Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Isabella’s POV
I wasn’t thinking, probably.
I let the tenderness of the moment consume me.
I let the adrenaline fuel me.
I finally gave in to my wolf, gave in to this undeniable pull between us, the tension that enveloped the room whenever we were both in it.
I kissed him because I wanted to. And Dimitri responded instantly.
He cupped my left cheek with his hand, pulling me against him gently. Our lips moved in sync, slowly, as though he was savoring the taste of me. Just like my daydreams.
Dimitri’s hands dropped to my waist, pulling me plush against him, closing every possible distance between us.
The warmth of his mouth spread through me, every inch of my body aching for more.
I thread my fingers along his back, standing on my tiptoes and deepening the kiss.
Dimitri responded with a growl as he yanked my hair back—not hard enough that it hurt, but firm enough to keep me in place, to keep him in control, allowing him to explore my mouth.
The kiss became wild. Feral, even. The sounds of our lips smacking together filled the room, fueling us, driving us.
Oh, it was everything I had imagined. Even more.
It had been five long years since I’d been touched by anyone.
The feel of his body taut against mine, and the taste of his lips was like drowning in something I hadn’t realized I’d missed so much.
Or maybe I did. But I could never quite bring myself to admit it.
And then suddenly, Dimitri pulled his head back.
I opened my eyes to stare into brown eyes dazed with desire. There was a bit of blood on his lower lip, and I winced at myself.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered.
Dimitri chuckled. “I’m not complaining, Isabella.” Then his face turned serious, his voice breathless. “But I need to make sure this is what you want. If we go any further, I can’t stop myself. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.”
I smiled into his eyes. “You say one thing, but your eyes say another.”
“And what do my eyes say?”
“You want more,” My voice was a whisper. “You want me.”
“Good. You know how I feel, Isabella.” He pressed against me, and I felt it then.
The hard bulge of his cock. Desire spread through me, uprooting any part of me that would want to back away now.
I didn’t just want Dimitri. I needed him, and denying myself was torture.
Unreasonable, maybe. But torture nonetheless.
And tonight, I was done torturing myself.
I wanted to be pleasured. I wanted to feel good. And only he could do that for me.
So, I pulled away from him, just barely. Then I took his hand, lifted up the dress I had on, just enough to slip his fingers between my legs and into my panties so that he could feel my desire, my wetness.
A smirk curled up his lips when his fingers connected with my folds.
“Now you know how I feel.”
His gaze never left mine as he withdrew his fingers and inserted them into his mouth.
Fuck. I couldn’t even blink watching him lick off his fingers like something he’d been starved of for so long. His eyes were closed as he licked every inch of his fingers. And when he opened them again, his eyes had gone dark. A grin spread across his lips.
“I could never forget how damn good you taste, Isabella.” He grabbed my waist again, pulled me into him, eliminating the distance I’d created, and kissed me.
This time, he lifted me up effortlessly to my feet, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed me with a fierce urgency, as though I’d unlocked the chains of his restraint.
There was nothing remotely gentle about the way he nipped my lips, the way he palmed my ass, the way he threw me to the bed and climbed onto me to continue ravishing my mouth.
“God, I missed this, Isabella,” Dimitri murmured against my lips, his voice rough. “I missed kissing you, I missed…” His hands moved to grope my breasts through my clothing, and I let out a soft moan. “I miss hearing you moan, hearing you cry out my name as you come.”
In an instant, Dimitri rolled onto the bed, pulling me on top of him. Then, he hiked up my dress, discarding it and my bra all within seconds. When I was bare in front of him, he stared at my full breasts, practically devouring them with his eyes.
I don’t know why, but I felt shy under his gaze. And he noticed it with the way my hands moved restlessly beside me.
“You’re beautiful, Isabella. So damn beautiful.” Dimitri pushed up from the bed and covered my nipples with his mouth, his breath hot against my skin.
I gasped so loud I had to slam a hand over my mouth to keep the sounds that were coming out of me as Dimitri sucked, bit down, and licked my left nipple, while he rolled the other between his fingers.
God, the sensation was amazing. Made all the more intense by the fact that I hadn’t been touched like this in five years.
And I’d only ever been touched like this once.
By him. It felt so good, I couldn’t keep myself from moaning out loud despite the hand over my mouth.
But the last thing I wanted to do was to wake Adele.
Dimitri slid his hand into my panties, and that did it. I cried out, throwing my head back and completely forgetting, for a second, that we weren’t entirely alone. The urge to scream, to let out every inch of the blissful sensation I was feeling, overrode logic.
“You’re so wet, Isabella. And all I can think about right now is being inside of you.”
“Then do it,” I whispered.
“No, I want to take my time. I want to make you feel good, better than any other man ever did.”
Dimitri noticed the way my body went still, and he tilted his head up to look at me. There was surprise in his eyes. But it was not just surprise. It was something else—reverence, admiration. Pride, even.
