He dipped his head, dragging a nipple into his mouth and I cried out. His control gone, his hips worked like pistons. He rode me hard and fast, my moans louder with each thrust. He pressed his mouth onto mine, swallowing my screams of pleasure. I was lost, everything forgotten except this powerful man that fucked me with unrelenting strength, grunting and wild.
I strained to take every single solid inch of him, crying out his name each time his cock slammed into me with a brutal force. He rammed faster into me. As he fucked harder, I swore he grew thicker inside me. I gasped, aching; my pussy squeezing him for all he could give me.
“Ohhh!” I lost it as the climax shot through me, and a scream rippled from my throat. He muffled it with his mouth just as I muffled his roar of pleasure; he followed me right off the cliff. The burst of his seed shot inside me, both our breathing ragged.
My body shuddered with Dimitry still inside me, his weight on me. He had made me feel alive and my body hummed with pleasure.
“We’ll be descending in ten minutes.” The captain's voice sounded over the speaker, and with startling realization, I remembered where we were.
“Oh shit,” I muttered embarrassed, burying my face into Dimitry’s bicep. “Please tell me we were quiet and there is no chance in hell they heard us.
He chuckled softly, relaxed lines on his face. God, he was breathtaking when he was relaxed like this. “Sure, nobody heard us.”
He pressed his lips on my mouth, his hands roamed my body and just like that my body stirred back to life.
“Dimitry-” his name left my lips on a moan. He just made me burn and orgasm twice. And I wanted him again.
He stopped and pressed his forehead against mine. “When we get to my place, we’ll have all the time in the world.”
His statement was full of promises and my body swelled with excitement. We both rushed to get up and got dressed in a hurry. I combed my fingers through my hair, hoping I could come out of this room looking decent. Throwing a glance in the mirror there was no mistaking what we had been doing. My lips were swollen from Dimitry’s kisses and I looked utterly pleasured.
Dimitry came behind me and placed a kiss on my neck, his heat instantly seeping into me. Our eyes met in the mirror and his grey eyes like two burning silvers.
“How is it possible that you had never been with a man?” His voice was deep, his body pressing against my back.
I shrugged my shoulder, my gaze locked with his. I wasn’t ashamed, although being more experienced would have probably served me better with someone like Dimitry. “I’m not exactly inexperienced.”
He groaned against my ear, his hard shaft pressing against my butt. “Don’t I fucking know it, milaya. I can’t wait to take my sweet time with you, make you beg for more.”
I smiled on that promise. “Or maybe I’ll make you beg?” I teased him. He still waited for my answer. “In the beginning, I didn’t want to rush it. Then I wanted someone that made sparks fly. Weeks turned into months, months into years and here I am.”
“Unbelievable,” he murmured softly.
I turned around to face him and wrapped my arms around him. “I did pretty much everything else though.”
He growled, actually growled at me. “You will only do those things with me. You are mine now.”
I was never much for possessiveness, but with Dimitry, it made me hot. I liked how he staked his claim, he didn’t pretend to be something he wasn’t. His hands took my butt roughly and pulled me into him, his hard cock pressing against my belly.
“Anastasia, do you understand?” His eyes were demanding and consuming grey steels.
I placed my palm against his chest, his heart beating strong. “I’m yours, Dimitry. But don’t go all he-man on me.”
“I’ll try, milaya.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Dimitry
Once the plane landed, my men secured the area and I took Anastasia into a bulletproof vehicle. It might have been overboard, but I wasn’t going to take any chances with her life. Boris was going through great lengths to get to her and I would be stupid not to take all the precautions I could. Our escort drove separately, one car in front of us and the other behind us.
I still couldn’t believe she was a virgin. I wasn’t a man that could be easily surprised, but Anastasia kept surprising me. The possessive, selfish man in me relished in the knowledge that I was the only one she had sex with. I wanted to be the only one for the rest of our lives.
Glancing over, I caught her yawning.
“Tired?”
“A bit,” she answered, followed up with another yawn. “It’s been a crazy few weeks. Honestly, I can’t wait to crawl into my own bed back home and sleep for days.”