Chapter 21
Rei Kurosaki
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
The second the front door slammed shut behind us, Dimitri spun me around so fast my back hit the wall.
His mouth crashed against mine. One of his hands fisted in my silver hair, yanking my head back so he could deepen the kiss.
His tongue pushed past my lips, licking into my mouth like he was trying to taste every inch of me.
I had no idea what I was doing. My hands clutched at his shirt, clumsy, but Dimitri did not seem to mind.
If anything, my inexperience only made him rougher.
He groaned into the kiss and pressed his entire body against mine.
I could feel everything, including the length of his cock grinding against my hip through his pants.
He was already hard. So fucking hard.
“Dimitri…” I gasped when he finally tore his mouth away to let me breathe. My lips felt swollen.
“Shh,” he growled against my throat. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. Every night I had to lie next to you and not touch you the way I wanted. I’m done waiting, little fairy.”
His mouth latched onto the side of my neck, sucking hard.
I moaned, head falling back against the wall as his hips rolled forward in a filthy grind.
The thick ridge of his cock dragged along my own through the fabric of our pants, and the friction made my stomach clench with need.
I was already painfully hard, my cock throbbing and leaking into my underwear.
His hand slid down between us, palming me roughly through my pants.
“Look at you,” he murmured against my skin. “Already so fucking hard for me. I can feel you throbbing. You’ve been waiting for this too, haven’t you? Been thinking about my cock?”
I could not answer. My brain had completely short-circuited.
Dimitri yanked my pants open and shoved them down just far enough to free my cock. It sprang out, flushed dark and already leaking at the tip. A thin string of precum stretched from the head to my stomach before his large hand wrapped around me.
“Ah— fuck—” I choked out, hips jerking forward into his fist on pure instinct.
“Let me hear you, baby,” he rasped, biting down on my earlobe. “Don’t hold back. I want every fucking sound you make.”
He stroked me, his thumb swiping over the swollen head and spreading the precum down my length.
The feeling was so intense my vision blurred for a second.
His hand was big, much bigger than mine, and it completely engulfed my cock.
I could feel every callus on his palm dragging along my sensitive skin.
“Take my cock out,” he ordered.
My hands were shaking so badly I could barely function. I reached for his belt with clumsy fingers, fumbling with the buckle before finally managing to pull it open. When I finally freed him from his pants, my eyes went wide.
Holy fuck.
He was huge.
It looked even bigger up close, especially next to my own cock. I just stared, completely overwhelmed.
Dimitri smirked. “Like what you see?”
“That’s… too big,” I blurted out.
He chuckled. Then he grabbed my wrist and wrapped my fingers around both of our cocks together, pressing them side by side.
The heat of his cock against mine made my stomach flip violently.
He was so much thicker than me. The contrast was obscene.
Precum from both of us was already making everything slick.
“Move your hand,” he ordered.
I obeyed, stroking us together. The feeling was filthy and so much more intense than anything I had ever felt.
Dimitri groaned, his hips thrusting into my fist. His forehead dropped against mine as he fucked my hand.
“That’s it, baby,” he rasped.
I whimpered and picked up the pace, my hand sliding up and down. Dimitri’s mouth was back on my neck, sucking and biting marks into my skin.
“Dimitri— I— I can’t—” My voice broke as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my stomach. My thighs were trembling so hard I could barely stay upright.
“You can,” he snarled, tightening his grip over my hand and stroking us harder. “You’re going to come for me like a good boy. I want to feel you lose control. Want to see you make a mess all over both of us.”
His dirty words pushed me right to the edge. My strokes became uncoordinated.
“Come for me, baby. Now.”
I cried out, my hips jerking wildly as I came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling over his hand and both our cocks. My whole body shook with it, pleasure crashing through me in waves. Dimitri groaned, his cock pulsing hard in my grip as he came too, adding to the sticky mess between us.
Dimitri rested his forehead against mine, still holding us in our joined hands. He kissed me again.
“You did so well,” he murmured against my lips. “My little fairy.”
I could barely think. My legs felt like jelly. My brain was nothing but static. All I knew was that Dimitri Morozov had completely and utterly ruined me.
And I already wanted more.
The mess between us was sticky and I felt exposed. My mind was spinning so fast I could barely form a coherent thought.
Then he stepped back and gently cleaned me up with a warm cloth he retrieved from the bathroom. His touch was surprisingly careful as he wiped away the evidence of what we had done. I stood there awkwardly, pants still around my thighs, cheeks burning.
It felt weird.
Not bad. Just overwhelming. Like my body had crossed a line it could never uncross.
“You’re shaking,” Dimitri murmured.
“I’m fine,” I whispered, even though I was not sure I was.
He did not answer. Instead, he simply bent down, slid one arm under my knees and the other behind my back, and lifted me clean off the ground.
