Chapter 14 #2
Bea’s pulse spiked. She sat up, pulling her sweater over her head and tossing it aside. No bra. Just bare skin and the curve of her breasts. Dimitri’s gaze raked over her, hungry and possessive.
“All of it,” he said.
Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings, and slid them off slowly. Then did the same with her panties. She stood up before him completely naked, her chin lifted, her eyes defiant.
“Better?” she asked.
Dimitri’s jaw clenched. “You’re fucking perfect.”
He stripped off his own shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the scars that marked his skin. Then his belt, his pants and finally his boxer briefs. Until he was just as bare as she was.
Bea’s eyes dropped, taking in the sight of him, broad shoulders, lean muscle, scattering of tattoos and delicious dark hair. Then her eyes found the hard length of his cock, standing long, thick and proud.
“Get on the bed,” Dimitri said. “On your back.”
Bea obeyed, crawling onto the mattress and lying back against the pillows. Dimitri followed, his body covering hers, his weight pressing her into the silk duvet. He kissed her again, slower this time, his tongue sliding against hers, his hands roaming over her body.
“You want it rough?” he murmured against her throat.
“Yes.”
His teeth grazed her pulse point. “You want me to fuck you like I own you?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.” His words were sharp and demanding.
“Fuck me like you own me,” Bea breathed.
Dimitri groaned, his hips grinding against hers. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“At least give me something to remember you by old man.”
He laughed, low and dark, and slid one hand between her thighs. His fingers found her slick and ready, and he cursed under his breath. “Fuck, Bea. You’re soaked.”
“I told you I wanted you.”
“You’re going to take everything I give you,” he said, his fingers circling her clit with maddening precision. “Every. Fucking. Inch.”
Bea’s back arched. “Yes.”
He pushed two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and Bea cried out. “That’s it,” Dimitri growled. “Let me hear you.”
She was already trembling, her body coiling tight. He worked her with ruthless efficiency, his thumb pressing against her clit, his fingers stroking deep. “You’re going to come for me first,” he said. “And then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”
“Dimitri—”
“Come, Bea. Now.”
She shattered, her orgasm ripping through her with brutal intensity. She cried out, her nails raking down his back, her body clenching around his fingers. Dimitri didn’t stop, didn’t slow, just kept driving her higher until she was gasping for breath.
When she finally came down, he pulled his hand away and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. “You taste like heaven.” he groaned.
Bea’s chest heaved. “Stop talking and fuck me already.”
Dimitri’s eyes flashed. He grabbed her hips, flipping her over onto her stomach. “Hands and knees.”
Bea obeyed, pushing herself up, her ass in the air. Dimitri’s hand came down on her ass, hard, and she yelped.
“Birth control?” he said. “I’m not wearing a fucking condom.”
“Yes, I get the shot.”
He positioned himself behind her, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance.
Then he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
The noise that left Bea’s mouth was something unhinged.
“Fuck,” Dimitri groaned. “You feel so fucking good.”
He didn’t give her time to adjust. He just started moving, hard, fast, relentless.
His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he pounded into her.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, obscene and perfect.
“You’re mine now baby,” Dimitri growled then thrusted. “Say it.” Another thrust
“Yours,” Bea gasped.
“Louder.”
“I’m yours!”
“That’s right.” He leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back, his mouth at her ear. “You’re mine, Bea. Every inch of you. Every breath. Every moan. Mine.”
She was already close again, her body wound tight. “Dimitri-“
“You’re going to come on my cock,” he said. “And I’m going to fill you up. You understand?”
“Yes, fuck, yes!”
His hand slid around to her clit, rubbing tight circles. “Come for me, Bea. I can’t wait to feel you clench around me.”
She came apart with a broken cry, her body clenching around him. Dimitri cursed, his rhythm faltering, and then he too was coming, hard and deep, his hips jerking as he spilled inside her.
They collapsed together onto the mattress, both breathing hard, their bodies slick with sweat.
For a long moment, neither of them moved.
Then Dimitri pulled out slowly, rolling onto his back and pulling Bea against his chest.
She went willingly, her head resting over his heart, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
Bea smiled. “Better than okay.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I like hearing that.”
They lay there in silence, the fire crackling softly, the world outside forgotten.
“Dimitri?” Bea said after a while.
“Yeah?” he answered sleepily
“Thank you.”
“For what?” a little more awake now.
“For not treating me like I’m broken.”
His arms tightened around her. “You’re not broken, Bea. It’s becoming clear that you’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever met.”
She closed her eyes, letting his words sink in. For the first time in years, she felt at peace, maybe even a little safe.