Chapter 14 Tatiana #2
I don't know why, but I lean forward and press my forehead against his as his hand comes up to cup my cheek again, and when he tips his chin up and his lips brush mine, I don't back away. Something inside me ignites in a spark, and I want to know what this feels like.
The kiss is desperate and messy and his hands tangle in my hair and pull me closer while I grip his shirt. Everything I've been holding back for days comes pouring out in the way I kiss him like I'm drowning and he's the only thing keeping me above water.
He shifts on the bed and pulls me into his lap without breaking the kiss. My legs wrap around his waist automatically, and his hands slide under my shirt to press against bare skin as his mouth moves to my neck and I tip my head.
This is wrong. This is the worst possible decision I could make. But I can't seem to make myself stop.
His hands pull my shirt over my head and toss it across the room. My bra follows seconds later, and then his mouth is on my breast and I arch into him with a gasp.
"You're so fucking beautiful." His teeth graze my nipple and I dig my fingers into his shoulder. "I've wanted this since the first time I saw you."
I can't form words when his tongue circles my nipple before sucking it into his mouth.
The sensation shoots straight between my legs and I rock my hips against him seeking friction.
His other hand comes up to palm my other breast and he rolls the nipple between his fingers while continuing to work the first one with his mouth.
"God, I want you," I moan, and I feel him smile against my skin.
"Say it again." He releases my nipple with a wet pop and moves to the other one. "I want to hear you say my name while I make you fall apart."
"Dimitri." I thread my fingers through his hair and hold him against me. "Please."
"Please what?" He bites down gently, and I cry out. "Tell me what you want."
"Touch me." I'm not above begging at this point. Between the strange chemistry that's been building between us and the buzz of the vodka, I don't even want to resist him anymore. I want his dick inside me making me come so hard, I forget my name.
He releases my breast and his hands move to my pants. He pops the button open and slides the zipper down too slowly until I lift my hips and he pulls my pants down along with my underwear in one smooth motion. I'm forced to stand temporarily, and he grins at seeing me there.
The cool air hits my bare skin, and I shiver. He tosses my clothes onto the floor and then his hands are on me, guiding me to the bed.
It's his turn to stand and shed his shoes and jacket as I lie down in front of him, and he spreads my thighs. "Spread wider," he growls in a lusty tone. "I want to see all of you."
I let my knees fall open, and his hands slide up my inner thighs. His thumbs brush close to where I need him most but don't quite touch me there. He's teasing me, and from the look on his face, he's enjoying every second of it.
"You're already so wet." One thumb swipes through my folds and my hips jump. "I can see how much you want this."
"Stop teasing." I reach down to grab his wrist, but he catches my hand and pins it to the bed beside my hip.
"I'll touch you when I'm ready." He leans down and presses a kiss to my inner thigh. "And not a second before."
Then Dimitri's mouth moves higher, and I hold my breath waiting for him to reach where I'm aching for him. But instead he switches to my other thigh and starts pressing kisses there too. Slow, torturous kisses that make me want to scream with frustration.
"Please." I'm definitely begging now. "Dimitri, please." I want him so much, it hurts.
"Since you asked so nicely." His breath ghosts over my center and then his tongue is on me, and I see stars.
He licks a slow stripe from bottom to top before circling my clit with his tongue. The sensation is overwhelming and I grip the sheets beneath me trying to ground myself. He does it again and again until I'm rocking my hips against his face chasing more pressure.
His hands grip my thighs and hold me in place while his tongue works me over. He alternates between broad strokes and focused attention on my clit until I can't tell where one sensation ends and another begins. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I nearly come off the bed.
"Oh, God." My back arches and my thighs try to close around his head but his hands keep me spread open. "Don't stop."
He doesn't stop. Instead he slides one finger inside me while his mouth continues its assault on my clit. The dual sensation makes my vision blur, and I can feel the orgasm building low in my stomach. Then he adds another finger and curls them upward, hitting a spot that makes me moan and writhe.
"That's it." He pulls back just enough to speak against my swollen flesh. "I can feel you getting close. Let go for me."
His fingers move faster and his mouth returns to my clit with renewed intensity.
The pressure builds and builds until I can't hold back anymore.
The orgasm crashes through me, and I grunt his name while my entire body tenses then settles into a series of convulsions and twitches.
He works me through it with his fingers and tongue until the waves finally subside and I collapse back against the pillows.
I may be drunk and a bit emotional, but that was the best orgasm I've ever had in my life and I want more.
"Beautiful." Dimitri pulls his fingers out slowly and brings them to his mouth. "You taste even better than I imagined."
I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he sucks his fingers clean. My body's still humming from the orgasm, but I can already feel desire building again when I see the bulge straining against his pants.
He stands up and strips off his remaining clothes. When he's finally naked, I can see exactly how much he wants this. His dick is hard and flushed and there's already precum beading at the tip. He wraps his hand around himself and strokes slowly while looking at me spread out on his bed.
"Turn over." When he speaks now, something inside me wants to obey him, like he's put a spell on me and I’m in a trance. "On your hands and knees."
I flip onto my stomach and push myself up into position. The vulnerability of the pose makes my pulse flutter, but there's also something thrilling about presenting myself to him like this. His hands run down my back and over my ass before gripping my hips.
"Look at you." One hand slides between my legs and finds me still dripping. "So ready for me."
Then he positions himself behind me and I feel the head of his cock press against my entrance. He pushes in slowly, and the stretch makes me gasp into a pillow. He's bigger than anyone I've been with before, and it takes a moment for my body to adjust.
