Page 44 of King of Malice
I take my hands from him, eager to do as he’s commanded. I’ve lost that hesitation I had before, that little fear that was my first instinct before I remembered it would be pleasure with him.
I yank down my leggings and underwear, even as he rips his belt off, tossing it to the floor.
I’m naked already, his eyes sliding down my body as he kicks off his shoes. “Bend over the bed,” he rumbles.
I turn around, doing as he commands. I do feel a small shiver of apprehension then. I’m so exposed…
A soft thud sounds behind me and I look back to see Dimitri on his knees. I instantly relax. I don’t know how he does it, feeling my fear, but he does. And every time he corrects, making me feel so safe and secure.
I relax again, my thighs falling apart as his hands run up the back of my legs. “I can smell you.”
I can smell it too. We’ve barely started and I’m dripping wet. I wet my lips, wincing with embarrassment. “I think I’m so new at this, I can’t control my reaction?—”
“I love the way you smell,” he growls and then he leans forward enough to run his tongue up my seam. It feels so good, I gasp in a breath that ends on a moan. His mouth vibrates against my exposed flesh. “I love the way you taste even more.”
He called me his love today. I heard it. I’m trying not to read into it too much, but I know that my feelings are getting involved, because I replayed the timber of his voice at least a hundred times in my head throughout the day.
He licks me again, circling my clit with his tongue, making my thighs shake with a desire so intense, it overwhelms me. My fingers dig into the covers, clenching them into fists in the blankets as I bury my face to muffle another moan.
My back is arched so deep, I think I might break, but I’m chasing his touch, the pleasure so intense I can’t keep quiet as I toss my head back.
Which means, he only works me harder, hitting me right where I need it. My eyes are squeezed tight, my body trembling so fiercely, I’m whimpering with high-pitched cries. Every time he touches me, it’s the best experience of my life.
I’m so taut, my entire body is engaged. “Dimitri,” I beg. “I…I…” I let out a keening scream, falling over the edge, an orgasm ripping through me.
He’s up before the tremors have stopped, ripping open his pants, and shucking them down to his knees. “I want to be inside you, love.”
I look back over my shoulder. That’s the second time today he’s called me love. Does he know what it does to me? How it makes me feel? “I want that too,” I say, our eyes locked together.
Granted, I’m lying and he’s on his knees, but looking into his eyes, I don’t feel anything but excitement.
He lines his body up to mine, pushing the tip of his cock inside me. “All right?”
“Good.” As ever, he’s being so careful with me. I’m so appreciative, I actually feel tears misting my eyes. I never dreamed a man could be this combination of strong and kind.
“Are you sure?” he pulls back out and leans over my back to kiss my temple. “You’re crying, milaya.”
I blink back the tears. “No. Not crying. Or maybe yes, but they’re happy tears, promise. I’m just…thank you.”
His brows lift, but he doesn’t ask as he sinks back inside me, this time going deeper, not stopping until he’s filled me in the most satisfying way. We both groan.
That’s when he answers, “Don’t thank me for doing my duty as a man. Intimacy is built on trust. It’s not a gift that a man asks your permission to touch you and only does so in ways that make you both feel good. It’s your right.”
My breath catches as I stare at him. Everything Dimitri has done and said since I met him has painted a picture for me.
This is not a man who hurts women. Not ever.
This is a man who can be trusted. I feel it deep in my bones. I don’t know why I didn’t see it before, but I do now. Whatever my doubts and suspicions are, there must be a reasonable explanation for Cadence’s disappearance.
He pulls out and sinks back in until he bottoms out. I push up my backside, wanting as much of him as I can get.
He grabs my hips, using the leverage to set the pace until I’m panting with the pleasure that’s building inside me again.
How does he make me feel this good? I can’t ask out loud, all I can do is clutch the bedding as the ride gets faster.
We’re both so close, our lovemaking is starting to lose the art, thesteadiness of the stroke, when he reaches around and presses two fingers to my clit.
I explode again, groaning his name as I shatter. He roars, his body shuddering as he cums. I look over my shoulder again, watching the pleasure that pulls every muscle taut. He’s gorgeous like this, masculine and feral but also so powerful.
