Chapter 11
Achill runs down my spine at his words. Does he mean it? Would he really... kill for me? Has he? The thought terrifies me, yet a traitorous part of me thrills at the idea.
No, what am I thinking? This is madness.
His voice is hypnotic and despite myself, I feel my resistance wavering. After the terror yesterday with Lorenzo, the thought of someone protecting me is seductive.
Dimitris hand on my cheek guides my face towards his. Before I can react, his lips capture mine in a fierce, passionate kiss. My knees go weak, warmth flooding my body. No one has ever kissed me like this before.
Slowly he pulls back, his eyes searching my face. I know I should protest, fight him, but I am unable to resist. I wrap my arms around his neck and return his kiss hungrily.
A low growl of satisfaction rumbles in his chest. Breaking the kiss, he stares at me with undisguised triumph.
Thats my girl, he rasps. Youre mine, Sara.
His words should terrify me, but instead a heady mixture of desire and submission washes over me. I know this is dangerous, that Im playing with fire. But I cant bring myself to care. Not when his strong arms wrap around me, holding me against his muscular chest. Not when his lips descend on mine again in a searing kiss that steals my breath away.
Maybe just this once, I can forget everything else and lose myself in Dimitris embrace. His fervent promises echo in my mind... hell protect me, care for me. No one will hurt me as long as Im his.
And in this moment, I want nothing more than to belong to Dimitri Morozov.
His mouth crashes into mine and my world is warmth and the sweet taste of him and the scent of his skin. I’m being carried away on the wave of the moment, as powerless to stop it as I am unwilling to.
Somehow, he manages to take his shirt off, and my pants are suddenly down around my thighs. His hand is tugging at them, urging them farther down. Neither of us want to end the kiss, and we kiss each other hungrily, desperately. Hands roam bare skin, tearing clothing free and our breath mingles, hearts pounding together.
I’ve never felt so connected to another person. It’s like I know his thoughts from the sensation of his hands and his mouth against me. I love you, his hands seem to say as they clutch the back of my neck as if unwilling to ever let me go. I need you, his body seems to say as it grinds into mine, seeking friction.
It’s happening, I realize.
The thought punches through the daze of passion that seems to blur everything else. Twenty-two years a virgin and tonight it’s going to change. He’s going to claim that part of me I’ve held back my whole life, the part of myself I’ve valued so highly I never let anybody claim it until now. I feel none of the regret or doubt I thought I would feel though.
All I feel is a tingling certainty that this is right. This is the man I am supposed to give my virginity to. This is how it is supposed to happen.
He looms over me, hand planted beside my head so that the muscles in his arm stand out sharply, powerfully. His bare torso is a study in perfection. There isn’t an ounce of fat on him, and every movement sets new groups of muscles flexing and on proud display.
I let my hands explore him, feeling no shame in my desperation to touch and experience every last bulge of muscle and crease between his abs. I’m shocked by the ferocity of his strength. He’s gentle enough with me, but I can feel the potential energy practically begging to explode from the muscles just beneath his smooth skin.
Somewhere between kisses and heavy petting and grinding, we both manage to get completely naked and onto the bed. It’s the first time I’ve ever been naked in front of a man – or beneath a man in this case – and surprisingly, I don’t feel ashamed or self-conscious with Dimitri. I know he has probably been with women who look better naked than me, but I know I don’t need to feel ashamed. I can feel it in his caress. I’m perfect to him.
There’s a heat and wetness between my legs I’ve never felt before. My core pulses, each beat of my heart sending a fresh burst of need to my center, and I think the only way I’ll calm it is with him inside me. But he doesn’t seem to want to give me what I want just yet.
“You want my cock?” he asks, parting from our kiss just long enough to rasp the words into my neck.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“You’ll get it. You’ll get all you can handle, sweetheart. But not before I taste you.”
I don’t even have time to register his words before he’s kissing a warm path down my skin, stopping to pay special attention to my nipples. He traces a circular path around my areolas with his tongue causing the sensitive peaks to instantly harden for him. I arch my back and a soft moan slips from my mouth.
He kisses further down, beneath my breasts, and summons a quick giggle from me when he dips his tongue into my belly button. My laughter fades immediately as his hands slide down my thighs and he moves toward my mound but diverting at the last moment, just when I think his lips are about to fall on my throbbing clit.
He drags his tongue along the crease where my thigh meets my hips, kissing the sensitive skin on the inside. Every sensation seems to build toward an inevitable, fiery explosion of bliss. Each kiss and touch like a log added to the fire that is burning out of control inside me. I can already feel how close I am to climax.
He pauses with his lips just above my clit and smirks up at me. “You re-” he starts, but I surprise even myself by reaching down to press his face into me, unable to bear the anticipation any longer.
