Page 51 of Betraying Family Vows
For the first time, Dimitri is the one lost for words. He just groans and buries his head into my neck, fucking me harder.
I feel his back muscles tense up under my fingertips. His whole body is getting rigid, and his cock is throbbing inside me.
I know he's close.
He takes a hand and slides it between us.
"Oh fuck," I yell out as he starts to rub my clit. The sensation of him penetrating me mixed with his rubbing starts to build a whole new orgasm in me.
He starts to thrust faster, his breathing more ragged, and he rubs me faster and faster.
I wasn't expecting it, but my body wants it even more than the first.
I arch my back and his mouth finds my nipples.
A bright white light flashes across my face as I come again. My body shaking at the fire his warm tongue is leaving across my breasts while his cock is deep inside me.
And then, with one last thrust, he grunts, and I feel his hot seed filling me as he pumps every last drop deep inside me.
I can't help but feel this weird sense of accomplishment at making Dimitri Kastaris lose himself with me.
I gasp for air and brush my hair out of my face as his cock twitches inside me, his pace slowing.
"Fuck, Alepoudítsa. You're amazing, you know that?"
I giggle, suddenly feeling a bit nervous and shy.
"You're not so bad yourself."
He squeezes me, his arms holding me securely, keeping me from sliding down onto my trembling legs.
As we catch our breath, reality begins to seep back in. I'm pressed against a stone column in ancient ruins, naked, and I just fucked a man who, days ago, I wanted to see dead.
I should shove him away.
I should hate him. Regret it. Maybe be horrified at what I've done. At how completely I've betrayed my quest for revenge.
But all I can do is cling tighter to him, wanting more of what we just did.
Everything has changed. The bond between us has irreversibly shifted. I can feel it. Something new and fragile and terrifying.
It's like something that had been broken inside me has finally clicked back into place.
He gently slides out of me, my body instantly missing the connection, and places me down, my feet feeling the cold ground.
Dimitri pulls back, his eyes searching my face as if to see how I feel.
But standing here, caught and claimed and ruined by this man, I have one simple feeling about it.
"I don't regret it," I say, looking up at him.
It's the truth, too.
It may be the most honest feeling I've had in a long time.
As a matter of fact, it's the first time since my mother died that I'm not trying to escape my present or reclaim my past.
I'm simply here, in this moment, with him.
