Chapter 15 Mattie #2
He was hard. Not just slightly aroused, but fully, unmistakably erect, straining against the denim like he was barely contained. The heat of him burned through the fabric, and Mattie's breath caught in her throat.
"Does that feel like I'm turned off?" His voice was rough, darker than she was used to hearing from him.
She couldn't answer. Her hand was still pressed against him, feeling the pulse of his desire, and her body was responding predictably—softening, moistening, preparing itself for what she desperately wanted.
"I told you before," Dimitri continued, his hands returning to her legs, resuming the massage like nothing had happened.
"There is absolutely nothing about you that will ever turn me off, and definitely not your scars.
I want you all the time, Mattie. Every minute of every day.
I have to restrain myself constantly just to keep from overwhelming you with how much I want you. "
His voice had taken on that clinical tone again, the scientist explaining his findings, and somehow that made it more believable than any passionate declaration would have been.
This was Dimitri being honest.
Dimitri stating facts.
"Immortality comes with an increased sexual appetite," he continued. "I'm discovering that more every day. But that's my problem to deal with, not yours. You shouldn't feel obligated to satisfy needs that exceed yours."
It was so thoughtful, so considerate, exactly the kind of thing Dimitri would do.
And it made her want him more.
"I don't want you to hide your need from me," she said. "I might not be able to keep up, but I want to try."
His hands stilled again. "You have no idea what you're talking about. Inside, I'm a savage like them, and I know how much you hate them."
"Never." She stroked him gently over his jeans. "You are incapable of becoming like them. The need might be there, but it will never turn you into a savage."
The hunger that flashed across his face made her breath catch. For just a moment, she saw the predatory gleam that reminded her of the immortals she feared, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the warm, familiar love she'd come to rely on.
"Mattie..." His voice was strained. "You don't have to prove anything to me."
"I'm not." She pushed herself up onto her knees, her legs feeling much better now after his massage. "I'm taking what I want."
She swung one leg over his lap, straddling him, bringing them face to face.
His hands came up automatically to steady her, gripping her hips with a gentleness that belied the tension she could feel thrumming through his body.
Then she kissed him, pouring everything into that kiss—all the love she felt, all the passion, all the fear and hope and desperate need that had churned inside her.
She tangled her fingers in his hair, that thick, lustrous hair that felt like silk, and then she traced the seam of his lips with her tongue, demanding entry.
When he opened for her, she plundered his mouth like a conqueror claiming virgin territory.
Dimitri groaned against her lips, a sound of pure male need that sent heat flooding through her core. His hands tightened on her hips, pulling her closer, and she could feel his hardness beneath her, hot and ready, straining against the barrier of their clothes.
She ground herself against him, chasing the friction her body craved. The sensation was electric, pleasure sparking through her nerve endings even through the layers of fabric still separating them.
"Mattie." Her name came out as a growl. "If you keep doing that—"
"What?" She rolled her hips again, deliberately provocative. "What will you do?"
The answer came not in words but in action. One moment, she was straddling him half dressed, and the next she was completely naked, the remainder of her clothes removed with a speed that shouldn't have been possible.
She gasped as she found herself straddling him again, but this time they were both naked.
"Sorry." Dimitri smiled sheepishly, but instead of looking apologetic, he looked hungry. "I'm still getting used to the speed."
"Don't apologize." She splayed her fingers over his chest.
"I'm yours for the taking. Whatever you want, however you want it. I'm yours." To prove his point, he put his hands behind his head, fingers laced together, removing them from the equation and giving her complete control.
Mattie liked it.
She more than liked it. She loved it. After months of feeling powerless, of having every aspect of her life controlled by forces beyond her influence, being in the driver's seat felt like reclaiming something that had been stolen from her long before she ever set foot on this island.
Sitting up, she adjusted her position and reached down to wrap her fingers around him. He was hot in her hand, hard as steel covered in silk, and he jerked at her touch, a groan escaping his lips.
"Mattie..."
"Shh." She stroked him slowly, enjoying the feel of him, the way his breath caught when she tightened her grip. "I've got you."
She was wet, had been since he'd put her hand on him through his jeans, and when she lifted her hips and positioned him at her entrance, she found she didn't need any more preparation. Her body was ready.
She took him in one smooth motion, sinking down until he was fully seated inside her, until she could feel him everywhere, filling her completely.
They both groaned at the sensation—the pleasure of joining, of becoming one, of fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.
For a moment, Mattie just savored the fullness, the connection, the intimacy of having him inside her. Dimitri's hands remained behind his head, his muscles tense with the effort of staying still, but he didn't move. Didn't rush her. Let her set the pace.
Then she began to move.
Slowly at first, lifting her hips and lowering them in a rhythm that was almost meditative, she felt every inch of him as he slid in and out, as her body stretched to accommodate him, as pleasure built in rolling waves that started at their joining and spread outward through her entire body.
Dimitri's breathing grew ragged, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on her with an intensity that might have been frightening if she didn't trust him so completely.
"You're beautiful," he said, the words escaping in a rush like they'd been forced out of him. "I love you."
"I love you too." She increased her pace, driven by his words and by the need coiling tighter and tighter in her core. "I love you, Dimitri."
His control broke.
His hands came out from behind his head and landed on her hips, gripping firmly, helping her move, setting a faster rhythm that pushed them both toward the edge. Mattie gasped at the change, at the way he was guiding her now, lifting her and lowering her like she weighed no more than a feather.
"Yes," she breathed. "Yes, just like that, don't stop—"
He didn't stop. His hands moved to her bottom, cupping her, and she could feel the inhuman strength in his grip, carefully leashed but unmistakably present. It should have scared her. Instead, it thrilled her, knowing that all that power was being used in the service of her pleasure.
The climax hit her like a wave, sudden and overwhelming, crashing through her body and stealing her breath. She cried out, her back arching, her inner muscles clenching around him as ecstasy pulsed through every nerve.
Dimitri followed moments later, his own release triggered by hers, and she felt him swell inside her, felt the warmth of him as he came with a groan that sounded pained.
Mattie sprawled across his chest, breathing hard, her heart pounding in tandem with his.
"So much for keeping your hands to yourself," she murmured against his skin.
His laugh rumbled through his chest, vibrating against her cheek. "I tried. I really did try."
"I'm glad you failed." She pressed a kiss to his collarbone. "I like your hands on me."
"Good." His arms wrapped around her, holding her close. "Because I don't think I could ever stop touching you."