“You haven’t been with anyone in the last five years.” He said it as a statement, not a question. But I nodded anyway.
“Fuck,” he bit down on his lip. “You’re going to be tight. Do you want me to go slow? I should go slow.”
I chuckled. “Are you telling me or telling yourself?”
“Both.” His voice was a ragged whisper. “But honestly, I don’t think I can go slow.”
He slid his fingers out of my panties to look at them. “I mean, look at how wet you are.”
And then he put those fingers into his mouth. His eyes fluttered closed and he moaned, savoring my taste. Oh, I’d never been so turned on in my life.
Unable to take it anymore, I cupped his cheeks and he opened his eyes. “Dimitri, fuck me however you want. Now.”
He smirked, pulling a finger from his mouth. “Your wish is my command.”
Next thing I knew, my back hit the bed. Dimitri rolled away from the bed, dragging off his clothing while I took off my panties.
He was practically jumping about as he tried to remove his slacks.
And when he discarded his boxer briefs and his cock sprang free, my breath hitched.
Fuck, he was big. Bigger than I remembered.
Dimitri climbed onto the bed, guiding me to lie back as he spread my legs open. When he lined himself up at my opening, his gaze locked on mine. I braced myself, closing my eyes.
“No,” he murmured. “I want to see you, Isabella.”
My eyes fluttered open, and then he pushed inside me. Slowly.
He moved slowly at first, gliding back and forth, taking his time and going slowly. Once he was fully seated, his eyes closed briefly. “I’ve always thought my little place by the lake was heaven. I was wrong. Being inside you is better. You feel incredible, Isabella.”
We moved together, our bodies rocking in unison, kissing like we couldn’t get enough.
It was the most connected and emotional experience of my life. Dimitri became my world, and in that moment, I never wanted to live anywhere else.
Too soon though, the tension grew to be too much. As much as I didn’t want the moment to end, it was coming, fast and furious. Dimitri’s thrusts grew harder, his jaw tightened.
“Dimitri…”
“Right there with you, sweetheart.” His voice was strained. “I feel you squeezing me.”
My orgasm took root, and my eyes fluttered closed.
“Open your eyes, Isabella. I want to watch you give everything to me, at least this once.”
That was all it took. I moaned as my body contracted and pulsed, feeling waves of warmth spread through my chest.
When I started to come down from the high, Dimitri sped up his thrusts. He looked into my eyes as he released.
He kissed my lips gently for a long time after, still gliding in and out. He pushed my sweaty hair back from my face. “I’m crazy about you, Isabella.”
He rolled to his side, pulling me with him and wrapping an arm around me. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the soft beating of his heart. And in no time, I drifted off to sleep.
The first thing I felt when I woke the next morning was warmth.
His warmth. His arm was draped loosely around my waist, his breath steady against my shoulder.
My eyes opened, trying to adjust to the brightness of the room.
For a second, I didn’t move. The morning light spilled through the curtains, soft and golden, brushing against his skin.
Dimitri’s dark eyes were already open, fixed on me like he’d been awake for a while, like he’d been watching the entire time I was asleep.
And then like a tidal wave, it hit me.
Last night. Every touch. Every word. Every sound that had left my lips.
I jerked up so fast his arm slid off me. My heart pounded in my chest as I looked around for my clothes. My dress was on the floor. My bra was hanging off the edge of the bed. My panties—God knows where they were. I grabbed them all, trying not to meet his gaze.
“Hey, hey Isabella,” he said, his voice still rough from sleep. “Hey, slow down.”
“This—” I struggled to get my dress over my head, my hands shaking. “This was a mistake, Dimitri. We shouldn’t have done this.”
He sat up, his brows knitting together. “A mistake?”
“You’re married.” The words came out sharper than I intended. “You have a wife.”
Dimitri ran a hand through his hair, letting out a low groan. “God, my marriage should be the last thing holding us back. You know what it is, Isabella. I’ve told you—it means nothing.”
I laughed, but it came out bitter. “It’s not just the marriage, Dimitri! It’s you.”
He went still.
“I don’t trust you.” My voice cracked, but I held his gaze.
“You did this before, remember?” Her voice hardened, each word deliberate. “You were with me, and then you disappeared for three weeks. Three weeks of silence. And when you finally came back, you rejected me like I was nothing. Obviously, I was just a one-night stand to you. As I am right now.”
The words stung me to say, but maybe they hurt him more than me.
Dimitri’s jaw tightened. “That’s not fair.”
“Fair?” I pulled my hair into a messy knot, zipping my dress with trembling fingers. “You of all people don’t get to talk about fair.
He got out of bed, still naked, and reached for me, but I stepped back. “Don’t.”
“Don’t, Dimitri.” I shook my head. “Don’t feed me promises you’ll break before the week ends.”
The silence that followed was deafening. His expression shuttered, pain flashing across his face.
A part of me felt bad, the part that was still in love with him. But the logical part of me thought, “Better him than me.”
And without another word, I turned and walked out, not daring to look back.