Page 23 of Hated By the Boss

Because it was him, Dmitry, that made her body feel this way.

She raised dazed eyes to his, wanting and needing him to tell her what was going to happen next. Surely it couldn't just be this? Just couldn't be, right? And so her lips parted, and she found herself once again saying his name. "Dmitry?"

And third time proved to be the charm.

Because this time she didn't just see or hear the fierceness of his desire.

This time, she felt it, too.

The moment he came close and his large, strong hands clasped her face—-

Oh, how she felt it.

His hot, beautiful mouth crushing hers, his lips prying hers open, and then it was his tongue thrusting in—-

Oh God.

Slow, lazy strokes. Hard and fast stabs. His tongue knew every move there was to drive her crazy, and Tahey could feel herself steadily unraveling as his tongue continued to fuck her mouth in a way she had never dreamed of.

When he started sucking on her tongue, she could only gasp, and when he ordered her to do the same, she obeyed his command, tentatively then eagerly, so swept away that she found herself clutching at him - fingers first digging into the hard muscles of his arms, and when this wasn't enough, her hands moved up, and her arms eventually found their way around his neck.

The new position had Tahey's body molding instinctively against Dmitry's length, and the billionaire released a rough growl in her mouth at the feel of her nipples scraping his chest.

His kiss deepened even as he knew that he should take things slow and easy.

This was her first time, dammit.

He should be gentle and tender.

But then he heard Tahey whimper and felt her wriggling closer to his body—-

Fuck.

Fuck gentle. Fuck tender.

Fuck.

Tahey could only whimper anew when Dmitry suddenly swept her up in his arms without breaking his kiss. A moment later, and her heart was banging away against her chest, with the unmistakable feel of a soft, luxurious bed molding against her back.

Oh God.

For one moment, she was terrified, knowing that once Dmitry made her his, there would be no going back. No pretending that her feelings for him could be anything but love—-

But when he suddenly wrenched his mouth off hers and stared down at her as he asked—-

"Are you sure?"

The coldness inside of her thawed, the terror fading as the warmth of her feelings surged up.

She looked up at him, wanting Dmitry to see the truth in her eyes match her answer as she said simply, "Yes."

The weight of his body covered hers in the next instant, and she couldn't help but moan, couldn't help but wrap her limbs around the muscular length of his body. She had thought he would make her feel suffocated, but instead she found herself craving more of his weight. He was so much bigger and harder, and that he was made her feel so much more smaller and softer—-

Aaah!

His mouth had suddenly latched on to the side of her neck, sucking hungrily at a rather sensitive spot that she never even knew existed until that moment. Her eyes closed, and her neck arched. Her nails scraped his back, and her body began to writhe. But still he went on, sucking for such a long time that she could almost believe he was a vampire claiming her for eternity.

When his mouth finally lifted, she was able to breathe a little more easily, but it was a short-lived reprieve, and soon she found herself panting once more, with Dmitry now working on getting rid of her clothes.

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