Page 84 of Primal God

I moisten my lips. I should tell him now…

“Do you know that we’ve seen each other once before since she passed away?” I search his gaze. “You were at a hotel in downtown Dallas for a conference, and I was working in the restaurant.”

His forehead crinkles as he thinks.

“Did we speak?”

I choke out a laugh. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t remember.” He pauses. “After Serafina died, I went to a dark place. I drank too much and there are more nights than I care to admit that I don’t remember.” He brushes my hair from my face. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

His lips brush against mine. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

I’m grinning as I climb off him. “You’ll have to catch me first.”

I rush from my room into the hallway. He’s on my heels, making my pulse pound. As I enter his bedroom, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me to a stop.

“Got you again.”

I spin so I’m facing him and pull my shirt over my head. His lips part as he looks me over. It strikes me. This is going to be the first time we’ve had sex in an actual bed. My nipples harden and he notices.

“Does my little girl need her Daddy to kiss her here?”

He rubs his thumb over my nipple, making me groan.

“Yeah.”

He sighs, as if it’s decided. “Very well. Get on the bed.”

I waste no time climbing onto his bed, taking a moment to appreciate how freaking comfortable his mattress is. Dimitri takes his time undressing until I’m squirming in anticipation. When he’s finally nude, I’m the one left speechless becausedamn. Dimitri Santos is built like a god. He’s all muscles. There’s a light dusting of hair on his chest. Tattoos cover his arms and disappear to his back. But what really gets my attention is his cock.

“Holy cow. How has that fit in me?” I murmur.

Because Dimitri ishung.

He fists himself, smiling. “Shall I show you?”

“Yes, please.”

He prowls toward me, sending heat rushing through my body. Slowly, he kisses his way up my leg, to my stomach and breasts, before moving over me. His lips cover mine in a kiss that leaves me breathless. It’s soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the desire in his eyes.

“Spread your legs,minha vida. Let Daddy inside.”

I groan as I spread my legs. He never breaks eye contact as he moves over me, entering me in a slow thrust that has my toes curling.

“Fuck,” I pant. “You’re so big.”

“Am I?” He rocks into me again and lets out a string of words in Portuguese. “You feel so good,minha vida. But Daddy needs to hear how good I’m making you feel.”

I’m not sure what he means until he rocks into me so hard that I cry out. His gaze snaps to mine and the heat I find in his orbs makes goosebumps lift on my skin.

“That’s right, pretty girl. Let Daddy know he’s fucking you the way you need to be fucked.”

Each thrust has me moaning or panting out his name. When he reaches between us, rubbing my clit, I yell out his name as I shatter. But Dimitri isn’t done with me. Not by a long shot.

“Louder,minha vida.”

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