I open my eyes and look down at her. "Please what? Tell me what you want, Alina."
"You. I want you. All of you."
I kiss down her neck, finding the spot that makes her gasp. My hands cup her breasts, feeling the weight of them, the way her nipples harden under my palms. When I take one into my mouth, she arches off the bed with a cry.
"That's it," I murmur against her skin. "Let me hear you."
I worship her breasts with my mouth and hands, alternating between gentle and rough, learning what makes her moan, what makes her writhe. Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me to her, and I feel her trembling beneath me.
My hand slides down her stomach, and I move lower, kissing down her ribs, her stomach, the curve of her hip. When I settle between her thighs, she tries to close them, suddenly shy.
"Don't," I say, my voice firm. "Let me see you. Let me taste you."
She relaxes, and I spread her thighs wider, taking in the sight of her. Pink and glistening, already wet for me. I lean in and run my tongue along her slit, and she cries out, her hips bucking.
"Dimitri!"
I hold her hips down and do it again, slower this time, savoring her taste. She's sweet and musky, and I can't get enough. I find her clit with my tongue and circle it, feeling her thighs start to shake.
"Please," she gasps. "Please, I need?—"
I know what she needs. I slide two fingers inside her, feeling how tight she is, how wet. I curl them, finding that spot that makes her see stars, and work her with my fingers while my tongue continues its assault on her clit.
She comes apart beautifully, her back arching, her hands fisting in the sheets, my name a scream on her lips. I don't stop, drawing out her orgasm until she's trembling and oversensitive.
When I finally pull back, she's flushed and panting, her green eyes glazed with pleasure. I move up her body and kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
"I want to be inside you," I tell her, my cock pressing against her thigh. "I want to feel you come around me."
"Yes." She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. "Please, Dimitri. I need you."
I position myself at her entrance and push in slowly, feeling her stretch around me. She's so tight, so hot, so perfect. When I'm fully seated inside her, I pause, giving her time to adjust.
"Okay?" I ask, my voice strained with the effort of holding still.
"More than okay." She rocks her hips, and I groan. "Move. Please move."
I start slowly, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Long, deep strokes that make her gasp with each thrust. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I feel the sting of it, the mark of her on my skin.
"Harder," she demands, and I comply, increasing my pace. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the room, mixed with her moans and my harsh breathing.
I shift the angle, hitting that spot inside her that makes her cry out. Her inner walls flutter around me, and I know she's close again.
"That's it," I encourage, one hand sliding between us to find her clit. "Come for me, Alina. Let me feel it."
She shatters, her orgasm crashing over her with such force that she nearly screams. The feeling of her clenching around me, the way her whole body tenses and then releases, pushes me over the edge. I thrust deep one final time and come hard, filling her, marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.
We stay locked together for a long moment, both of us trembling, both of us trying to catch our breath. Finally, I roll to the side, pulling her with me so she's draped across my chest.
"I love you," she whispers against my skin. "I know it's fast, I know it's crazy, but I love you, Dimitri."
The words pierce through every defense I've ever built. I want to say them back, want to tell her that I love her too, that she's changed everything. But the words stick in my throat, trapped by decades of learning that love is weakness.
Instead, I hold her tighter and kiss the top of her head. "Sleep," I tell her. "Tomorrow will be difficult."
She nods and settles against me, her breathing gradually evening out as exhaustion claims her. I lie awake, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of her body against mine.
And as the hours pass, as I watch her sleep peacefully in my arms, I finally admit the truth to myself.
