Page 155 of Dmitri

I love this woman so damn much.

Flipping her over, I bracket my arms above her shoulders, and she slips my swim shorts down over my ass. Kicking them off, I settle between her legs like it’s my motherfucking throne.

“I should deny you orgasms, Firefly.”

Her eyes widen. “Don’t you dare!”

I shove the tip of my pierced dick into her pussy, teasing her. “Or maybe I’ll take you so hard you won’t be able to walk fora few days.”

That makes her light up.

“Nah…” I lick my lips. “I’m fucking you slowly.” I push into her a little at a time, relishing her torment. When I bottom out, her breath catches.

“Too deep?”

“Tooslow.”

Daelyn likes it most when I fuck her hard and fast. She loves it rough. I don’t blame her. I do too. But when I move slowly, like this, it’s a special kind of torture for us both. I feel her in every cell of my body when I take my time with her.

Rolling my hips, I move with expert precision, hitting her g-spot and grazing her inner walls with my piercing.

“Fuck,” she whimpers. Her hips roll up to meet each of my thrusts.

“I need to taste you,” I growl, sliding out and going down on her.

She comes on my tongue in no time. Twice.

Flipping her over, I spank her playfully. “On your knees, ass up, face down.”

She squeals and gets into her favorite position, wiggling her ass at me with excitement.

I can’t punish her for long. Rewarding her is so much more fun, anyway. “Spread yourself for me.”

Daelyn reaches back and pulls her cheeks apart. “Pick a hole, King.”

I slam into her pussy in one harsh thrust that has her pitching forward on the double lounge we’re on. “You take my cock so well, Firefly.”

Our bodies slap together. The ocean swallows her screams, and that salty sea breeze whirls around my scarred-up body, soothing it like a balm.

We fuck until we both collapse. My heart’s pounding sohard in my chest, I can’t catch my breath. “I might be the one to stroke out with this one,” I say, panting. “Shit, I’m seeing sounds.”

Daelyn laughs and peppers kisses all over me. “What a way to die.”

Laughter booms out of me. Grabbing her hand, I kiss her knuckles and lace our fingers together. “Marry me.”

She stills.

I look over at her, shielding my eyes from the sun, and keep my expression neutral. “Marry me, Daelyn.”

Ever since the day our lives changed, we’ve never discussed our future together. We bought a house, take care of Addie, work, play at the Monarch, and go on vacations. It’s not enough for me. Honestly, I don’t think anything will be enough for me when it comes to loving Daelyn.

“I wish I could do more, be more, offer more, but all I have is myself.” My throat’s getting tight. “If you want me, I’m yours.”

“Dmitri.” Her brow pinches as those blue-green eyes search my face, like she’s trying to read between the lines here.

“I love you,” I say plainly. “But if you don’t want to…”

“Shut up.” She holds my cheeks and smashes her mouth on mine.

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