Page 75 of Hidden Empire

“Yes, you are,” he agrees, crushing our lips back together.

We’re fully making out now, a heated mess of tongues and teeth, each kiss more fevered than the last. It’s getting hot just to touch him, my hands blazing against his chest. I feel like we should take all of our clothes off and keep doing exactly this.

“Jade,” he groans, cupping my face. “Krasotka,” he rumbles more clearly. “Slow down, love. There’s no rush.”

My heart continues to race as I pant against his lips. He called me love.

“Maybe I want to rush.”

The ache inside of me has to be dealt with, or I might die. It’s so heavy, weighing in the pit of my center. The desire to jump Dmitri’s bones can not be cooled.

Thumb dragging down my bottom lip, he slowly shakes his head. “I want you slow,” he tells me, eyes following the movement of his hand. “I’m going to savor every moment I have with you for a long time before we take any steps further.”

“I—”

“Need some relief?” he guesses, stroking a bit of hair from my eyes.

I swallow, nodding steadily.

His hand glides from the end of my hair to the front of my skirt. Dmitri touches me through the fabric, only using one finger to tap against the area. “Do you need me here, baby?”

I nod adamantly, eagerly hissing, “Yesss.”

“Does this sweet little pussy need some attention?”

Oh fuck. New favorite word on Dmitri’s lips.

“Please,” I answer, trying not to squirm in his lap.

“You’re doing so good being patient for me,” he praises softly. “Keep kissing me, and I’ll show you how to make that little ache you have feel so much better.”

Loving that idea, I lean back in, pressing my lips to his. I feel him smile into our connection, eating up the obvious need I have for more.

That sultry grin only makes me want him more, but I kiss it off of his face, showing him how badly I want it.

“Straddle my thigh, Krasotka,” he instructs, helping me to follow the order by lifting me up. My legs part, and he positions his thick thigh right in the middle of mine.

It already feels better, feeling the slight friction against my pussy.

Keeping his hands on my hips, he squeezes the soft flesh there, and I moan.

“You have to try to stay quiet, baby,” he reminds me, kissing the sound from my lips. “Can you do that for me, or do you need something in your mouth to bite?”

I can think of something I want in my mouth, definitely not to bite on, though.

“I can do it,” I whisper, trying to sound confident.

Dmitri takes my word for it and kisses me sharply.

Just when I’m about to beg for more, he moves. It’s so slight, but it grows. He’s rocking his thigh under me, slowly warming me up. Slowly doesn’t last very long.

He guides my hips forward, and I gasp against his lips.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so fucking warm, Krasotka.”

When he moves my hips again, I sit down harder against his thigh.

“Ooooh,” I moan, dropping my head against his shoulder. “That’s… wow.”

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