Chapter 56
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
Savina
“YOU HAVE ALCOHOL,” I say in surprise as I raid Dimitri’s cabinets.
We’re running low on supplies, but he told me Andrei will be here within the next day or two with food and necessities.
And so, until then, I thought I would go through every cupboard and figure out what supplies we have in the meantime.
And it’s not like I don’t have time to kill or anything.
Things have been pretty boring around here, but it’s also been nice, peaceful, calming.
The total opposite of my life back home, so I’m not really complaining.
“Of course I have alcohol. What kind of secret, cool hangout spot would this be without booze?” Dimitri asks with a quirked brow, and it has me giggling.
“So, let’s play a drinking game,” I start, but he groans in protest. “Come on, it’ll be fun. I promise.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” he huffs. But when I give him my best puppy dog eyes and pouty lip, he reluctantly says, “Okay, fine.”
“Okay?” I ask with a smile. “Yes!” I cry before pumping my fist in the air. “Finally, something fun.”
“Why do I have a feeling I’m going to regret this?” he mutters with an eyeroll.
I grab a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses and take them to the table where he’s currently sitting. I sit on the other side, facing him and say, “Let’s start with never have I ever. If you at some point have ever done the action in question, you have to drink.”
“I’m familiar with the rules,” he offers wryly.
“Okay, great. I’ll start. Never have I ever gotten drunk before.”
Obviously, we both drink to that. The vodka goes down smoothly, so I’m thankful for Dimitri having bought the good stuff instead of the cheap kind that burns your throat and makes you swear off drinking for the rest of your life.
“Your turn,” I offer.
“Never have I ever used someone else’s toothbrush,” he says, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk.
Damn it. I drink; he doesn’t. “Okay. Never have I ever gotten into a fight,” I say with a grin. Two can play this game.
He pours another shot and downs it. “If I didn’t know any better, Savina, I would think you’re trying to get me drunk,” he says.
“Me? Never,” I whisper coyly, and he laughs. God, it’s great to hear him laugh.
“Never have I ever run a marathon,” he says.
Neither of us drink, and I know he’s trying to slow down our alcohol intake.
Not that I can blame him. My head already feels fuzzy from the couple of shots I’ve taken.
And maybe it’s the liquid courage that makes me ask my next question.
“Never have I ever had sex in high school.” I watch intently as he doesn’t drink.
I cock my head to the side and ask him, “Did you even understand the question?”
“Yes,” he answers, and I can see the tension in his muscular arms.
“Did I not word it properly?” I ask, confused.
“You can word it any way you want.”
“Never have I ever had sex,” I say bluntly. And I watch as, once again, he doesn’t drink. “You know, if you’re not going to play by the rules…”
“I am playing by the rules,” he snaps.
I stare at him skeptically. If he’s never had sex before, then that means… “You’re a virgin?” I blurt out.
He hesitates and then slowly nods.
I wait for the punchline, for a crack, a smile, anything, but his gaze and expression remains stoic. “But all the girls in high school,” I start. “They talked about how big you were and —.” I stop abruptly, slapping my hand over my mouth. Damn this alcohol, aka truth serum.
“I’m not saying I’m totally innocent. I got my dick wet in a lot of mouths back then,” he says nonchalantly.
“But you never. They never. You never.” I can’t even complete a sentence right now. I’m completely and utterly flabbergasted.
“I’m a virgin, Savina,” he states bluntly, ending my senseless rant.
“But…why?” I stress. Dimitri is one of the hottest human beings on the planet.
He could have had any of the high school girls back then or, hell, even the teachers.
He could have anyone now. Why would he save himself?
And then a thought hits me so hard I almost can’t believe it.
And when I meet his gaze, I finally know the truth.
“You were saving yourself for me?” I squeak out.
And for the first time ever, I can tell that Dimitri is embarrassed. He half shrugs and then nods. I’ve never seen Dimitri so bashful and unsure about himself. It’s endearing. And so damn hot.
