I tear myself away and waste no time in capturing her mouth with mine, dragging her up and back onto the pillows, kissingaway her cries ofplease, pleaseas her dark hair spills over the cream pillows in a beautiful contrast.
My erection strains in my pants and I can’t shed them quickly enough, clumsy and bulky as I lay over her, my knuckles brushing her, butfuckmy cock finally falls out against her, thick and heavy.
“Dimitri, please—” She’s begging, her body trembling beneath mine. “I need?—”
“Tell me what you need,” I growl against her throat as I nip at the sensitive skin there, sliding my length through her folds. “Say it.”
Vera’s breath catches and she tightens her hold on my shoulders. “You,” she pleads. “I need you. Please.”
It’s the please that undoes me. The raw need in her voice. The way she’s looking at me like I’m the only thing that can make this better.
I enter her, swallowing her gasp, and this time there’s no pain for her. Just pleasure. She’s ready for me, her body welcoming mine, and the sensation of being inside her again—of that perfect heat and tightness—makes my brain short-circuit.
“Fuck,” I hiss, almost hilted. She’s so tight, sofuckingtight and she rocks against me, trying to accommodate me and make room. Such a good girl…
My brain screams at me to fuck her as hard as I can. But I force myself to go slow and be careful. She’s pregnant and I need to be gentle even when every instinct wants to take her hard and fast.
I hitch up her thigh and she opens just so, just enough, and I slide the rest of the way in with a hot groan. She shifts her hips against me, a small rocking movement that hints ather desperation. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about our wedding night and while that was good,thisis nothing I ever thought of.
This is unimaginable, herwanting, herresponding, her needy little protest as her fingers grasp for purchase. Her lips fall apart in a silent gasp and her cheeks are pink and beautiful. Pink just like?—
I look down where I’m buried inside her. “You’re mine,” I tell her as I pull back and thrust in once more. “This baby is mine. Say it.”
Vera cries out, clinging to my shoulders as my hips snap into her again and then another time. “I’m yours,” she breathes. “We’re both yours.”
The words shatter something inside me—some last wall I’d been holding up between us. I duck my head into her neck, sinking onto her, muttering beautiful obscenities against her throat aboutno oneandfill youandmineandtake youand other things that I don’t even know what I’m saying.
This isn’t just sex. It’s not just physical release or comfort after a nightmare. It’s something more that terrifies me even as I’m drowning in it.
It’sconnection. And it’s undeniable
I canfeelthe connection as she comes around me with a loud moan, clawing at my back as I drive into her through the crash, never relenting in my pace even though I pull back slightly to watch her flushed cheeks and wild hair. Beautiful, beautiful Vera, beautiful in order and chaos, beautiful in focus and dazed lust, and I want to bask in it for hours, but the pressure in my cock is unbearable, and I can’t—I can’t?—
“Fuck, I feel—” I grope at her breast, full and bouncing, and I want to bury myself in them too. “Fuck, Vera, I’m—I can’t—you’re so fucking tight, I can’t?—”
I fall back on top of her, and my hands grasp at her waist, and something in me snaps. I forget that she’s pregnant and needs to be handled delicately. I can only think of the need toconsumeher. My pace becomes brutal and punishing and she clings to me, riding out another wave of her own bliss as my lips latch onto her jaw, her neck, and then, with another violent snap of my hips, I groan her name against her shoulder and bite down on the tender muscle there as I spill into her in a hot rush.
Vera.
Her eyes fall shut and her face, perfect in all its sharp angles, glows with pleasure and rest. She runs her hands down the length of his back, and I nearly shudder at the gentle touch as I caress her waist. She’s still so soft, so tender, and pliant, and I flex my hips into her.
There’s a small mark on her neck, just where I’d bitten her and some guilt stirs in my chest. I let the baser part of myself take over and I hurt her. I kiss her skin there in apology. I’ll be better next time.
Wait, when did I start thinking there would be anext time?
I don’t rise for a moment, relishing in her form beneath me. Her hands softly stroke at my back as I bask in a post-sex haze. We’re both breathing hard and I’m still inside her.
I need to leave and go back to my own room and pretend this didn’t happen. That’s what I tell myself as I start to pull away.
But the moment I move, Vera makes a small sound of protest and her hand clutches at my arm.
She’s already half-asleep, exhausted from the nightmare and the aftermath, but she’s pulling me closer instead of pushing me away, and I find myself unable to resist. “Stay,” she whispers.
I crumble immediately, like a damn house of cards and I hiss as I pull out of her but settle back down beside her. She immediately nestles against me, her head resting on my chest and her body fitting along the length of mine, one arm draped over my waist as if she’s done it a thousand times before, as if this is exactly where she belongs.
I really need to leave still, but I’m so fucking exhausted. It’s nearly four in the morning, and I haven’t slept properly in weeks. The warmth of her body against mine, the steady rhythm of her breathing, the softness of her hair against my jaw—it’s more soothing than it has any right to be.
Just for a minute, I tell myself.I’ll stay just until she falls fully asleep. Then I’ll go.
