Page 66 of Blood

God, what this man can do with his lips between my thighs...

I look down between my breasts as Dimitri’s lips and tongue move over my labia, stroking, prodding, bringing me to that precipice of pleasure. He’s normally so strong and collected. Never in a million years did I expect him to kneel for me. To worship me the way he is.

My nipples feel unbelievably tight, but I don’t remove my hands from the headboard to pluck at them. I’m not stupid enough to believe that Dimitri’s declaration of love and devotion makes him any less of an asshole. The second I disobey his rules, he’ll stop, and I’ll be devoid of a mind-blowing orgasm.

I press harder against his mouth while crying to the heavens and moving my hips to the rhythm of his tongue between my slick folds. I’m sure the other guys can hear us, but no one storms in and demands that we stop or asks if they can join.

Though I’m not sure I’m completely against an orgy...

I’m flying over the edge before I’m even aware I arrived. I cry out and arch my back as wave after wave of pleasure pours through me.

Still, Dimitri doesn’t let up, doesn’t relent, doesn’t slow down as he adds a finger to my slick pussy. His lips find my clit and begin to suck at the tender flesh.

Is this man determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from my body?

“Oh my god. Fuck.” Mindless with pleasure, I’m barely aware that I’ve released the headboard to run my fingers through his straight blond hair. It’s only when he pulls away from my core that I realize my mistake.

His palm slams down on my pussy, and the sting reverberates through my entire body. I gasp at the unfamiliar sensation—this strange combination of pleasure and pain weaving together.

“This is your one and only warning,” Dimitri growls, staring up at me from where he rests between my thighs, his lips glimmering with the evidence of my arousal. “If you do it again...”

“I’ll be good,” I all but cry as I quickly grab the bedpost once more.

Dimitri watches me carefully, as if ensuring I’ll keep my promise, before he nods decisively and lowers his head once more.

I’m so close to the edge that all it takes is one swipe of his tongue to send me soaring over it. I release a ragged cry as I’m torn into a thousand pieces, scattered in the wind, and then reformed into something new and exhilarating. Stars dance across my vision, and my body clamps down on his fingers where they’re still pistoning in and out of my tight pussy.

“Dimitri, I need you,” I beg.

I think Dimitri is just as far gone as I am, lost in his desire and lust for me. With an almost blistering speed, he removes the remainder of his clothes and moves to stand in front of me, naked and proud of it.

As he should be.

Every inch of Dimitri Gray is chiseled perfection. His body is toned and muscular, but not in the same way as Barret or even Vin. There’s a subtlety to his physique that has my mouth watering. His long, hard cock strains in his hand, the tip already wet with precum.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the very first moment I saw you,” he growls as he presses his hard cock between my slick folds, not quite entering me yet. “This irritating, insolent student who thought she knew it all.” The tip of his hard cock brushes against my clit, and lightning shoots through my veins. “I envisioned fucking you across my desk thousands of times—both as your professor and as your headmaster.” His hips move forward shallowly, just enough to supply friction against my pussy but not to enter me just yet.

“Dimitri,” I whine.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, Violet. Tell me... Did you imagine me fucking you as often as I did?” He moves his hips a second time, his dick brushing against my most sensitive areas.

But he still doesn’t enter me.

“Dimitri!” I all but beg.

“Answer the question, Violet,” he hisses.

“Yes! I dreamed of fucking you. Of having you on your knees as you ate out my pussy. Of being on my own knees as I took your cock in my throat. I’ve always wanted you, even when I knew I shouldn’t. Even when—”

Dimitri drives into me in one, hard thrust. I cry out at the unexpected intrusion as both pleasure and pain race through my nerve endings.

“Fuck, Dimitri!”

The breath leaves my lungs as Dimitri fucks me like the fate of the world depends on it. All I can hear is my own erratic breathing and the slapping of skin against skin. My tits bounce with every forceful thrust of Dimitri’s hips, and he lowers himself, so his chest brushes against my aching nipples.

“You’re mine, Violet Dracula,” he growls fiercely as he claims my lips in a possessive kiss. “And you won’t fucking leave me.”

“I won’t leave you,” I agree breathlessly.

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