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“You know,” I say, tracing idle patterns on his skin, “for someone who’s so intense on the ice, you’re surprisingly...gentle.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Gentle?”

I nod. “In the best way. Like, you’re big and strong and tough out there, but in here,” I tap his chest, right above his heart, “you’re different.”

He captures my hand, presses a kiss to my fingertips. “Only with you, Erin,” he says. “Only for you.”

My heart melts at that, and I snuggle closer, tucking my head under his chin. His arms tighten around me, and I can feel his lips press against the top of my head.

“We should probably talk about this, huh?” I say, my voice muffled against his chest. “Come up with some rules?”

I can feel the rumble of his laugh against my cheek. “Probably,” he agrees. “But not tonight.”

And so, we lie there, tangled up in each other, the rest of the world fading away. Just the two of us. And it’s perfect.

Chapter17

Checkmate, Heart

Dmitri

Iblink, coming to consciousness with a start as I feel the weight of a lithe body on top of me. The morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room and illuminating the figure straddling my hips.

Erin.

Her coppery red hair cascades over her shoulders, framing her face as she gazes down at me with a playful smile. My sleepy brain struggles to process the situation, my body reacting instinctively. The softness of her thighs pressed against mine has my cock turning to stone beneath her.

As if reading my thoughts, Erin shifts her weight, grinding her hips against me, eliciting a low groan from my throat. She leans forward, her hair brushing against my chest as she moves her lips down my body, leaving a hot trail in her wake. My hands find her shoulders, gripping her gently, her muscles flexing beneath my fingers.

My mind races, trying to piece together if this is real or a fragment of a fever dream. Erin reaches my groin, her breath against my throbbing cock. She looks up at me, her green eyes sparkling with mischief, before running her tongue slowly along the length of my shaft.

“Look who’s in charge now,” I growl, caught between sleepy confusion and wild arousal. My grip on Erin tightens as I guide her head where I want her, losing myself in the anticipation of her mouth enveloping me. Her warmth and eagerness send waves of pleasure crashing over me, leaving me bewildered and utterly captivated.

My breath catches as Erin’s hot mouth engulfs me, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head of my cock. She takes me deep, so deep that I feel the back of her throat convulsing around me. The sensation is exquisite, and I want to push deeper, to own her completely. Shockwaves of pleasure pulse through my veins.

I must be the luckiest fucker alive.

Utterly bewildered by this unexpected and so welcome wake-up call, my body is ablaze. My hands tangle in her flaming hair, guiding her movements as she works me with fervent enthusiasm. Each bob of her head and flick of her tongue stokes my arousal higher. And I go to my destruction willingly.

Erin looks up at me through hooded eyes, a mischievous glint sparkling in their green depths as she slides my cock out, licking at the head. Even in my haze of lust, I can’t help but marvel at her beauty and the raw sensuality she exudes.

“You said you wanted me to play you,” she drawls, then swallows my cock again, deep and delicious.

Wild with need, I begin thrusting into Erin’s willing mouth, setting a faster pace. Her lips stretch deliciously around my shaft as I plunge deeper, chasing the release building at the base of my spine. The obscene slurping sounds fill the room, punctuated by my ragged breaths and guttural groans.

“You’re everything, woman,” I rasp, my voice strained with impending climax. “Fuck, Erin!”

With a final, shuddering thrust, I explode in her mouth. She swallows convulsively, milking me for every last drop until I collapse back against the pillows, utterly spent and dazed. A satisfied smirk plays on her lips as she lifts her head and swallows the last of my release. Her tongue darts out to lick a stray drop from the corner of her mouth, and I shudder at the erotic sight.

As I catch my breath, the reality of what just transpired begins to sink in. Erin curls up beside me as if this is just another regular morning, her head resting on my chest. I wrap an arm around her possessively.

“You can have your way with me any time you please,” I manage to mumble.

“You promised you’d let me suck your dick,” Erin chirps playfully, trailing her fingers along my sweat-slicked skin and letting her hand drift lower to cup my spent cock possessively, “if I was a good girl. Figured I was very good last night.”

I groan, my cock starting to stir again at her teasing.

“Mm, you were a good girl alright,” I say, leaning down and biting her neck. “You let me ride you for as long as I wanted.”

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