Page 47 of Shatter Me

In one smooth motion, he pushes inside me, groaning at the contact. I cry out, my head falling back as he fills me completely. He's right—I was made for this, for him. My hesitation evaporates as our bodies find an easy rhythm.

His hands grip my hips as he thrusts into me with fierce intensity. The sofa creaks beneath us, adding to the sounds of our passion. I dig my nails into his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing more.

"You like it rough?" He growls the question, already knowing the answer. "Answer me."

"Yes!" The word tears from my throat as he hits a spot that blurs my vision.

Dmitri's grip tightens, leaving marks that will remind me of this night, of him. "Good. So do I."

He pulls out abruptly, turning me over. My breasts press into the soft leather as he enters me from behind. The new position lets him go even deeper, stealing the breath from my lungs.

We fall into a frantic rhythm, our bodies working together as if made for each other. His fingers will leave bruises on my hips as he pulls me back to meet his fierce thrusts.

"You take it so well,kulkolka." His voice is strained as he yanks me up so I'm braced on my hands and reaches around to play with my nipples, rolling them between his skilled fingers.

Pleasure spikes through me at his touch, making my core clench around him. "Feels so good..." The words escape on a moan. "More." It's a demand, a plea, and a promise.

My mind blanks as he continues to drive into me, his pace relentless. The room fills with the sounds of our passion—his low curses, my gasps, and the wet sounds of our bodies joined.

"Look at me." His command is ragged.

I lift my head, and our eyes lock in the mirror across the room. His face is contorted in pleasure, his eyes burning with intensity. I've never seen anything more attractive than the desire etched into his features.

He strokes a hand through my hair, moving it to the side to bare my neck. My pulse races under his intense gaze as his thumb brushes my sensitive skin. "I'm going to fuck you until you shatter, Tash. Until you forget your own name and scream mine."

I arch my back, offering myself to him, desperate for more. "Yes, please."

Dmitri's grip tightens on my hips, his rhythm never faltering. "And when you're a sobbing mess, I'm going to fuck you again. And again. Until you can't take it anymore." His eyes hold mine in the mirror, his voice a low, rough command.

I bite my lip to see how far he'll push me. How far I can go. "Do it," I challenge. "Make me."

His answering growl sends shivers down my spine. The precise, controlled businessman has shed his perfect mask, revealing something feral. His strength is overwhelming, his desire all-consuming, and his intensity addicting.

I feel myself teetering on the edge, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter as he slams into me. His fingers dig into my hips, guiding me to meet each of his powerful thrusts.

"Come for me. Now." His voice brooks no argument.

At his command, my body surrenders, pleasure bursting through me like a dam breaking. My breath catches as I scream, my vision going white.

Dmitri continues to move in me, his rhythm never slowing as I ride out my orgasm. His eyes never leave mine in the mirror, taking in every reaction, watching me fall apart.

He pulls out when he finally lets me come down, making me whimper at the loss. He lifts me off the couch, and I wrap my legs around his waist, his arousal still hard and insistent.

He carries me into his bedroom, the king-sized bed dominating the room. "Let's see how many times I can make you fall apart before you beg for mercy." His voice drops an octave, holding a promise of complete, torturous ecstasy.

Dmitri sets me on the edge of the bed, and for the first time, I see he's lost the careful nonchalance he usually wears like a second skin. Every muscle in his body is taut, his eyes hooded, and his jaw clenched as he fights for control.

The thought that I've brought the powerful man to his knees fuels my own arousal. "Please, let's not waste time talking." I reach for him, pulling him closer.

Dmitri claims my mouth with a fierce kiss, his tongue tangling with mine. The kiss is demanding, like he's staking a claim. My heart races as he teases me, kissing along my jaw and down my neck, his hands mapping my body as if to memorize every curve.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmurs between kisses, sounding almost vulnerable. "You make me forget who I am, Natasha."

I run my hands through his hair, holding his head close as he kisses along my collarbone. "Good. I want you to forget everything except me."

His answering growl vibrates through me as he lifts me and sits down on the bed, settling me on him. I take him in, gasping as we both seek that sweet friction.

Dmitri starts moving his hips upward, a deep groan rumbling in his chest. Our eyes lock as he sits back, supporting my back with one arm while his other hand tangles in my hair.

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