—he's like a brother to me."
"I can't believe my father did this to you," she murmurs.
"Hey," I say gently, cupping her face in my hands. "You are not your father. You had no part in what happened to me or my family."
"But still," she insists. "I feel responsible somehow."
"You are not responsible for his actions," I repeat firmly.
She opens her mouth to protest but closes it again when she sees the look in my eyes. Instead, she leans in closer, her presence a balm to my frayed nerves.
I take another deep breath, trying to steady myself. "When I saw you in that man’s arms as a hostage," I continue, my voice breaking slightly, "I felt all the blood drain from my body. It was like reliving what happened ten years ago."
Her grip tightens around me, her face buried in the crook of my neck. "Dmitri..." she breathes out softly.
"I’m not sure I’m ready yet," I admit, my voice raw with honesty. "But I promise to keep you safe. I will do anything for you."
She pulls back to look at me, her eyes glistening but determined not to spill any tears. "I love you," she says firmly.
I press a gentle kiss to her forehead and hold her close again, feeling the steady beat of her heart against mine. We lie there in silence, letting the shared warmth and presence be enough for now.