Page 48 of Shatter Me

He sets a demanding pace, our bodies slapping together, making me moan. His mouth is everywhere—my lips, my neck, my breasts, while his hands roam possessively over my body as if he can't get enough of touching me.

The pleasure builds again, tightening every muscle. I dig my heels into his thighs, pulling him even closer, wanting him to go deeper.

"Again," he whispers, nipping my earlobe. "Come for me again."

My release explodes through me, and I cry out as he continues to thrust, coaxing every last pulse of pleasure from my over-sensitive body.

Dmitri isn't done with me yet. He lifts me with ease, his hands possessive on my body, and carries me across the room. My bare skin is goosebumped as the cool night air from the open window hits me.

He sets me on my feet and presses my breasts to the glass, the city spread out before us like a glittering carpet. "Watch them, Tash."

I swallow hard as I take in the view below. We're so high up, the cars look like toys, and the people are like ants scurrying on the pavement.

"You've always been mine since the moment I saw you." His hands roam my body, his breath hot against my ear. "They're down there, going about their mundane lives, while I'm up here, possessing you."

His words send a shiver through me. I know I should feel objectified, but something about his dominance fuels my desire. I'm completely at his mercy, and yet, I trust him.

"Do you know how many people dream of touching what I'm touching now?" His hand moves around to cup my breast, his thumb grazing my sensitive nipple. "How many would give anything to be in my position and have you like this?"

He pulls my hips back, lining himself up with my core. "But you're mine. Just as this view is mine."

He pushes inside me, making me cry out. I'm impossibly wet, my body greedy for him. We both watch in the reflection as he claims me, his pace relentless.

"Look at them, Tash." His voice is a rough command. "Do you see anyone looking up? Anyone who might witness what I'm doing to you?"

I scan the windows of the buildings across from us, unable to tear my eyes away from the people in them. Some cook dinner, others sit on their couches, but none look our way.

"No one's watching," I breathe, both disappointed and relieved.

"Not yet." He rolls his hips, hitting a spot that makes my knees weaken. "But if they were, what would they see?"

"They'd..." My words turn into a moan as he thrusts deeper, the tip of his cock brushing a place inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. "They'd see you taking me. Claiming what's yours."

"That's right." He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me back to meet his thrusts. "They'd see me marking you, making you mine in a way no one could deny."

It's not enough for him to have me; he wants the whole world to know I belong to him. The thought should frighten me, but it only fans the flames of my desire.

"Dmitri." My voice is a desperate plea as he continues to move within me, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure through my body. "I can't..."

"You can,kulkolka." He buries his face in my neck, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin. "You can take it all and come for me again."

My breath catches as he goes even deeper, our bodies fused together. I can feel the city spread before us, the lights twinkling like stars. It's as if we're fucking on top of the world, surrounded by the beauty of Boston.

Dmitri's hands pulls me back to meet his forceful thrusts. The sound of our passionate coupling fills the room—the smack of flesh, his low curses, and my breathless moans.

"That's it, let me hear you." His words are a challenge, urging me to be loud and to let go of all inhibitions.

And I do. I scream as the pleasure builds, screaming his name as I shatter.

Dmitri holds me through it all, his arms a vice around me as I fall apart. "Now," he whispers, his breath hot against my ear, "let's see how many times I can make you come before dawn."

This man is going to be the death of me.

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DMITRI

Ican't concentrate. Everything and everyone else fades into the background. All that matters is tasting her.

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