Page 33 of Between Power and Passion

He positions himself at my entrance, his eyes holding mine captive, and slowly, he fills me. My breath catches as I feel him stretching me, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan.

"Don't bite your lip, Valentina. I want to hear you. I'm trying to be patient, but it's difficult," he says, his voice strained with desire.

Dmitri begins to move, his slow thrusts building the tension within me. I tighten my legs around his hips, my nails digging into his shoulders as I encourage him to go deeper. His pace quickens, and the pleasure builds again, an unstoppable force. I feel the coil tightening, needing release, but he denies me, his pace deliberate and unhurried.

"Please, Dmitri," I beg. "I need..."

His only response is to thrust deeper, his pace still controlled. I feel myself climbing higher, my body on the brink once more, but he won't let me fall. He teases me with his slow, purposeful movements, keeping my release deliciously at bay.

"Dmitri, I—"

"How do you want it, Valentina?" Dmitri whispers, his breath hot against my ear.

"Faster," I moan, my voice thick with need. I grab his firm ass, pulling him closer, urging him on. I feel the control he's trying to maintain snap, and he begins to move with more urgency.

Lifting my legs, he positions them in the crease of his elbows, changing the angle so he can get deeper. I moan loudly as he thrusts. It's a feeling of fullness unlike anything I've experienced before. He moves with purpose, his hips snapping as he drives into me, his passion clear.

I throw my head back, lost in the sensations. My moans fill the room, and he groans in response, his breath coming in sharp bursts. I meet his thrusts, my hips moving in tandem with his, a primal rhythm taking over.

The intensity of our passion sends us tumbling, and soon, I'm straddling him, his length still buried deep within me. I look down at him, my confusion clear—I've never been in this position before.

"Ride me, Valentina," he groans, his eyes burning with desire.

I hesitate, unsure of myself, and he seems to understand my hesitation. Grabbing my hips, he begins to move me, gently rocking me back and forth. I feel him so deep within me, and I can't help but moan loudly, my head falling to his chest. The feeling is incredible, and soon, I find my rhythm and move on my own.

I start to bounce, taking control, and it feels incredible. This new angle, this new depth—I'm overwhelmed with pleasure. My breath comes in short gasps as the pressure builds once more, that familiar coil tightening within me. I place my hands on his thighs to steady myself, and he slides even deeper.

"Oh, Dmitri," I gasp, feeling myself getting closer to the edge. "I— I'm going to—"

Before I can finish my sentence, he flips us over again, and I cry out as he thrusts into me with renewed vigor. "Let go, Valentina," he growls, his voice hoarse. "Come for me again."

My body is still throbbing with pleasure as he continues to move within me, his pace relentless. I feel him so deep inside me, and the sensation is overwhelming. I think I've given him everything, but Dmitri wants more.

"Again, Valentina. Come for me again," he demands, his voice thick and urgent.

I shake my head, unsure I can give him what he wants. My body already feels spent, the intensity of my release leaving me boneless. But he keeps moving, thrusting into me with fierce, purposeful strokes.

I feel a spark, a flicker of that building tension, and I realize it's not over. He knows my body better than I do, and he's drawing out sensations I didn't know were possible. His hands grip my hips, guiding our movements as he takes us both on this wild ride.

I cry out, my voice a mix of surprise and pleasure. I can feel it building again, an impossible second climax rushing toward me. My nails dig into his shoulders as I surrender to it, my body moving in perfect harmony with his.

The pleasure is intense, even more so than the first time. My breath catches in my throat, and I can't make a sound. My eyes widen, and I know he can see the pleasure in them. He leans in, his mouth close to my ear.

"That's it, Valentina. Let go," he whispers, and his words push me over the edge. I cry out, my body shaking with the force of my release. I'm not sure how this is possible, but I'm not questioning it. I'm just losing myself in the feeling, over and over.

Dmitri continues to move, his pace slower now, drawing out my pleasure until I'm a trembling, boneless mass beneath him. Finally, he stills, his forehead resting on mine, our breath mingling. I can feel his heart racing against my chest.

In the aftermath of our passion, I feel spent and satisfied, my body relaxed against his. I turn my head, my lips seeking his, and our kisses are slow and deep, a contrast to the frenzied pace of our lovemaking.

"Dmitri…" I whisper, my voice soft as I start to speak. I want to tell him how incredible that was, how he's awakened something within me. But he silences me with a finger on my lips.

"Sleep, Valentina," he murmurs, his eyes full of tenderness. "We have tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that. We have a lifetime. For now, just rest."

I realize I'm exhausted, the tension and release of the last few hours taking their toll. I snuggle closer, feeling his arms tighten around me protectively. As I drift off to sleep, I feel safe and cherished, a feeling I know I'll savor.

Chapter 16 – Dmitri

The warmth of Valentina’s body beside me should be a comfort, but my mind is elsewhere. The darkness pulls me back to a time I desperately try to forget. I’m trapped in that room again, the smell of blood thick in the air. My father's cries echo around me, my mother's sobs tear at my soul. I see Katya's lifeless eyes staring back at me, and no matter how much I struggle, I can't move. Sergei Makarov’s men laugh as they work, their voices dripping with malice.

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