“Are you sure, Anastasia?” he murmured against my lips. “You deserve better.”
“So do you, Dimitry.” And he thought he wasn’t a good man! “I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything else in my life.”
I threw him a playful smile. “Now, Morskoy, you promised me I’d be able to kiss every one of your scars.”
He raised his eyebrow, his eyes twinkled with amusement. “I did?”
“Yes, you did.” I gently pushed him onto his back and he let me. Crawling up his strong body, my eyes lingered over every inch of it. I met his gaze, clouded with desire, and licked my lips. “And there are so many, so I’ll be busy for a while.”
I started with his scar on the upper left shoulder and worked my way down his chest. His strong legs kept brushing against me, although I had a suspicion he did that on purpose. I only made it to his abs before he rolled me over onto my back.
“My turn,” he murmured softly.
“I don’t have any scars,” I retorted in a sultry tone, laughing, but it died out as soon as he licked my neck, following the act with a kiss, then traveling down my collarbone, nibbling on the sensitive spot there.
“Ohhhh.” My voice echoed in our bedroom, breathy and needy. My body was an instrument only Dimitry knew how to play. He was the musician, orchestra, and conductor when it came to making my body respond to his touch.
His mouth trailed down my breast, over my stomach, lower still.
“I want to see what’s mine,” he grunted as he spread my legs. His eyes held a gleam of desire and almost reverence, roaming my body. “I want to tie you to my bed, and make you come over and over again until there is nobody for you but me.”
Those wicked words of his made me so hot and I felt the trickle of my desire run down my inner thigh. He saw it too, his finger reached for it and wiped it. Bringing his finger to his lips, he licked his finger clean and a soft moan left my lips.
“Tie me next time,” I whimpered, needy and husky. “There is nobody for me but you, Dimitry.”
With his warm, strong hands, he held my legs wide open for him and lowered his head. He gently nibbled the soft interior of my thighs, licking and kissing his way to my wet pussy. His looming presence invaded my heart and every ounce of my existence.
He rose on his haunches and glided smoothly inside me. Unlike previously, this time he moved slowly, taking his sweet time. Each time he pushed inside me, agonizingly slow, he hit my sweet spot and my back arched.
My fingers drove into his hair.
“More, Dimitry.” My tone was pleading, breathy, needy. “Please, it’s killing me.”
The next thrust was harder, more possessive. His fingers dug into my hips as he thrusted harder, each powerful push bringing me to new heights.
“Fuck.” The tortured groan left his lips. He plunged into me relentlessly and with each thrust my moans were louder.
“Oh, God.” I panted. “Don’t stop.”
He pulled out and powered back in, my legs opening wider for him. With each thrust he owned and dominated me. And with another hard push, pleasure burst through me; the orgasm shattering my body as my pussy clenched around his cock. He pushed in to claim the deepest part of me, and he followed me over the edge. He threw his head back, growling out his own release.
With my heart pounding wildly in my chest, I held his body, enjoying his weight on me.
“That wasn’t fair,” I pouted softly, my voice raspy. Although I wasn’t upset at all. “Now I have to start with kissing your scars all over again.”
His chest rumbled in the chuckled reply.
“I’m going to enjoy it.” He pulled me closer, tucking me into the crook of his arms. The fire was still going in the fireplace, throwing dancing shadows all across the room. “Want to move to the bed?”
“Maybe later.” I snuggled closer to him, and he pulled a blanket off the bed, covering both of us.
His phone buzzed and he reached for it, without moving away from our spot.
I felt him tense and I raised my head to meet his gaze. “Everything ok?”
“Nikolai has Olivia.”
“He already worked it out?” I blurted surprised or shocked; I wasn’t sure.