Page 64 of Twinning and Sinning

"I think so," his head lowered, hot breath skimming my nipple.

"Right here," a nip of his sharp teeth had me squeezing my thighs together. My hands found their way into his hair, pushing him closer to me. One hand ran up sensually on my arm while the other grabbed the fullness of my breast. Sucking my nipple into his mouth, I cried with pleasure.

"Dimitri," my voice caved an octave lower, hair rising on my arms. Dimitri's face dove for the other breast, ensuring not to leave the other out in the cold. My legs widened, wanting to push his erection into my core. I wanted more of the pleasure they had given me before. I craved it; my body craved the warmth of his touch.

Legs wrapping around his waist, he appreciatively trailed open mouth kisses up to my neck, sucking on my shoulder. Something was there, making my insides tie up in knots. I felt it at the pit of my stomach while his mouth reached mine. His sweet, warm breath lingered just above my swollen lips. "I want to taste you," his eyes turned black. This must be the animal inside him, the one he lets take control from time to time.

"I'm not stopping you," Dimitri was no longer grinning, lust in his eyes while he bit his cheek. His fingers delved into the softness between my folds, causing me to buck forward, almost having me fall off the counter where I sat.

Dimitri didn't continue pushing his fingers in but slid them out, pulling them straight into his mouth. "Mmm," he slowly, sensually licked each part of the wetness that dripped down his fingers. "Like sweet ambrosia." My heart pattered in my chest. Surely, he would do more. The thought of his tongue inside had me almost over the edge.

"Did you need something else?" he teased. "Something more substantial?"

"Please," I begged. My own fingers trailed down to my pussy; my heartbeat could be felt on my clit. It was beating violently, wanting to be stroked, licked, fucked.

"I didn't hear what you said," his lips grazing my ear. The hot breath sent a sweet sensation straight to my core. I whined, "please. I can't take it any longer."

"What do you want?" He teased again. I growled in frustration, my finger touching my bundle of nerves. I could get off myself if he wasn't going to do it for me. Dimitri grabbed my hand before I could finish the thought, licking the bit of sweetness from my fingers.

"Seraphina," the graveled voice beckoned me. "I want you to make me cum," I quivered again, thinking of his hot breath there. Dimitri snatched me from the counter, my legs wrapped around him; his cold belt touched my inner thigh, making me squeal.

I laid naked on the soft fur rug of the floor; his arms pushed my thighs forward, baring every bit of my womanly body for him to see. It was a vulnerable position; he could see every nook and cranny. Even the forbidden area that scared me the most of what will come of it later. "Relax, mate." His tongue ran from my knee to the corner of my lower lips. "You are so fucking wet," his cheek ran right up my pussy lips; his cheek sparkled with my essence.

His rough tongue took one lick between my folds, finding the exact spot I wanted him to touch. The blinding light wrecked my vision as I began coming with a scream. "Dimitri!" My back arched, his two fingers plunged into my cavern, pushing it faster. Face still at my pussy, he sucked my clit, prolonging my orgasm. The foreplay was too much, and now this was going to kill me. I will die having an orgasm lasting too long. Is it possible? To die and go straight to heaven with this pleasure wracking my body? Indeed, they would send me to hell for worshiping his fingers, his mouth.

His sharp fangs nipped my clit, ever so gently to wrack my body once more. I screamed loud enough for the entire packhouse to hear; Dimitri continued, not letting up. "Too much!" I continued to come. I swear I had peed all over the floor. Dimitri's fingers left my cavern, thinking I was getting a break, but I was far from it.

Somewhere between thinking it was over and realizing that he wasn't done, his pants were off in an instant.

His dick was rubbing all over my pussy; the heat between his dick and the pool of my come made wet, slick sounds. I wanted him to fuck me into oblivion. I wanted his cock in me so badly I could taste it. Grabbing my breast, I pulled my nipple. I couldn't ask him to fuck me; he would do it. Then what would happen with Dax? He would be so hurt.

I bit my lip, not wanting to spill my genuine want from my mouth. As if knowing what I was thinking, Dimitri rubbed his cock over my clit again. "I know what you want, my mate. Soon, soon Dax and I will take you. Not today, but soon." My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him towards me. This was the wettest dry humping I've ever heard of.

Dimitri was getting closer; my mouth was watering at the thought of his come on me. Wouldn't it feel better if he came in my mouth? "Let me suck you," I demanded. "Let me swallow you." Dimitri couldn't say no. My body was weak, my muscles slacked in every way possible. Sitting up to take him in my mouth, he pushed me, so I was laying back on the floor. His cock was hovering over my face while his face buried back into my pussy.

Holy Mary.

He controlled how well he was going to fit into my mouth. His hips thrust into my throat, his hurried tongue sunk into my hole. Opening the back of my throat the best I could, my head met his thrust while they became wilder. Hands reaching for his hips, I pushed him harder into my mouth. My eyes squinted, watering. Tears fell down my face, but I was so turned on, I didn't care. Pleasing him, making him feel pleasure was all that was on my mind.

Sucking him hard, my tongue brushed the tip of his cock. A roar came deep within his belly, ribbons of his seed fell down my throat. I continued to suck until there was no more. Dimitri fell beside me, crawling up to my head. Dimitri's mouth met mine, our essences mixed, forming the perfect concoction of erotic taste.

So much for the shower.

Dimitri looked down, his hand stroking my cheek while we panted for air. His gaze met mine, and my heart turned over in response.

My heart was beating for a different reason now. It wasn't the fantastic physical response of what we had just done, but the desire to be loved festered within. My hand reached for his chest, his heart beating erratically.

"It only beats for you," he whispered. "No one else." This was the love they talked about in fairy tales. The indescribable feeling at the pit of your stomach that radiates into the vastness of space. It was never-ending and hits you more demanding than the speed of light.

More words formed in my head, words that I couldn't say to Dimitri until I could say them to Dax. Dimitri was a man of words, but hell, he could show me plenty with his body. I could honestly feel my soul reaching out to him; it wanted to be a part of not only him but Dax too. Deep down, I knew something was missing, and I knew what it was.

Dax.

As much as I enjoyed Dimitri, I wanted Dax there too.

Chapter Thirty-Five

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