"Breathe." One hand rubs soothing circles on my lower back. "You can take it."
I force myself to relax and he slides in deeper, inch by inch, until he's buried completely inside me, where he holds still for a moment and I feel him throbbing.
"You feel incredible." His hands slide to my hips as I adjust and feel him pressing into my back wall. "So tight and perfect."
"Move." I thrust back against him. "Please move."
He pulls out almost completely before sliding back in, and I moan a low, delicious sound. This is incredible. When he finally starts thrusting, the angle has him hitting deep inside me, and I can't do anything except hold onto the sheets and take what he's giving me.
"You take my dick so well." One hand releases my hip and tangles in my hair. He tugs just hard enough to make my back arch more. "God, your ass puckers every time I bottom out. So fucking hot."
The dirty talk combined with the relentless pace pushes me closer to another edge. His other hand slides around to my front and his fingers find my clit. He circles it in time with his thrusts and it makes coherent thought impossible. Dimitri owns every inch of me and now even I know that.
"I'm close." The words come out broken between gasps. "I'm so close."
"You like it rough?" He tugs my hair harder and his fingers press more firmly against my clit. "I want to feel you come around me."
"God, yes," I whimper, clenching on him to try to build more sensation for him.
"Good girl." He releases my hair and both hands grip my hips again. "Such a good fucking girl for me."
When he pulls out and flips me onto my back, I can barely catch my breath. Then he's pushing back inside from this new angle and I wrap my legs around his waist automatically. The change in position has him hitting different spots, and I can already feel oversensitivity mixing with pleasure.
"I want to see your face when I come." He braces himself on his forearms on either side of my head. "I want you to watch me lose control."
His hips snap forward faster now, and I can tell he's getting close.
The muscles in his arms are tense and there's a sheen of sweat covering his skin.
I reach up and run my hands down his back, feeling the flex of his muscles with every thrust as my own climax begins to build again. This man is making me lose my mind.
"Deeper," I plead.
"You feel so good." His voice is strained. "So fucking good wrapped around me."
I pull him down into a kiss that's all tongue and teeth. He groans into my mouth and his rhythm becomes more erratic. One of his hands slides down to grip my thigh and pull my leg higher, opening me up even more.
The new angle has him going impossibly deeper, and I break the kiss to gasp for air.
His mouth moves to my neck, and he sucks hard enough to leave a mark.
The possessiveness of it sends another jolt of pleasure through me even as the second orgasm hits me even harder than the first. My vision goes white, and I can't stop the groans of pleasure while my entire body convulses.
He keeps thrusting through it, prolonging the waves until I'm boneless and trembling.
"Oh, God, oh, my God," is all I can say over and over while he fucks me through the spasms and convulsions, and then he tenses.
"Where do you want me to come?" He bites down on my shoulder. He’s holding back.
"Inside." I dig my nails into his back. "Fucking fill me," I grunt, still reeling in aftershocks.
That's all the permission he needs. His thrusts become punishing and his breathing gets heavier. I watch his face as he gets closer, and there's something intimate about seeing him like this, vulnerable and out of control.
"Tati…" he groans, eyes locked on mine. Then, "Fuck, I'm coming."
He buries himself as deep as he can go, and I feel him pulse inside me. His whole body goes rigid and his face contorts with pleasure. He keeps moving through it until he finally collapses on top of me, breathing hard against my neck.
We lie there for several minutes while our breathing slowly returns to normal. His weight on me is crushing but grounding at the same time. He tethers me to the reality that I'm safe here in his bed and he's not letting anyone touch me but him.
Eventually, he rolls off me and onto his back beside me. We stare at the ceiling in silence, and I become acutely aware of the mess between my thighs and the way my body is still humming from two intense orgasms.
My mind's a mess of conflicting emotions. Part of me can't believe I just had sex with him. Part of me wants to do it again. Part of me is frustrated with myself for giving in when I should be focused on staying alive.
"You should stay here." His voice filters down through my thoughts. "My penthouse is the only safe place for you right now."
I turn my head to look at him. "What?"
"The Kozlovs are looking for you." He props himself up on one elbow to face me. "Your apartment isn't safe. The only place I can guarantee your protection is here where I can watch you myself."
The logical part of my brain knows he's right.
If men are after me—and they've already broken into my apartment and hurt Lena to prove they are—then I need to be somewhere they can't reach me. But isn’t staying with him equally as dangerous?
I mean, I know who he is now. What if I end up falling for him?
I don't like the idea of telling my foolish heart not to fall in love with a man who kills people for a living.
But where else will I go? I'm trapped by the circumstance as much as by his lock and key. "Yeah, okay," I say reluctantly.
"Good." He gets up from the bed, and I try not to stare at his naked body as he walks across the room to his bar cart. He pours vodka into a glass and brings it back to me. "Drink this and get some rest. You look exhausted."
I take the glass and sip it while watching him pull his clothes back on. The casualness of it makes this whole situation feel even more surreal. "Where are you going?"
"I have business to tend to." He tugs on his slacks, buttons his shirt, and doesn't elaborate on what that means. "Lock the door behind me and don't open it for anyone except me or Gleb."
"How long will you be gone?" I pull the sheet up to cover myself, suddenly feeling exposed lying naked in his bed.
"A few hours." He leans down and kisses my forehead in a gesture that's surprisingly tender. "Try to sleep."
Then he's gone and I'm alone in his bedroom with a glass of vodka and the lingering feeling of his hands all over my body.
And I can't help but feel like things just got infinitely worse for me. Not better like he hoped.