The room had white painted walls with exposed wood vaulted ceilings and a deck that led out to a private patio looking out over the ocean. A black wrought iron chandelier in keeping with the Spanish feel of the room’s décor provided a warm golden light. The large, modern bed with its cream and white quilt looked inviting. A small seating area divided the large room and pretty floral artwork done in red, orange, and gold tones decorated the walls. Their luggage already sat near what she assumed was a closet and a bouquet of lilies tied with a red silk ribbon lay on the bed.
Dimitri came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. “I have missed you so much.”
It was like he’d flipped a switch inside of her, her need for him, for his touch, for his body moving inside of her, sensitizing her skin and her pussy swell. “I missed you too, Dimitri.”
His long, calloused fingers stroked her hair back so he could duck down and gently lick her bruises. “I need to care for you, Rya. Please let me.”
“Anything, Dimitri. I’m yours.”
Chapter Twenty One
Dimitri smoothed his hands over Rya’s hips, holding back a growl as he thought about that assassin putting his hands on her and how close he’d come to losing his beloved.
“Dimitri,” she said with a soft sigh and turned in his arms. “I need you. I’ve been so lonely without you.”
Her golden eyes reminded him of molten metal, and his whole body buzzed with the amazing energy that only came when he was around his woman. She looked up at him with such trust he felt as if he could conquer the world for her, and bring the stars down from the sky and hand them over to her. He understood now what Petrov meant about loving a woman making him a better man. When he had her in his arms all he wanted to do was make sure her life was only filled with joy, to provide the best future for her that he possibly could.
Moving slowly, he helped her take her t-shirt off, the sight of the bruises on her delicate ribs sending white hot anger rocketing through him. She was so delicate she could have easily been killed, taken away from him. Overwhelmed with the need to soothe her pain he lowered himself to his knees and began to tenderly kiss her bruises.
“Do they hurt, zaika moya?”
Her voice came out husky with desire as she sighed. “Dimitri, nothing hurts while you’re touching me. Well, except for my pussy. It aches. Maybe you should kiss that.”
He smiled against her skin and reached around to her back, unsnapping her black bra and removing it before sitting back on his heels and staring at her breasts. Large, full, tipped with rosy red nipples, she had the best tits he’d ever seen. Filling his palms with her abundance, he placed a chaste kiss first on one nipple, then the other, and laughed softly as Rya whimpered.
“What is wrong?”
She shifted, her thighs pressing together. “Please don’t tease me.”
Rubbing his lips over her left nipple, he growled softly. “I try to go slow for you. I do not want to rush and hurt you.”
She gripped his hair in her hand hard enough to hurt and tilted his face up to hers. A glimpse of her dominant side shone through as she snarled, “Fuck me.”
Jerking his head from her grasp he growled at her. “Take your pants off and bend over the bed.”
His dick ached when she did as he demanded, her small smile of triumph making him chuckle. His little sub thought she might top from the bottom, but that would not happen. He would always be her Dominant, her Master, and it was time to make her remember that. As soon as she was bent over as instructed he moved up behind her and slid his cock over her rounded ass while brushing her hair over to the side. The sight of his mark, his wolf staring at him from her back filled him with pride even as the bruises marking her delicate skin made his inner animal snarl with rage. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t frighten Rya, so he focused instead on the tattoo, proud that no one who saw her would question who she belonged to.
Leaning over her he licked across the tattoo, enjoying the way she shivered and thrust her ass back at him. “I like this. Why you get?”
Her movements stilled and she let out a soft sigh as he continued to lick her. “I wanted something to always remember you by. To always have you with me because it hurt so much to be alone.”
“Rya,” he whispered, his heart aching for her. “You are mine. I will never leave you alone again.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
Dimitri had originally intended to torment her and make her pay for her attempt to order him around, but that no longer mattered. He needed to be inside of her, needed to reaffirm their connection. In their time apart, he’d thought about taking a kept woman or playing with other couples, but he couldn’t because they weren’t his Rya. He kept Ilyena around for a while to take to events and parties, but they never did anything more than kiss for the camera. She was still getting over her breakup with Alex, and even though he knew Ilyena didn’t love his brother, she missed him. So, Dimitri and Ilyena were miserable together, each missing someone else. It helped that he’d been working twelve-hour days, seven days a week doing everything he could to secure Rya’s future.