Page 32 of One Love

I don’t need to be told again as he thrusts hard and fast into my cunt, to the hilt every time, his pubic bone brushing against my clit, and I burst on a scream.

“Fuck! Yes!” My orgasm hits, making my toes curl, and my body spasms, becoming uncontrollable under his ministrations. I’m completely at his mercy in this moment and I don’t give a shit. It’s freeing.

“You feel…” He drags his cock almost all the way out. “So.” Slams it back in. “Fucking.” Slides it back out. “Good.” He slams it in again, and the roar that escapes him is like music to my ears, I swear I could come all over again if I weren’t spent.

My thighs fall to the sides, the muscles so weak I can barely control their movements, my arms trembling from any effort I try to force on them. All the while Dmitry continues to kiss me, slowly sliding in and out of my cunt as if he wants to draw out every last drop of pleasure. The kisses are slower too, more gentle, and I don’t hate it. Then reality kicks in; this man I barely know, who has been stalking me, is in my apartment, in my pussy.

This isn’t something I’ve ever done. No one except me has ever been inside this apartment, and I definitely haven’t fuckedanyone here before. But, truth be told, I’m too tired to fight it right now.

With a sigh, I break the kiss and pull away from him, his dick still hard as it slides out and I push off the kitchen counter.

“I need to shower. You should go home.” Without waiting for a reply, I leave the kitchen and head into my bathroom, not even looking at his face.

That was a mistake. It felt fucking amazing, but it can’t happen again.

When I’m finished showering, I wrap a towel around myself and pad into my bedroom. I’m a little disappointed that I sent him home, but it had to be done.

The disappointment quickly dissipates because he’s in my bed, under the covers, his head resting against his palm and that dangerous fucking grin aimed directly at me.

Narrowing my eyes, I prepare to tell him to fuck off, but even after freshening up in the shower, I’m still too tired to argue. It feels like forever since I’ve needed my bed as much as I do now and I’m going to take advantage of that. I’ll burn out if I keep going the way I have been.

I sigh and drop my towel before climbing into my bed beside him. He holds an arm out, encouraging me to nestle into him, but no. Instead, I rest my head against the pillow and turn my back to him, lying on my side before reaching across and turning off the lamp. The bed jiggles a little and his heat is suddenly right behind me, his tattooed arm falling over me and pulling me into him.

Again, I’m too tired to argue, so I release a deep exhale instead. “Fine. You can stay.”

He chuckles into the back of my neck, my damp hair making the heat of his breath send a chill over my skin and I shiver as my eyes grow heavy.

“Goodnight, Little Demon. Fair warning, I’m a snuggler.”

Chapter Eleven

J

The entire length of my body aches, a delicious kind of burn that starts at my toes and ends at the tips of my fingers, as I stretch across my bed. It only takes me a second to realize something’s not quite right. There’s no doubt I’m in my apartment but the chemistry is off. Although, judging by the cold sheets beside me, it’s clear Dmitry has been up and gone for a while.

I’m choosing to ignore the slight, almost insignificant kernel of disappointment at that thought and embracing the relief that my apartment is once again all mine.

Blinking away my sleep, I pop open one eye, snarling at the curtains I forgot to close before going to bed last night. That being said, I was a little fucking preoccupied, wasn’t I? Another thing I can blame on Dmitry and his stubborn ass.

Okay, so I can admit that it’s also a fine, altogether biteable ass, but that doesn’t mean I need him in my space.

Just as thoughts of last night flit through my mind like a high-end porno movie, the smell in the kitchen area assaults my nostrils and forces me to sit up. We burnt dinner in our haste tofuck last night, yet this smell is different. Less aggressive and a hell of a lot more appetizing.

Is that…sausage?

I know for a fact my fridge is empty and the only food I have in this place are coffee and pretzels.

Breakfast of champions.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I frown as the sight of Dmitry’s bedhead and naked, tatted shoulders greets me in the kitchen. He’s moving from side to side, his head bobbing up and down as he…what the fuckishe doing?

From my bed, I can’t see over the bar area so I fold my knees and stand on my mattress to get the full effect of this man at my stove. It’s when he turns to grab something by the sink that I notice the pods in his ears. And yup, this fool is cooking and dancing, wearing only his jeans, in my fucking kitchen like we’re Mr. and Mrs. Homemakers having cute after-sex breakfast.

What world does he live in? He knows about Murphy, he knows about Hallie. If he thinks last night meant anything more than just me getting my orgasm on, he’s living under a fucking rock on a deserted island in the middle of fucking nowhere.

But then he starts humping the counter, lifting one leg and throwing his hands up like he’s in a music video right before he puts his leg back down and gifts me with a twerk.

That’s when it happens. It’s sudden and it’s unexpected, stunning me into temporary shock as Dmitry freezes, turns to me, and grins like he’s won the fucking lottery.

---