Page 16 of Between Power and Passion

"I'm fine," he says, though his eyes tells a different story. He adjusts himself carefully, avoiding pressure on his injury.

In that moment, I see the raw intensity of his emotions. Desire flares in his gaze, but something else lingers beneath the surface—uncertainty, perhaps, or the remnants of his earlier turmoil.

Before he can voice whatever is holding him back, I act on impulse. With a swift movement, I reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head, casting it aside. His eyes widen, his breath catching as his eyes roam over my newly exposed skin. I reach behind me, unclasping my bra with steady fingers, and slip the straps down my arms, baring myself fully to him.

I hold his gaze, seeing the spark of something dark and hungry ignite within the depths of his eyes. My heartbeat quickens as I sense his desire mirroring my own. Without breaking eye contact, I whisper, "Take me, please."

In response, his lips crash down on mine once more, desperate and hungry. I taste the salt of his skin, feel the scrape of his unshaven jaw against my cheek. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer still, eager to erase any remaining distance between us.

His hand trails down my arm, sparking a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Following the curve of my waist, his fingertips dip below the waistband of my skirt, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from me. I feel his smile against my skin as he gently grazes the spot just above my hip. His touch is electric, stoking the flame of longing that has been steadily growing within me.

I arch my back slightly, pressing myself more fully into his touch, encouraging him to continue his exploration. My skin tingles with anticipation, every nerve ending alive and attuned to his movements. With each caress, I feel myself falling further under his spell, willingly surrendering to the moment.

Dmitri's hand hesitates at the zipper of my skirt as if sensing the point of no return. Our eyes lock, a silent question passing between us. I offer him a slight nod, granting my consent. His fingers close around the zipper, slowly drawing it down, the metallic sound unbearably loud in the quiet room. The fabric parts, baring my body to him in a way that feels both vulnerable and liberating.

As the last barrier falls away, Dmitri's eyes trace the path of his hands, taking in every curve and hollow. His gaze lingers on the rapid rise and fall of my chest, my breasts heaving with the force of my heart's rapid rhythm.

His mouth closes around my nipple, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me. I can't suppress a sharp gasp as his tongue teases the sensitive peak. I feel his lips curve into a smile against my skin as his hand cups my other breast, fingers gently kneading the soft flesh.

I let out a low moan, arching my back to offer him better access. My body is alive with sensation, every nerve screaming for more. His hand leaves my breast, trailing down my stomach, causing me to shiver as his fingertips draw lazy circles on my skin.

With each touch, I grind my hips against him, seeking relief from the ache building inside me. He chuckles softly, the vibrations tickling my sensitized skin as he continues his path downward. I feel his breath ghost over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, causing me to squirm with anticipation. Then, his hand slips beneath the silken triangle of my panties, finding the wet heat between my thighs. My breath catches in my throat as his fingers begin to explore, circling and teasing in a way that has me writhing beneath him. No one has ever touched me like this before, and the sensation is overwhelming.

I gaze down at him, watching as his eyes, dark with desire, take in the sight of me sprawled before him, naked and wanting. This man, so intense and mysterious, has reduced me to a pool of need, and I find myself reveling in the loss of control.

His fingertips graze my most sensitive spot, and a sharp gasp escapes my lips. No one has ever seen me like this—completely bare and vulnerable. But I can't bring myself to care as his touch ignites a fire within me that demands to be fed. I reach for him, urging him to continue.

"Don't stop," I whisper breathlessly, my entire body thrumming with need.

Dmitri's thumb presses against me, finding a spot that sends sparks of pleasure coursing through my body. I can't hold back the guttural moan that escapes my throat as he teases and circles, his touch confident and sure. My hips buck involuntarily in a silent plea for more.

I'm on fire, and I'm helpless to do anything but surrender to the onslaught of sensations. And then, with a final, exquisitely deft touch, I shatter. My eyes snap shut as a rush of pleasure explodes within me, my body convulsing as I cry out his name.

"Dmitri!"

The force of my climax leaves me trembling, my breath coming in sharp gasps. But Dmitri isn't done.

I barely have a chance to register the loss of his touch before I feel his breath tickling my inner thigh. With a gentle but sure motion, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly peels them away, baring me fully to his gaze.

I'm aware of my heart hammering in my chest as his eyes roam over me, drinking in the sight of my nakedness. For a moment, we're both still, caught in this charged silence. Then he's leaning in, his breath warm against me. I suck in a sharp breath as his lips brush ever so softly against my most intimate place. It's a light touch, sending shivers racing through my body.

"Oh," I breathe, my hands flying to his head as I try to stop him. "What are you doing?"

But he ignores my question, capturing my hand and pressing a kiss to my palm before placing it back at my side. With gentle insistence, he holds me there, a silent command for me to stay put. I don't have time to protest before I feel the soft swipe of his tongue. The sensation sends a bolt of pleasure straight to my core, and I dig my heels into the bed, fighting the urge to buck my hips.

"Oh God," I whisper, my eyes screwing shut as I try to process the sensations rioting through my body. I can feel his mouth on me, tasting, exploring. My skin is slick with sweat as my breath comes in short, sharp pants.

"Dmitri," I breathe again, my hips involuntarily rising from the bed as he continues his tender torture. It's too much—and yet not nearly enough. My body is begging for more even as my mind struggles to process this new and treacherous path we've ventured down.

"Wait," I gasp, my hands flying to his head again, burrowing in his hair as I try to pull him up toward me. "This is too much!"

But he's relentless, holding my hips firmly against the mattress as he continues to lap at me, drawing out moans and pleas that seem to belong to someone else.

"Dmitri, I can't," I whimper, my cheeks flush with heat as the pleasure builds. I can feel the tension coiling within me again, threatening to snap me in two.

But he doesn't stop. Instead, he presses his advantage, his tongue teasing and flicking until I'm a writhing, moaning mess beneath him. And then, just when I think I can't take anymore, he finds that one spot that sends me spiraling over the edge again.

"Oh—please!" I cry out as the climax washes over me, my body arching off the bed as I surrender to the waves of bliss.

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