Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive(54)

He rolled them onto their sides and lifted her leg over his hip, opening her more fully to his deliberate, achingly wonderful thrusts.

“Play with your clit, zaika moya, come for me.”

She slipped her hand between her legs while he gave her what felt like a world class hickey on the side of her neck, driving her crazy with his harsh grunts as his pace increased. When he bit her she tensed, and when he increased the strength of his bite she screamed out, coming hard as she rubbed her clit. He really began to pound into her then, rough enough that he fucked another climax out of her on the heels of the last. Unable to stand the intensity, she sank her nails into his arm around her, crying out as he pressed deep and roared her name.

She could feel the hot pulses of his release inside of her and realized he wasn’t wearing a condom.

They shivered together, his dick twitching and the reflexive clamp of her pussy making him groan. After a few minutes of cuddling he began to move inside of her again and she moaned, exhaustion and pleasure battling within her. Manipulating her as if she was a doll, Dimitri shifted them so he was between her legs, looking down at her.

Their gaze locked and he didn’t look away when he slipped a hand between them and circled her clit with his thumb. She strained to keep her eyes open as the pleasure built with each thrust of his dick. Shifting his hips, he adjusted his angle until he hit that sweet spot inside of her pussy that made it feel like he was stroking her clit from the inside out. A long moan escaped her and he gave her a pleased, but savage smile.

“This is my cunt, my body. Mine. Say it, Rya. Who is your Master?”

“You are.” She couldn’t fight the tears that flowed down her cheeks. “Oh, Dimitri, I’m going to miss you so much.”

He held her close and buried his face against the side of her neck while increasing the pressure on her clit until all thoughts fled her mind except the need to come. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders and raked her nails down his back, urging him on, whispering for him to fuck her harder, faster. With a grunt he did as she begged and her cries filled the room as she clung to him, licking at his neck, biting his shoulder, moving with him as they chased their climax together.

His cock seemed to swell within her and she arched as much as she could with his bulk holding her down, crying out his name while almost blacking out as the unbelievable, exquisite pleasure from her climax roared through her.

A moment later his cries joined hers and she went limp beneath him while he filled her with his seed again. Her heart slammed against her ribs hard enough that she was sure he could feel it and he rolled just enough not to crush her, but kept his still hard length inside of her. The man wasn’t human. When he finally withdrew she whimpered at the sore, delicious feeling until he pulled out all the way and the wetness of their combined release flowed out of her.

For a long moment he stayed still next to her, but she was too tired to even open her eyes. She had no idea how much time had passed, but the next thing she knew she was sitting in a warm bath in a bathtub made of some kind of creamy stone, surrounded by candles that smelled like vanilla while Dimitri washed her. A sense of wonder filled her as she turned her head to look back up at him, the warm smile he gave her making her heart thud.

“Hi,” she whispered, her voice rough. “How long have I been in here?”

Smiling wider, he shook his head. “I have never met anyone who sleep as hard as you. We have been here for a while.”

Turning in his arms, she gave him a soft kiss. “That was…wow.”

“I do good with your fantasy, da?”

Rubbing her breasts over his chest, she giggled at the way his stiff cock twitched against her belly. “Are you ever not hard?”

“With you? No, I always want to fuck you.” He grabbed her ass and squeezed. “You are so soft, so womanly. I look at you and all I can think about is how good it makes me feel when you orgasm.”

Resting her head on his damp chest, she sighed. “You’re an incredible lover, an amazing Master, and the best man I’ve ever met.”

His chest lifted beneath her cheek with a sigh. “Little Rya, you are…I cannot think of English word to describe how much you mean to me, how perfect you are.” Sorrow tried to intrude on the moment, so she chased it away by concentrating on his body beneath her. A yawn escaped before she could stop it and his chest rumbled beneath her ear as he chuckled. “Let me dry you before you fall asleep again.”

“Okay.”

He helped her from the tub and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from his magnificent body in the candle light. The water dripping over the well-defined sections of his muscled abdomen and down the sexy V of his lower waist drew her gaze to his hard cock. She tried to reach for him, but he captured her wrist in a hold she easily broke.