"Yes!" I sob, throwing my head side to side as pleasure wracks my body.
"And this is yours." He grabs my hand, pressing it to his erection. "No one has touched me since I was nineteen. No one else ever will again. It belongs to you now."
I try to wrap my hand around him, eager to feel him, but he tugs my hand away before I can, placing it back at my side. Before I can protest, he grinds his palm against me again, sending another bolt of pleasure spiraling through my system.
"Eyes on me, Magic," he breathes. "Let me see how bright you shine when you're coming apart at the seams for me." He tips my chin up with he free hand, and then pulls his hand away from my center.
I cry out in loss…only to cry out again when he immediately plunges his hand into my panties. His thumb runs over my slit, parting my soaked folds.
"Oh, fuck, yeah," he growls. "You're soaked, little one."
"Is that bad?" I sob, genuinely unsure how wet I should be at this stage. I've gotten myself off, but I've never felt like this. I've never had anyone to talk about sex with. I was always too shy.
"Fuck, no," he says, pressing his thumb to my clit. "It means you love what I'm doing to you."
"I do!" I cry, writhing against the wall. "It feels s-so good."
"Then keep your eyes on me and come, Magic," he says. "Let me take the pain away since Dream Me is a prick and didn't do it for you." His teeth sink into his bottom lip, his eyes locked on my face as he plays with me, doing things to my body that I'm quite sure it's not supposed to do. It's certainly never felt like this when I touched myself.
"W-why doesn't it f-feel like this when I-I do it?" I ask, fighting to keep my eyes on him like he demanded.
His nostrils flare. "One day real soon, you're going to play with yourself while I watch you do it, Snow. I want to see exactly how you touch yourself."
"You do it b-better."
He growls, jiggling his thumb against my clit as one thick finger presses into me, spreading me open. The combination of sensations sends me reeling out of reality into another dimension.
I cry out as I shatter into pieces. My legs collapse beneath me, dragging me toward the ground as fireworks light up behind my eyes, exploding in a shower of bright sparks. Dimitri catches me in his arms, dragging me up against his chest.
I melt into him, lost in a sea of perfection.
"Goddamn, you made that look good, Magic," he breathes, his lips against my ear. He presses a kiss to my throat, nuzzling me there. "I could watch that all day."
Color stains my cheeks as he pulls back, tucking hair behind my ears.
"I don't know what to say," I whisper, suddenly anxious and unsure. I've never been in this situation before. It's new and overwhelming. Mostly because I don't want it to end. Not now or today or tomorrow or ever. I want to keep having moments like this with him.
"You say whatever the hell you want to say," he says.
"How did you become a mafia man?" I blurt, the first thing that comes to mind. How does someone so good tie himself to the dark?
He blinks, his long lashes momentarily obscuring his eyes. But not before I see the well of grief he tries to hide. He lost someone.
My heart aches in protest of his pain.
Quack hops off his pillow and stretches before heading for the patio door.
Dimitri releases me, striding across the room to open the door to let him out. As soon as the others hear it open, they begin to stir, eager to go out too. A stampede ensues as they all rush out. Everyone except Sloth, anyway. He cracks one eye open, looks around and then huffs and lays his massive head back down in front of the fireplace.
I scurry across the room, hesitant to let them out by themselves. The compound is fenced, but it's still a new environment for them. I don't want to let them out of my sight yet.
Dimitri slips his hand into mine and we step outside together, watching in silence as the dogs scatter in every direction to explore the backyard. It's cool out, the grass still covered in dew, but the dogs don't mind. They're just glad to be outside again, I think.
The compound is interesting. There are multiple new homes and buildings scattered all over the property, all surrounded by a massive fence. The main house is a veritable fortress, massive and imposing. The others are smaller, but still qualify as mansions themselves. I'm not sure how many people live on the property, but everyone seems to gravitate toward the main house.