Chapter 37 Sienna
SIENNA
Dimitri’s gaze held me in a trance. Or was it Declan?
The boundaries between us distorted, blurring the lines about where we stood, but not about what I wanted.
I squeezed my thighs together to ease the ache from my denied orgasm as I waited for him on my knees, lips parted to take his cock.
It strained against his stomach, thick and ruddy and dripping pre-cum.
I should have protested his degrading treatment, the way he claimed ownership over my body and my pleasure. But no matter how much I whined, the truth was that I fucking loved it.
And he knew it.
I could finally let go, quiet the ever-present chaos in my mind, and just feel.
He gripped my jaw, entwined fingers in my damp hair, and thrust into my mouth.
The shock of it made me gag. He murmured low words and eased almost all the way out, giving me a moment to catch my breath.
He thrust inside again, gentler this time so I could adjust to his size.
I sucked him down, forcing my throat to relax as he pushed deeper.
Dimitri let out a string of Russian I didn’t understand, but I savored the desperation in his voice, the abandon with which he moved his hips and guided my jaw exactly where he wanted me.
It wasn’t long before he came with a moan, fingertips digging into my skin, the chords of his throat straining. I swallowed quickly, desperate to take him all, to be his good girl again.
“Fuck, baby.” He gently pulled me to my feet.
I collapsed against his chest, and his arms surrounded me in a tight hug.
There were no words between us, just tender touches, glances, and unspoken words as we washed each other’s bodies.
My soapy hand ran up and down his cock. His fingers dug into my scalp as he massaged shampoo into my hair.
I was burning from the inside, desperate to come, but too relaxed to complain as he maneuvered me out of the shower.
He arranged me like a doll, moving my limbs where he wanted them until my skin and hair were dry.
He dried himself off with the same towel and dropped it on the floor before carrying me to bed.
The bed I’d been in several times during the witching hour, where nothing felt real.
Now, there was no turning away from what was happening—that we were choosing to be here, together.
He stretched out beside me, allowing no space between us as his rough hands cupped my breasts. Goosebumps pebbled on my skin as he skated his fingers down my body.
My eyes drifted shut. I was all sensation, surrounded by his heat and the rainstorm scent of his body wash. Two thick fingers pressed inside me, followed by a third. I whimpered at the stretch that straddled the border between pleasure and pain. “Your sweet pussy is so needy, squeezing around me.”
He lazily thrust his fingers in and out, each movement building my pleasure but keeping it just out of reach. My head thrashed and I grabbed his wrist, trying to get more. His smirk was so hot it made me want to punch his face.
“Do you think you’ve done enough to earn this?” he asked.
“Yes, please. I’ve been so good.”
His laugh skated over my cheek. “My little liar.” He withdrew his touch, leaving my body cold. “Roll over.”
He arched a challenging eyebrow until I relented and rolled over with a huff. His hand came down on my ass, making me squeal from the surprise sting.
“Very sassy for someone who just promised to be a good girl.”
He tugged up my hips and slid a pillow underneath me for support.
I melted into the mattress as he moved between my legs, forcing them wide apart around his broad body until I was completely exposed to him.
He cupped my sex and I ground against his hand, each movement causing a fresh jolt of pleasure.
“Please. Please let me come.” My cheeks heated at the humiliation of begging him, but I was so wound up I thought I might die if I didn’t come in the next few minutes. My pussy was so needy, my pulse throbbing in the swollen skin.
He pressed a soaked fingertip against my asshole. I flinched, but his firm grip held me still.
“Shh. I’m going to play with this ass because I’m in control of your body, your pleasure, and this is what I want.
” He rubbed more of my wetness against the hole until the tip of a finger slipped inside.
I’d never touched myself there, and I wasn’t sure what I thought about it, but it wasn’t long before I was arching into his touch, crying out for more.
He kissed a line up my spine. “My little slut.” His finger slipped into the second knuckle. “Desperate.” His teeth dug into my shoulder. “About to come from anal.”
My hands fisted the comforter, his words pushing me closer to the edge but not quite over it.
Sweat prickled my forehead, and my breaths came in ragged gasps.
Even the cool air against my damp skin was enough to overload my senses.
I was supposed to take more, but then his mouth was on my pussy.
A scream built in my chest as he ate me like a man starved, his finger gently thrusting into my asshole the entire time.
I came with a guttural cry, collapsing fully onto the bed while my body twitched with pleasure.
Dimitri’s body moved over mine, giving me the gentle pressure I needed to ride out the last waves of my orgasm.
The next moments passed like a dream. I was in that soft, floating space, half here and half somewhere else—dark and beautiful and perfect.
The pillow slipped out from underneath my hips and a warm washcloth cleaned between my legs.
Strong arms rolled me onto my side, surrounding me with their heat as he kept me pinned to his chest. I had yet to spend a full night in his bed.
Warning alarms blared, telling me to get up.
Retreat to my room. Disentangle myself from this man who made me feel too much.
But my eyelids grew heavy with sleep that usually struggled to draw near, and I didn’t have it in me to pull away.