Page 85 of Possessive Vows

My stomach flips even as I laugh and tilt my hips, mashing my sex against his hard shaft.

“I like those words, even if they aren’t the ones I want to hear the most,” I say.

He sits on the side of the bed with me in his lap. I press my heels against the mattress behind him and bracket his ribs with my knees as he frames my face with his gigantic hands. He brushes his thumbs over my features, lingering over my scars.

“I love you, Camilla. All of you. Your scars, brokenness, stubbornness, and resilience. I love every part of you,” he declares.

Happy tears well in my eyes, but I don’t want to cry. I want to satisfy the heat pulsing between my legs and the hunger lurking in his gaze.

“I want to have sex tonight,” I announce.

His thighs bunch, and he pulls his lower lip into his mouth before dropping his fists to the mattress.

“Declaring our love does not mean we must have sex,so´lnyshka. We can go at your pace,” he promises.

When I grind my pussy against his lap, he groans, nips my lips, and flexes his fingertips against my scalp.

“I may be no schoolboy, but I need you, Camilla. If you keep—”

I shift my legs until my knees sink into the mattress on either side of his ass and I roll my hips. Electricity zaps through my clit.

I need more.

“Slow down, Ca—”

“No. I don’t want to wait any longer,” I snarl.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Yes. I’m so fucking sure I ache for it,mio marito.”

I grow more reckless as the fire in my blood burns hotter, yanking apart his suit lapels so hard buttons skitter onto the floor, and shoving the fabric off his shoulders as though it offended me. He groans and kisses me with desperation but doesn’t lift his fists from the mattress. I long to have his hands on me, and I trust him wholeheartedly, but I don’t want to have a panic attack and lose momentum, so I strip and kiss him with all the wild abandon I wish we could share without fear.

The textures of his skin and chest hair mesmerize me, and I explore him with a boldness I’ll ever only know with him.

I slip my hands down his arms, spread my fingers over the back of his, and guide him through undressing me, the moment unbelievably erotic. He gives me control while holding all the power, never taking his hungry eyes off me.

My nipples pebble in the cool air. Needing his touch despite the nightmares lurking in my thoughts, I skim his massive hands up my torso and moan as he cups my breasts.

I shove his hands away as memories plague me. He holds them above his shoulders and breathes through his nose as he grits his teeth.

“I’m sorry, I—”

“Do not apologize. I am yours. Use me as you need,” he says.

The honesty in his eyes is a balm to my soul. With our upper halves naked and our pants unfastened, I plaster my front to his and kiss him with the yearning overflowing my heart. He whisks me to the height of pleasure with his hungry claiming of my mouth. I whimper as the hard planes of his chest flatten my breasts.

Too hungry to wait, and frustrated over my mini freak out, I stand and remove the rest of my clothes before tugging Dimitri’s pants and underwear off his legs.

I feast my eyes on him as he sits in all his naked glory. His scars and tattoos are only the decorative paint on what was already a perfect canvas, but my mouth waters as his cock jerks under my gaze.

I lower myself to my knees, my joints swollen and sore, but my need to taste him too great. He hisses and groans when I wrap my hands around his base and take him into my mouth.

He tastes divine. Salty, musky, masculine. I revel in the power he gives me as I pleasure him with my tongue and lips.

“Enough,so´lnyshka, or I’ll cum in your mouth,” he growls.

His thighs bunch and cock pulses in my mouth. I pull back and release him with a pop. He groans.

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