Page 117 of Shattered Diamonds

“That’s my girl.” His gruff approval brings my heart rate to a bruising beat.

When Demetri speaks, it’s liquid sex. His voice wraps around your limbs and holds you captive. He’s demanding in tone but effortlessly praising in nature.

His fingers twist in the material at the base of my skull. He withdraws himself from my mouth. I feel both of his hands at the base of my throat. With a jerk, my leotard is ripped down the middle and tugged down to my waist, leaving my chest exposed to the cool air and Demetri.

Heavy pants of breath escape his lungs in a ravenous growl. “Open,” he gruffly voices, reinserting himself, thrusting twice before pulling back out. My lips slide over his ridged edge, the hint of salt lingers on the tip of my tongue. My hearing has become heightened with the loss of my sight. My head is jerked back. Two wet slaps sound before heat sears my chest. There’s a moment of silence, just breathing between the two of us until I feel his touch. He collects his cum and swirls his fingers over my prickled skin. He spreads it around my nipple then squeezes the peak between the pads of his two fingers, sliding them back and forth as if he is holding himself in his hand. I release a moan from deep within. The sensation so stimulating my core tightens, seeking him. My chest swells. My breath hitches. I call out his given name, pleading for more. He corrects me in a way that makes me tremble. He pinches my peaked nub, ordering me to refer to him properly.

“Sir…” I ardently moan.

He catches my whimper with his tongue, his kiss harsh and demanding, sloppy and raw.

“Sir, I want to see you, need to,” I breathlessly plead, craving the sight of his carnal aura.

“No.”

I release a frustrated moan at his blatant refusal.

“You need to feel me, firefly.” His fingers wrap around the base of my neck. “That ache you feel between your legs, the one that is becoming too much for you to bear, I feel it too. You need to feel me. Know that I’m not going anywhere. And baby, trust me, you’re gonna feel me.” He applies pressure to my shoulder and pushes me back until I’m lying on top of my hands on the floor. My body jerks when he rips my leotard down the rest of the way. He kisses his way down my stomach until her reaches the band of my tights. I hear him shifting, then I feel something cold against my skin. “Don’t move, Haven. If you do, I’ll nick your pretty little pussy with my blade.”

I immediately stiffen now knowing what’s pressed against my skin. I hear everything surrounding me like it’s coming through a megaphone. His labored breathing. My breathing. The static of the speakers behind the melodic music still playing. The creak of the house. The shifting of his clothes being removed. His deep chuckle of satisfaction. The rip and release of material covering my soaked opening. It all filters in like a sonic boom, detonating something inside of me. Breaking me open and bringing me to a place I’ve never felt before. I feel like I’m floating, detached, but also in a way so very present.

“Just feel me.” His rasping statement has me mewling. “Fuck, firefly. If you could see yourself the way I see you.”

The back of my thighs are gripped with unforgiving hands. My legs are shoved up until my knees are pressed to my chest. My arms scream from where they are pinned between my back and the floor. The frayed material of my tights tickles the inside of my thighs. The clank of metal hitting the floor is piercing. The swoosh of his clothes being removed fuels my desire. The tip of his erection kindling to the fire at my opening and then… the sting of his intrusion blazing the simmering fire. I shiver and wail, shifting my bottom to accommodate his size. I bear down on him, needing, wanting more of him, of us. My arms scream from the bruising movement until he maneuvers my body so my arms come under my bottom and up the back of my thighs to the crease behind my knees. He effectively has my body pinned and open to him. He slides my ass up his thighs and slowly slides back inside me. He leisurely rocks his hips. The pressure has me straining for release, chasing the waves my body and I crave. But also knowing I won’t be able to capture it until he allows it.

He pulls back teasing me. A frustrated moan from deep inside my chest lets loose. Then my body starts to rock faster and faster as he unforgivingly fucks me. This man. This beast of a man is mine. He knew exactly what I needed. A place to go to, to forget, and to forgive. To be thankful for the man who has inadvertently been set in my path. My husband has taken me there with his touch, his words, his need to dominate, and mine to submit. He has given me his promise with the swoop and pull of his hips, the pads of his fingers, and the swipe of his tongue. The way he moves, angling his body, rubbing against the part of me that takes me to a glorious place only he has brought me, is beautifully terrifying.

Everything disappears as he continues to batter my insides. I feel myself slipping into something I can only describe as a protective bubble. Extreme euphoric sensations overwhelm me and take me to a place of comfort. A high I’ve never experienced before. My body hums with an impending orgasm that makes my limbs convulse while I call out my protector’s name and plead for relief. “Sir!”

“Let go, firefly.”

ChapterForty-Three

DEMETRI

Jesus.Her cunt weeps for me. She’s open to me like a dehydrated flower in the middle of a wicked storm. I am her storm. The thunder that will clap against her full-figured body. The lightening that will strike, thickening the blood in her veins. The rain that will wash away years of self-proclaimed faults and failures. I am her motherfucking storm.

I swallow every moan and whimper. Kiss and bite the tremor of her lips. Ingest her sweet nectar. She is at the height of her desire and nothing I have ever seen before has been more beautiful.

“Ah, the sweet, musky smell of my woman. My one and only addiction,” I gruffly voice while watching her pussy tighten and release around my cock as she mewls to the heaven she is torturously floating around in. The sight of her squeezing me becomes too much. I pull out of her body, lean down, and press the flat of my tongue against her pulsating lips, tasting her, ingesting her, savoring her. “You taste like fucking honeysuckle on a warm summer day, firefly.”

“Demetri!” she cries.

“Not yet, firefly. We’re not done. I’m going to fuck you until I’ve filled you twice with my cum. Then I am going to carry you upstairs and make love to my beautiful wife.”

ChapterForty-Four

HAVEN

Lazily,my fingers play in his dark chest hair. Shadows dance along the wall as the trees sway outside from a brewing storm. The moment is perfect, dare I say, serene. As if the world outside may be callus but in here with him, I will never have to worry.

Demetri kept his promise. My body, inside and out, was coated with him. He owned every part of me. When he finally released the tie from my wrists and gave me my sight back, I was a mess. I flew into his arms. He held me tight and let me cry. My head spun and I felt lost, but also found, and I knew I was safe. When he wrapped his suit jacket around my body with instruction to wrap my arms around his neck when he lifted me, I never once worried about my weight. I did as I was told and wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face into his chest, letting him carry me to my second-floor bedroom. He showered both of us and then dried me off. When I went to step from the bathroom as he was toweling his skin dry, I was quickly ordered to stay put.

Here we lay, my leg draped over his thighs and my breasts stuck to the side of his chest as I draw circles in his obsidian hair. We’ve been quiet. Just enjoying the quiet time and thinking about the day. It’s a day I wish I could change as much as I wouldn’t want to. My father is free from the confusion and that is all I need to know to be okay. I’m still sad, but I’m at peace with it.

I feel the sting of tears come with my thoughts and decide to break our silence with a question I know he won’t answer. “How did your meeting go?”

There is a short blip of silence before he says, “Unsatisfactory. The guy never showed.”

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