“You make me feel like I can have it.”
He pulled out, the feel of his cock stroking the unused tissues erotically devastating. She wanted more. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he began to thrust, whispering such dirty, naughty things in her ear.
He fit as if he’d been made specifically for her. His heated scent became a sweet taste in her mouth as her lips roved the skin she could reach. Over and over he pushed in and pulled out and she followed his movements.
She was a wild thing, cognizant of only the need for Dmitry. It seemed they were running a race and in the distance a shimmering on the horizon.
“Give it to me, moja ljubimaja,” he commanded.
She didn’t know what he wanted. She’d given him her body and he was using it so well she never wanted it to end.
The shimmering became a white hot fire, and Dmitry moved faster, reaching so far inside her body, she had no idea where he ended and she began. She was there, hovering on a precipice and then he pushed her thighs toward her body, angled his hips and stroked once, twice and she was falling, falling, falling.
She exploded in a wave of incandescent sparks, wondering if they’d be able to find all the pieces of her. He stiffened above her, pressed into her once more and a tremor wracked his frame. His cock jerked and flexed inside her and she was once again flying.
She knew he whispered in her ear but the words were lost to her. He withdrew and she struggled to hold him on top of her but he moved, turning her on her side and pulling her into the shelter of his arms.
There was no time to process the pleasure, her body languishing in the throes of an ecstasy she’d not known possible. She had joined with Dmitry in the most elemental way and though sleep was creeping up on her, she smiled, acknowledging he had been right—she was changed and it was both lovely and frightening as hell.
She let the smile remain as her eyelids closed, blocking out the sun and giving her…peace.
Chapter Eleven
Dmitry watched her sleep through the day. He’d cleaned them both after he’d taken her, wiping her virgin’s blood from her legs and feeling a certain pride that he’d been the one she’d given that gift to. A soft knock of the door had brought them food, though it remained on this bedside table uneaten. He would not waste a single moment of their time here in this room. Dmitry had a feeling it wasn’t going to last long.
She did not talk in her sleep but occasionally her breathing would quicken and he would wonder if she was dreaming. He had fucked the vigilance right out of her it seemed, because she slept with abandon, arms thrown askew, legs twisted in the covers when they weren’t entwined with his.
A single taste would never be enough. Even now his body demanded he wake her up and take her again, solidify their bond and prove her she could not escape him. His gaze flowed over her exposed breasts, down over her smooth, flat stomach and over the graceful flare of her hips. Those hips cradled him so sweetly. He burned with her.
The promise of their kisses had been eclipsed by the storm of the mutual need. It had been beyond anything he’d ever known.
The sun was disappearing and Dmitry couldn’t help but feel his time with her was drawing to a close. He’d never been prone to misgivings but his instincts rarely lied. She stirred and he glanced up meeting her hazel gaze and smiling.
She licked her lips and his hips shifted, cock hard and ready for whatever the curve of her lips was vowing.
Bone surprised him. As hard as she was, her capacity for giving knew no bounds. He’d watched her “dance” as she called it with the children and the peace on her face had been glorious. He could have watched her movements forever, the flow, ebb, and tide of her body unmistakably, unknowingly erotic. Then she’d looked at him and given him her body and he’d known heaven in its clench.
She traced his lips with her fingertip and he made to bite it but she pressed her finger to his lips. “I have never known that kind of pleasure.”
“Neither have I,” he admitted.
He lay on his side resting his head on his hand. She lay on her back in the crook of his body, both of them tangled in the sheets. She glanced out the window. “I slept the entire day?”
“Yes. Your body was tired.”
She nodded. “So was my heart. I hurt my sisters earlier. I am close to being out of control. Normally the only one who can rein me in is Blade. You have proven there is another who can control what the devil created.”
She tried to smile to lessen the harshness of her words, but their point pierced his heart. “He is the devil, but you, Bone, you are not evil. Evil comes in many forms but not yours.”
Dmitry did not touch her. Now wasn’t the time. He’d become attuned to the subtle nuances that spoke of her moods and what she would and would not tolerate.