My body belongs to him now. He commands it.
"I can barely fit in this tiny thing," he growls like he's mad about it, trying to work his fingers inside of me. "You're going to make me work for it, aren't you, little one?"
"Yes," I sob, not sure what I'm even saying.
"Good girl." He nips my thigh and then sucks on my clit again, working his fingers in and out of me. It feels strange, but so good. Until he touches some place inside me that feels even better.
I nearly levitate off the bed.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you, Magic?"
"Yes! Oh, God, Dimitri," I gasp, my core clenching.
He does it again, stroking his fingers firmly against the spot as he sucks on my clit at the same time. I wail as an orgasm tears through me, completely decimating me. Blood rushes in my ears in a roar of sound, the room going black around me.
I fall limp beneath him, gasping for breath and shaking.
When I come back to myself, he's undressed, prowling up the bed toward me. I lose my breath all over again. Oh, my goodness. He's beautiful. Golden brown skin and gorgeous tattoos over perfectly sculpted muscles.
His erection juts from his body, thick and proud.
"Dimitri," I breathe. "You're so beautiful."
His cock jumps, making me jump.
He chuckles, crawling over me. "I like knowing you like looking at me, little one," he murmurs, nuzzling his nose against mine. "It makes me feel like a fucking king."
"You look like a king."
"And you look like a goddess." He runs his hand down my side. "This soft, curvy body drives me wild, Magic. I love these wide hips and this round belly. I fucking love knowing that you'll be able to take me."
"I can take you," I whisper, tipping my head back to meet his gaze.
"Brave little Snow." He brushes his mouth against mine, hitching my leg up around his hip. "Are you ready to be mine, little one?"
"So ready."
"I'll be gentle with you." He reaches between us, wrapping his fist around his erection to run it through my folds. We both groan in pleasure. "Fuck, you're going to blow my mind. I already know it." He runs the head of his cock around my entrance, teasing me again.
"Dimitri," I moan.
"There it is," he growls. "Say my name just like that, Snow."
"Dimitri," I moan again.
He growls and pushes into me.
I sob, writhing beneath him. It hurts and doesn't hurt at the same time as he stretches me slowly, filling me inch by decadent inch. I dig my nails into his back, my eyes rolling back in my head. He's so big, so hard. I thought it would hurt more, yet it doesn't. It feels…like I'm finally complete.
His lips chase mine, silently demanding a kiss. I give it to him, eagerly, willingly. I taste myself on his lips, the salt of my tears mixed with the taste of my orgasm. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth, stealing my breath. And tears through my hymen at the same time. A stab of pain goes through me, there and gone just as quickly.
"I love you, Magic," he breathes, his voice so full of wonder, it sends tears spilling down my cheeks. "I love you."
"I love you too," I cry, writhing in delight.
He kisses my tears away before finding his way back to my mouth. Somehow, his kiss is tinged with adoration and possession at the same time, as if he feels both in equal measure.
He surges forward, driving deeper into me.
I cry out into his mouth, overwhelmed by pleasure.
"Fuck, yes," he growls, driving deeper still. Until his hips come to rest against mine and he's sheathed within me. His predatory, triumphant growl turns my blood to lava.
"More," I plead.
"More?"
He moves like a storm, surging forward, striking deep, and then backing off to do it again. I get lost in the rhythm, floating on a cloud of ecstasy. He fucks me hard, but kisses me sweetly, breathing devotion into me as I try to pull him closer, unwilling to separate even an inch.
Heaven bursts to life inside me, dancing and spinning and twisting beneath my skin and through my veins as he introduces me to what it means to truly be alive. In his arms, in this bed, I find my purpose. It's him. It's this. It's us.
Wordless sobs pour from my throat, spilling like music into the room around us. He growls when he hears them and goes harder. The bed creaks with each hard thrust, the headboard tapping against the wall.
He's dark and light as he makes love to me, his hands and mouth worshipful even as he drives into me with wicked, powerful thrusts. He doesn't claim my soul. I give it to him willingly. It's his to take. I think it always has been.