Page 78 of Tortured Soul
His hands roamed the outside of my naked thighs, sliding up and up to reach under the T-shirt and land on my hips, pulling to rub my core against his covered length.
“You’re making a mess on my clothes,” he said, nipping at my jaw. “So wet and already aching for it.”
The half frustrated groan and moan of pleasure escaping my lips made him grin wider.Why was this belt too fucking hard to unbuckle?
He grabbed both my hands and lifted them above my head, trapping them against the cold surface.
“How long has it been since you last came at the hand of someone who knew your body better than their own?”
Too long. Decades. Maybe more. Maybehewas the last one and he knew it.
“Dimitri,” I begged. “Please.”
“Fuck, Ania,” he breathed in my neck, sending shivers up my body. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to shut up and actually do something instead of taunting me.”
He chuckled, sending puffs of warm air against my heated skin. His head lifted and our gaze held. Hands letting go of my wrist, one of them landed in front of my face and he smirked.
“Don’t move,” he said, snapping his fingers.
An invisible force pulled my wrists together and held them in place against the cold counter.
I tried to pull on the restraints but froze with a gasp when his middle finger brushed my entrance and slid up to bring more wetness to my clit.
He didn’t say anything, but I could see the way the red in his eyes gleamed as he held my gaze.
My back arched and eyes closed, a light moan breaching my throat. The circles he rubbed were precise, trained. He knew exactly what my body needed and how to bring me to the brink of insanity.
“Dimitri,” I whined, rocking my hips against his hand.
He pulled it away and a frustrated sound broke free, quickly replaced by another moan as his lips closed on the apex of my core and his tongue swirled on the bundle of nerves.
Both his arms locked around my thighs, pulling me closer, burying his face between them.
My eyes rolled in the back of my head as the room filled with obscene sounds. The pressure building in my lower stomach, the energy rushing under my skin, the restraints keeping me from moving my arms and reaching for his hair, all were overwhelming in the best way.
One of his long fingers pushed inside me, curling just enough to press on that sensitive spot deep inside and I cried out, back lifting from the counter entirely.
“Dimitri, I’m—”
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t finish that warning as my whole body tensed and lungs constricted, legs shaking around his head. He groaned against my core, sending more vibrations, and pressing down on my lower stomach to rub harder on my G-spot.
My vision blackened, stars dotting the darkness.
“F—fuck,” I moaned as the orgasm kept hitting me in waves.
I was still a limp, trembling mess when he straightened up, cock finally freed from his pants, and lined up against my entrance, hands gripping at my hips.
“There’s no way I can hold back more than five minutes,zhizn moya,” he said, pushing inside in a deep thrust. “So hold on to me, because I’m going to fuck you like my damn life depends on it.”
The invisible band pressing on my wrist vanished and I eagerly circled my arms around his wide shoulders, pulling him to me as he pulled out only to thrust back in more forcefully, ripping a cry out of me.
I felt whole for the first time in decades, reveling in the sensation of him pushing himself inside me to the hilt over and over, stretching me to accommodate him with each of his thrusts. Of his deep moans in the crook of my neck. His bruising grip on my hips and thighs.
All his emotions and thoughts in that moment started to echo in my head.Mine, he kept thinking.Mine first.Mine forever.
He straightened up, bringing one of his hands around my throat and locking his eyes with mine.