“Please- I just… I need more...”
Dimitri doesn’t need to be asked twice, and his tongue sets to work on me, circling, plunging, exploring, and dragging across my folds and throbbing bud. I throw my head back, unable to even comprehend what’s happening between my legs, except for the fact that I know that in about ten seconds, I’m going to cum harder than I’ve ever cum. Last night doesn’t even compare to this.
“Dimitri,” I gasp. “I’m going to cum.”
Encouraged, he doubles his pace and rips an orgasm so intense from me that my toes curl and my back arches, pressing my head into the pillow as I squeeze my eyes shut against the force of it, body quivering and weakening as I come down from the high. But Dimitri doesn’t seem to be done with me yet, and he pushes forward.
Only a few seconds later, I realize my body is more than ready to keep going as long as he keeps this up, and I feel a brief sense of panic when I wonder how much I can mentally handle. I already feel so insanely good it seems hard to imagine more, or what it will be like to have him inside me, but that’s a risk I’m willing to take.
He doesn’t relent until I’ve cum again. I’m breathless and I feel dizzy when he plants his hands beside my head again and I see his huge cock poised between my legs.
“I need you to relax for me, printsessa,” he says.
I raise my eyebrows. “I am very relaxed right now, Dimitri.”
He chuckles. “Good. Because this is going to be a fucking tight fit.”
He grips himself at the base of his cock and rubs the velvety head of his length against my folds, spreading the wetness from my opening across me and igniting a fresh explosion of warmth and pleasure across my body.
He presses himself into my opening and at first there’s only a stretching sensation. I wonder how something that big is going to fit in a space so small.
He pushes in and out, easing himself in fractions of an inch with every thrust. The slight sting of my core stretching to fit him gives way quickly to an unbelievable sense of completeness, of knowing I’m connected to him in the most intimate of ways possible, that right now we’re completely absorbed into each other.
For a brief moment, I feel a sharp pain and there’s a slight give when he is a couple inches inside me. I distantly realize that it’s probably my hymen. He groans with pleasure, as if knowing now he has really taken my virginity in the truest sense. I grip his broad back, digging my fingers into his hard muscle as he continues to push himself deeper and deeper inside me.
“You are mine Sara. You are fucking mine.”
It seems to take forever before he’s worked the entirety of his length inside me, but it feels more amazing than I ever guessed it would. The initial pain gave way to the pleasure as he kept stroking my clit while moving himself further into me. Now, he works his hips into me, finding a rhythm that has me on the edge again.
“Dimitri- Oh my God,” I gasp.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I love how sensitive you are, printsessa.”
I blush, biting my lip to keep in my moans. I’m worried someone might hear.
Dimitri’s eyebrows draw together and he closes his eyes, pumping himself even harder into me. His grip on my hips tightens and he increases his pace even more until his cock is a blur of motion inside me, pistoning in and out.
I’m on the edge when he squeezes my hips almost painfully tight and groans, leaning his head back. I feel his cock pulse inside me and a sudden warmth.
Oh my God. He just came inside me. The intimacy of it pushes me over the edge. My core clenches around his length, squeezing him tighter, as if my body wants to milk every last drop of his cum. He finally sags against me, grinning with satisfaction and planting a quick kiss on my lips.
Holy shit.
I just had sex.
I cant believe what just happened. My body is still trembling from the intensity of the orgasm, and Dimitri is still on top of me, his breath hot against my neck. I can feel the heart beating against my chest, and Im not sure if its his or mine.
How was that, Sara? he asks, his voice low and husky.
I dont answer. I cant. Im still trying to process what just happened. Ive never felt anything like that before.
If you cant even speak, he says, a hint of amusement in his voice, I must have done something right.
I’m still speechless. Im too overwhelmed.
You know, I didnt use a condom, he says very casually.
I freeze.
I wanted to feel you. All of you.
I realized while it was happening of course, but didn’t process is it, or maybe I didn’t care. No, I was not in my right mind. Now I am shocked. I cant believe he would do something like that without asking me first. I can’t believe I let him. You could have gotten me pregnant! I say, my voice rising in anger.
He chuckles. Thats the idea, his voice low and dangerous.
Im furious. I hit him on the shoulder hard. You cant just do that without asking me! I hit him again.
“You didn’t seem to mind. Youre mine now, Sara. Your father will finally give you to me to me once you get pregnant. A child will forfeit your engagement.” his smirks and twist a strand of my hair. I hit him again. “Shut up, you beast.”
“You are mine now, printsessa. I ruined you for anyone else.”
As he leans in to kiss me again, I don’t know whether to feel bad or good for being ruined. Part of me is over the roof now that I’m not desirable to Mafia men anymore.
Dimitri might have just saved me from my engagement.