She ground herself against him, chasing the friction her body craved. The sensation was electric, pleasure sparking through her nerve endings even through the layers of fabric still separating them.
"Mattie." Her name came out as a growl. "If you keep doing that?—"
"What?" She rolled her hips again, deliberately provocative. "What will you do?"
The answer came not in words but in action. One moment, she was straddling him half dressed, and the next she was completely naked, the remainder of her clothes removed with a speed that shouldn't have been possible.
She gasped as she found herself straddling him again, but this time they were both naked.
"Sorry." Dimitri smiled sheepishly, but instead of looking apologetic, he looked hungry. "I'm still getting used to the speed."
"Don't apologize." She splayed her fingers over his chest.
"I'm yours for the taking. Whatever you want, however you want it. I'm yours." To prove his point, he put his hands behind his head, fingers laced together, removing them from the equation and giving her complete control.
Mattie liked it.
She more than liked it. She loved it. After months of feeling powerless, of having every aspect of her life controlled by forces beyond her influence, being in the driver's seat felt like reclaiming something that had been stolen from her long before she ever set foot on this island.
Sitting up, she adjusted her position and reached down to wrap her fingers around him. He was hot in her hand, hard as steel covered in silk, and he jerked at her touch, a groan escaping his lips.
"Mattie..."
"Shh." She stroked him slowly, enjoying the feel of him, the way his breath caught when she tightened her grip. "I've got you."
She was wet, had been since he'd put her hand on him through his jeans, and when she lifted her hips and positioned him at her entrance, she found she didn't need any more preparation. Her body was ready.
She took him in one smooth motion, sinking down until he was fully seated inside her, until she could feel him everywhere, filling her completely.
They both groaned at the sensation—the pleasure of joining, of becoming one, of fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.
For a moment, Mattie just savored the fullness, the connection, the intimacy of having him inside her. Dimitri's hands remainedbehind his head, his muscles tense with the effort of staying still, but he didn't move. Didn't rush her. Let her set the pace.
Then she began to move.
Slowly at first, lifting her hips and lowering them in a rhythm that was almost meditative, she felt every inch of him as he slid in and out, as her body stretched to accommodate him, as pleasure built in rolling waves that started at their joining and spread outward through her entire body.
Dimitri's breathing grew ragged, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on her with an intensity that might have been frightening if she didn't trust him so completely.
"You're beautiful," he said, the words escaping in a rush like they'd been forced out of him. "I love you."
"I love you too." She increased her pace, driven by his words and by the need coiling tighter and tighter in her core. "I love you, Dimitri."
His control broke.
His hands came out from behind his head and landed on her hips, gripping firmly, helping her move, setting a faster rhythm that pushed them both toward the edge. Mattie gasped at the change, at the way he was guiding her now, lifting her and lowering her like she weighed no more than a feather.
"Yes," she breathed. "Yes, just like that, don't stop?—"
He didn't stop. His hands moved to her bottom, cupping her, and she could feel the inhuman strength in his grip, carefully leashed but unmistakably present. It should have scared her. Instead, it thrilled her, knowing that all that power was being used in the service of her pleasure.
The climax hit her like a wave, sudden and overwhelming, crashing through her body and stealing her breath. She cried out, her back arching, her inner muscles clenching around him as ecstasy pulsed through every nerve.
Dimitri followed moments later, his own release triggered by hers, and she felt him swell inside her, felt the warmth of him as he came with a groan that sounded pained.
Mattie sprawled across his chest, breathing hard, her heart pounding in tandem with his.
"So much for keeping your hands to yourself," she murmured against his skin.
