Page 23 of Between Power and Passion

"I need you, Valentina," he rasps, his voice thick with desire. "Fuck, I need you."

My heart hammers in my chest at the raw confession, and I know he can feel where our bodies are pressed together.

"Take me," I whisper, my voice hoarse with need. "Please."

His eyes darken at my words, and he hauls me off the ground as if I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to him as he carries me out of the gym toward the bedroom.

He kicks the bedroom door shut behind him, never breaking our kiss. I feel the bed against the back of my legs, and then we're falling onto the mattress together in a tangle of limbs.

Dmitri's hands find the hem of my tank top, and with one swift movement, he pulls it over my head, leaving me bare from the waist up. My skin erupts in goosebumps as the cool air washes over my exposed skin.

His gaze rakes over me, eyes dark with a hunger that sends a coil of heat low in my belly. I want him to touch me, to claim me.

His mouth leaves a trail of fire along my collarbone, down to the valley between my breasts until his mouth is over my bare breasts. His breath is warm against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

His hands cup my breasts, thumbs flicking over my nipples until they pebble in response. My breath catches as his mouth closes around one tightened peak, sucking gently.

A soft moan escapes my throat, and I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him to me as he lavishes attention on my sensitive flesh. Meanwhile, his hands continue their exploration, skimming lower, over my stomach, until they reach the waistband of my leggings. With quick fingers, he hooks his thumbs into the elastic and tugs them down.

I feel a rush of vulnerability in my exposure, but the desire burning in his eyes as he looks his fill quickly dispels any insecurity.

He kneels on the bed between my parted thighs, his fingers grazing the damp fabric of my panties. "You're wet, Valentina," he says, his voice rough with need. "So wet for me."

I bite my lip, feeling a flash of embarrassment at my body's eager response, but his words fuel the flames of my own desire.

"Yes," I whisper.

His fingers slip beneath the elastic, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through me as he strokes the sensitive bundle of nerves. "You like that, don't you?" he murmurs, his thumb pressing gently against my swollen clit.

I nod, breathless, arching my back as pleasure radiates through me. "Yes," I gasp. "But I want to touch you, too."

His fingers still, and he looks up at me, his eyes glowing with a wicked light. "Touch me then, Valentina. Take what you want."

His voice is a low purr. I reach for the button of his trousers, needing to feel him, to return the pleasure he's giving me.

With my fingers, I undo the button and slide the zipper down, my knuckles brushing against the hard length of him through his boxer briefs. He hisses at the contact, his hips bucking slightly.

I let my hand linger, tracing the outline of his erection, relishing his sharp intake of breath. "Can I taste you, Dmitri?" I ask, my voice a husky whisper.

He growls, his eyes burning with desire as he takes in the sight of me, naked and wanting beneath him. "Will you swallow me, Valentina? Take all of me into that pretty mouth of yours?"

Heat pools low in my belly at his explicit words, and my breath quickens. "Yes," I whisper, my cheeks flushing.

Dmitri groans, a deep, guttural sound. Then, with a smooth roll of his hips, he shifts, sitting back on his heels and giving me full access to the object of my desire.

My eyes rake over him, taking in the defined planes of his chest, the trail of dark hair that disappears beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. My mouth waters as I imagine the taste of him.

I lean in, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his erection through the fabric of his boxer briefs. I feel him twitch against my lips, and a rush of desire courses through me. Gently, I tug on the waistband, and he lifts his hips to allow me to slide them down, baring the length of his hardness in all its glory.

My breath catches in my throat as I take in the sight of him, thick and veiny, pulsating with need. I reach out, wrapping my hand around him, but he's too big for my small grip.

With a tentative lick, I taste the bead of moisture that's gathered at the tip. Dmitri hisses at the sensation, his hips bucking gently. Slowly, I take him into my mouth, my gaze fixed on his face as I explore him with my tongue.

"Fuck," he breathes, his hands threading through my hair, guiding me. "Slow, Valentina. Take it slow. And no teeth."

I nod, relaxing my mouth around him as I swirl my tongue along his length. He tastes of salt and musk, and I moan softly, the vibration humming against him.

Encouraged by his sharp intake of breath, I take more of him into my mouth, my hand gliding up and down the part that doesn't fit. His fingers tighten in my hair, his hips stirring gently as I suck and lick, reveling in the power I have over him in this moment.

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