I gasped sharply. “Dimitri! I can walk!”
“I’m aware,” he said, smirking down at me. “Doesn’t mean I’m going to let you.”
He carried me through the mansion.
When we reached the bedroom, he laid me down on the massive bed and undressed us both, revealing the body that had been pressed against me just minutes ago.
I thought he would continue. That this was only the beginning. That he would climb on top of me and take everything I had left to give.
But he did not.
Dimitri simply crawled into bed beside me and pulled me into his arms. He arranged my body against his like I belonged there.
“Sleep, little fairy,” he murmured.
This was the first time he had held me like this.
We had shared the same bed for weeks now, but it had always been separate. Close, but not this close.
I closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing heart.
Everything felt too much. The kiss in the woods. The way he had pinned me against the wall. The filthy words he had growled in my ear. The way he had made me come with his hand wrapped around both of us. And now this.
“You’re overthinking,” he said, as if reading my mind. “Stop.”
“I’m not—” I started, but the lie died in my throat when he pressed a kiss to the nape of my neck.
“You are,” he countered, tightening his hold. “Just sleep.”
***
I woke up to my phone buzzing on the nightstand.
I did not move. Dimitri’s arm was still draped over my waist, and his breathing against the back of my neck made me want to stay exactly where I was. But the phone kept vibrating, so I carefully reached for it.
Mom: I miss you, sweetheart. When are you coming home?
I stared at the message for a long time.
What a fucking liar.
She did not miss me. She never had. Not really.
Even when I was still living at the house, she barely noticed whether I was there or not.
The only reason she was texting now was probably because Daniel had asked about me, or because it looked bad that her son had basically disappeared for weeks.
Either way, I did not care enough to find out.
I did not reply. I fell back asleep.
When I woke up again, the bed was empty. I slowly stood up, got dressed, and went downstairs. I could not see Dimitri anywhere. I was a bit worried. Had he left without telling me?
Right when I was starting to overthink, I spotted a shadow on the terrace. I headed over there and saw him.
He was bent over one of the large flower pots the housekeeper kept out there, his nose practically buried in the blooms. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing in deeply like he was trying to memorize the scent.
It was such a strangely soft moment for someone like him that I just stood there for a second, watching.
I must have made a sound because he finally straightened up and turned around. His blue eyes found me immediately.
“What are you doing?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He did not look embarrassed at all. Instead, he just tilted his head slightly and asked, “What color do you want today?”
I blinked. “Color?”
“For your hair,” he said, like it was obvious.
Oh.
I hesitated. The truth was, I had not even thought about it yet. Before Dimitri, I used to only wear black flowers. It felt right back then. Empty.
But ever since he started showing up in my life, the colors had been changing.
“Red,” I said after a moment.
Dimitri stepped closer, studying me like he was trying to read something written on my skin.
“You wore red after the night I chased you through these woods too,” he said. “What does red mean to you?”
My cheeks burned, feeling way too exposed.
Red did not just mean one thing. It meant the rush of adrenaline that night in the woods when he hunted me.
It meant the way my heart had been pounding so hard I thought it would break my ribs.
It meant the kiss last night that had felt like it cracked something open inside me.
It meant feeling alive in a way I had not felt in years.
But I could not say any of that.
So I cleared my throat and lied.
“Um… just that I’m content.”
Dimitri stared at me for a second, then let out a knowing laugh.
“Content?” he repeated, stepping even closer. “Or is red what you wear when you’re horny, little fairy?”
My face went up in flames.
“No!” I blurted out way too fast.
Okay, well… lust was part of it. But it was not the main thing. I just was not about to admit that out loud.
Dimitri smirked like he could see straight through me. Which, unfortunately, he probably could.
“Anyway,” I said quickly, desperate to change the subject, “why are you asking me about flower colors?”
Dimitri glanced back at the flower pot. There were only a few blooms left, soft pinks and whites. Nothing red.
“I wanted to pick one for you myself,” he said. “But there aren’t any red ones here.”
Something warm and unexpected fluttered in my chest.
“It’s okay,” I said with a small smile. “This forest has lots of wildflowers. I can just go find one later.”
His brow furrowed, like the idea genuinely bothered him.
“But I wanted to give you one.”
I could not help but chuckle softly at how serious he looked.
“Then you can find it for me.”
His eyes lit up in a way that was almost boyish. It was so at odds with the dangerous, intense man I knew that I felt my stomach flip.
“You’re right,” he said, suddenly grabbing my hand. “Let’s go.”
“Wait— right now?!” I yelped as he started pulling me toward the edge of the terrace and the forest beyond. I was still only wearing his oversized shirt and sleep shorts. “Dimitri, I’m barely dressed!”
“Good,” he said without slowing down. “I like you like this. Easy access.”
“Dimitri!”