“I guess we were both waiting for each other,” I whisper.
“I guess so,” he whispers back.
I set my shot glass down; the silly game long forgotten.
The fire crackles softly in the background, filling the silence as we both stand.
We stare at each other from across the table, an overwhelming sense of desire stretching between us that I’ve never felt before.
Slowly, I move to the bed, sitting down at the edge and waiting for him to make the next move.
After a few moments, Dimitri walks over and sits beside me.
I stare at his profile and notice how hesitant he is, how, for the first time since I met him, unsure of himself he is; because in just a few short minutes, everything between us suddenly changed.
Our dynamic irrevocably shifted with his confession.
And now, butterflies take flight in my stomach at just the thought of him touching me. We’ve been fooling around for months, but this feels so different. Maybe it’s because before I always knew where we stood. Now, everything is so uncertain.
My pulse hammers in my throat as he turns to me.
He’s close, so close I can feel his breath on my cheek.
Something flickers in his gaze. Lust, yes, but something much deeper than that.
I can see his hunger, his pain and maybe even his fear.
This isn’t like before; because once we cross this line, there’s no going back.
His fingers lightly graze my cheek as he sweeps a piece of my hair from it and gently tucks it behind my ear. The action is so endearing that I find my breath catching in my lungs.
Our eyes meet for a fraction before his hand locks around the back of my neck and pulls my mouth to his.
This kiss isn’t sweet. It’s rough and raw, our lips crashing, our teeth clashing, like we’re at war with one another.
And I suppose we are. We always have been.
The only difference is that this time I don’t feel like one of us is losing.
Our clothes start to vanish between kisses, touches and strangled moans. When he slips out of the last article of clothing, his boxers, I stare down at his cock bobbing between his thick thighs. Oh god, this is really going to happen. And suddenly, the panic starts creeping in.
Perhaps sensing the change in me, Dimitri puts his index finger under my chin and tilts my face up until I meet his worried gaze.
“I can stop, privighetoare mic?,” he offers, his breath skirting across my lips.
He’s giving me an out. He’s giving me a choice. And for some reason, that makes my decision even clearer. All the doubts that were in my mind before immediately fly out the window.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I confess.
He leans forward, and we kiss again. This time it’s sweeter, slower, possessive. All the years of longing are poured into that kiss.
When we part this time, I can see the undiluted hunger in his eyes. He pushes me back on the bed, his gaze greedily raking down the length of my body. “You’re so beautiful, Savina,” he whispers in a confession.
He starts at my throat, and his lips slowly follow the lines of my body; kissing every part of me.
He cups my breasts in his hands, lavishing his tongue over my pebbled nipples, eliciting a moan from my throat.
My skin feels like it’s on fire everywhere he touches.
It feels like he’s worshipping me with gentle caresses and kisses.
And in that moment, I know I must mean a lot to him.
He’s taking his time. He’s savoring all of this instead of rushing into it.
Dimitri’s fingers graze my clit, and my back bows off the bed. I feel like a keyed-up instrument that only he knows how to play. And, oh god, does he play me well. The more he touches me, the wetter I grow between my thighs until I’m a squirming, quivering mess.
I’m on the verge of an orgasm when he suddenly stops and gives me his signature smirk. “Not yet. I’ve waited so long for this. I want to feel you come on my cock, privighetoarea mea mic?,” he growls.
His words have my body shivering in anticipation. And then he positions himself between my thighs, catching his weight on one of his arms as he stares down at me in awe. With his free hand, I watch him grip his cock, stroking it once, twice before lining it up with my entrance.
“Eyes on me,” he demands.
My gaze immediately meets his as he slowly starts to enter me. I let out a broken moan when he pushes his hips forward, tearing through my virginity, but the pain and the burn slowly ascend into something pleasurable. My breath hitches in my throat as tears fill my eyes and I stare up at him.
“I’ve got you,” Dimitri murmurs softly against my lips.
His dark brows knit together as he watches my face as if memorizing every detail and committing it to memory.
