Page 100 of Deadly Knight
“Losing you was the worst pain imaginable, but having you again is the best salve possible. I wouldn’t know how much I love you if I wasn’t forced to be without you. That’s why. The pain is worth it to make this our new beginning.”
Our ending.
He thrusts inside me in one go, my back bowing off the floor, and my movements restricted from my wrists in his palm. Our joint sounds echo through the empty room, a reminder of the couple that used to be.
“Chert, ty dlya menya vse.”Fuck, you’re everything to me.
You’re my beginning and ending.
“I won’t go without this again.”
You will.
He hikes one of my legs over his hip, sinking into me even deeper. His thrusts are paced, drawing out my pleasure in the same manner he did with my orgasms against the wall. He’s reminding every inch of me how much my body misses him and the effect he’s always had on it. On me.
The way he’ll continue to. How he’s scarring himself onto me even worse than a decade ago.
His speed picks up, his focus solely on me. I feel it in my heart, my soul, his every movement.
I try to meet him by lifting my hips, but he renders me immobile, keeping me bound in the way only he’s ever made me feel safe.
Safe. Real.
I’d been asked by one ex if I enjoyed being tied up during sex, and all I saw was a dirty mattress, a cold warehouse, four villains, and one broken man screaming my name.
Dimitri’s different. He wasthere, so of course my heart and mind—the trauma—are able to separate him from everyone else. The acts I enjoyed with him existed pre-abuse. They’re his—for us—no one else’s. Nothing will change how Dimitri and I are together.
“Fuck, you feel good, Katya.” His hands clench tighter around my wrists, his thrusts becoming harder. My back slides against the floor, the wood rubbing and stinging my skin. “If there’s an afterlife, you’re it.”
“Dimitri…” Whatever I was trying to say trails off, my thoughts only on him and the pleasure sweeping through me in intense waves.
He clenches one of my thighs, his thrusts fast and claiming. His head drops down and he kisses me again, this time messy and breathless. I writhe beneath him, the heat expanding to the deepest parts of me.
“Come for me,moya dusha. You can take it. Only you…always you.”
I’ve always hated when other guys talk through sex, but not Dimitri. Maybe it’s what he says, or how he says it— with reverence in his tone or a rumble of need—but it’s nothing my mind and body can ignore.
“I’m gonna come,” I whisper.
The hand holding my wrists clamps tighter and he releases my thigh, leaving me in control of at least that part of me. He fists my hair, his mouth slashing across mine as the orgasm hits, my moan being swallowed by him.
My orgasm brings him to the peak as well, his own following only a moment behind in a gush of heat that marks my insides with the only brand I’ve ever longed for.
His.
His hips slow, but he doesn’t remove his cock from inside me, instead lowering a fraction until some of his body weight comes down on me. He releases my head and my hands, rubbing feeling back into my wrists.
“Alright?”
“Better than alright.”
That earns a blinding smile and an uttered, “Good,” before he rolls us over, positioning me on top of him with his cock still buried inside me.
The new angle causes him to rub at the right places that spark me to life again. Dimitri slips his fingers in between mine as he once again claims authority over my movements.
“I’m far from finished with you. Ten years is a long fuckin’ time, and there’s quite a few hours until morning. I plan on using every single one to make up for missed time.” He pauses, his grin turning wicked. “Ten years…three orgasms. You have seven to go.”
“Seven?” I squeak. “You’ll kill me.”
