"I'm never letting you go," he breathes. "Never, little one."
I cling to him as the coil inside my belly tightens. One powerful sensation piles on top of another, driving me toward the edge of the cliff. His teeth close around my nipple as the root of his erection grinds against my clit.
I shout as the coil snaps, and I drown in bliss.
Dimitri bellows my name, slamming into me without rhythm. Once. Twice. Three times. His erection jerks, a loud groan rippling through the room, as he spills into me. My inner muscles clench, demanding everything he has. He gives it to me without reservation, making a sticky mess of both of us.
We ride it out together…collapse together. He lands against me, his head between my breasts, his big body trembling. I cling to him, floating on air. Happier than I've ever been.
If this is what it means to love him, I'll never, ever stop.
Chapter Nine
Dimitri
"I want something," Snow whispers, running her fingers through my hair.
"Name it."
"I want to go see Sheriff Armstrong tomorrow."
I freeze with my hand on Quack, who pouted until I let his little ass onto the bed with us after I let them out of the safe room. He's warming up to me. So are Rosy, Rabbit, and Diz. Sloth doesn't really seem to give a shit about much but naps, mealtime, and Snow. Shaman and Bear are the holdouts.
They were both pissed I locked them in the safe room. But they calmed down once they saw that their human is perfectly fine. Bear keeps giving me the side eye, though. I'm almost positive he's mentally running through a list of ways he can fuck me up. The damn dog may have Dante beat for crankiest motherfucker I know.
"You want to go see Sheriff Armstrong tomorrow," I repeat, just to make sure I heard her correctly.
"Yes."
I sit up, carefully sliding Quack off the bed. Once he's on his feet on the floor, I flip Snow onto her back, coming down over her.
"Explain," I growl.
"I want to tell him everything," she whispers, staring up at me in complete peace. There's no indecision in her blue eyes. No sadness or sorrow. Just peaceful acceptance. "I'm eighteen. He can’t force me to go home or see her if it's not my choice, but he can stop her."
"Snow, little one…"
"I know," she says.
I narrow my eyes at her in question. "You know what?"
"That I'm going to lose my dad's company. Maybe even more than that." She shrugs. "It doesn't matter, Dimitri. Running and hiding aren't what he'd want for me. If he were here, he'd give it all up himself if it meant setting me free." She reaches for me, brushing her fingers through my hair. "He'd give it all up if it meant setting you free."
"Fuck," I growl. "Dante told you."
"Don't be mad at him," she whispers. "He's afraid he's going to lose you. You want to protect me, but if doing it means destroying you, I don't want to be protected. You'd never be able to live with yourself if you ordered her death. That isn't who you are."
All this time, I've been plagued with doubt, afraid of pulling her deeper into this life and tainting her. But I've been blind. Because there is no spoiling Snow, no tainting her. Her heart is pure and true.
"Marry me."
She blinks at me.
"Marry me, Snow," I growl, shoving my thigh between hers as I lean down, lingering over her sweet mouth. "Say you'll be mine in every way, little one. I won't rest until you're tied to me in every way humanly possible."
"You want to marry me?" she whispers.
I groan, claiming her mouth in a hard kiss. My hands sink into her silky hair, tilting her head to angle it. I drag her leg up my thigh, grinding my hard cock against her wet slit, unable to help myself.
Her hands fly to my shoulders, her moan echoing around the room.
"Say yes," I demand, using pleasure to get what I want. It's a dick move, but I don't care. I'll use whatever I have to use to get her to agree to be my wife. She can be angry with me later. I'll fuck her happy again. "Agree to marry me, Magic."
"Dimitri, please," she pleads, her back bowing beneath me.
I press my cock to her opening, slowly pushing it into her. I give her just the tip, breaching her opening with the fat head and then pulling out. Over and over again. I'm not sure which of us loves it more. Which of us hates it more.
"Dimitri," she whines. "Please. Oh, please."
I pump my hips, pushing the head into her again. It's so fucking sensitive. Every time her walls close around it, my eyes threaten to roll back in my head. My balls throb, already aching for release.