His cock feels impossibly thick inside me, and I groan as he stretches me to the point of it being painful.
He gives me a few minutes to adjust to him before ever so slowly, he pistons his hips forward, forcing me to take inch after glorious inch of his length.
“You’re being such a good girl for me,” he praises me.
And when his cock is finally buried to the hilt, he lets out a low, deep groan.
“Fuck,” he growls out, his eyes drifting closed. “Feels so good.”
I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, my fingers tangling in his dark hair as I bring his lips down to mine. The kiss is full of desire as he begins to methodically move his hips, moving in and out of me, while swallowing my moans and cries.
I never thought sex with Dimitri would be like this. I thought he would be rough, despondent, distant. But I’ve never felt so connected with another human being before in my entire life. I feel like we’re one spirit, moving fluidly together.
His huge cock gently rocks in and out of me as my hands explore his muscular back, tracing over the tattoos on his skin. He’s covered in my drawings. Mine. He’s mine.
“I’m yours,” he breathes against my lips.
I must have said the last part out loud, but I don’t care. He is mine. And I’m his.
My pussy clenches uncontrollably around his length as an orgasm begins to unfurl deep within my belly. My heart is racing. My blood feels like it’s boiling inside of my veins. A slow-burning flame of desire licks its way up my spine until I’m trembling uncontrollably under him.
As if sensing my impending ascent, Dimitri begins to piston his hips, filling me with hard, driving thrusts, his face taut and brows drawn together with the strain of controlling himself. “Be a good girl and come for me, Savina,” he demands.
Each brutal stroke of his cock fills me up and destroys me all at the same time until all that’s left is ecstasy. I moan in desperation and cry out his name as deep, violent pleasure blooms from deep within me and spills out of every pore in my body.
Dimitri groans and thrusts impossibly deeper before suddenly pulling out. He grips his hard cock, stroking it as he shudders through his own powerful release. Thick ropes of his come coat my pussy and stomach, and I watch in awe as he takes the palm of his hand and rubs his seed into my skin.
“Mine,” he says darkly.
“Yours,” I agree breathlessly.
Collapsing beside me in the bed, he pulls me into his arms. “Fuck, I’ve only ever dreamed about this moment with you, privighetoare mic?,” he confesses before placing a kiss on top of my head.
“Was it just like your dream?” I ask him.
“No,” he says with a shake of his head. “It’s better than I ever could have even imagined. It’s like heaven on earth being wrapped up in your arms and in between your thighs.”
I can’t help but smile. I’m happy. So damn happy.
And I know that Dimitri is too. But my smile starts to falter when I realize that all of this is only temporary.
It’s only a matter of time before our fathers find us and drag us back to reality.
A reality where Dimitri and I can never be together.
And the thought of leaving this cabin and the little happy bubble we have created here has a chill running up my spine, causing me to shiver violently.
Dimitri, probably thinking that I’m cold, pulls me closer and wraps a blanket around us, tucking me in.
“I want to stay here forever,” I whisper out loud, hoping that my wish will somehow, against all odds, come true.
“Me too, privighetoarea mea mic?,” he whispers.
Feeling emotional, I strip off the blankets and straddle his lap.
Dimitri’s cock springs back to life under me, his growing erection pressing against my inner thigh as I lean down and press my lips against his.
I pour my heart and soul into that kiss as a myriad of emotions crash through me.
If I only have a certain number of seconds, hours, days left with Dimitri, I’m going to make them count.
I want to hold on to these memories in the future and look back on them fondly.
I want to remember what it felt like to be with someone I truly love.
Reaching down, I grip his thick cock and line it up with my entrance. Dimitri lets out a low groan as I slowly sink down on his length.
“Again?” he growls out in surprise.
“Again. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop,” I beg him.
“Your wish is my command,” he murmurs before gripping my thighs and thrusting his hips.
That night we make love like time has no place here. Seconds turn into minutes. Minutes turn into hours. The only thing that exists on the planet right now is this little cabin in the woods and us.