Angelique Delavigne
A New Life
Angelique emerged from her light doze and rolled over in the bed she’d flopped onto after her shower, wearing nothing but a soft toweling bathrobe. She reached to the nightstand to pick up one of the magazines her mother had dropped off. Dmitri was on the balcony having a night-cap. He walked back in when he heard movement.
"You're awake." He came over and kissed her forehead.
They were in the exclusive suite at The Four Seasons. They had flown in the day before so she could start making the arrangements for the wedding. It was not like she had much to do; her mother had championed the planning. They were just here to say, “I do” and sign the register.
Dmitri's family would be flying through in several days. For an aristocratic family, they had taken nicely to Angelique. Their noble heritage probably had a lot to do with why Angelique’s mother had finally come around to accepting Dmitri. Sophia Delavigne would be a snob until the day she died.
"Look at this,” Angelique said with a frown, for a moment, not thinking about who she was talking to. “It's not even been two weeks, and he's already seeing someone else. There are pictures of them in all these magazines. He takes her to all our favorite spots. Do you think he was cheating on me with her?"
"Darling, what do you care? You're with me. You're happy. We're getting married in a few days. You can't keep looking back at your ex," Dmitri replied, looking annoyed.
"You're right. You're right. I'm sorry. Did you get any sleep?" she asked, a little flustered as she realized she was feeling a surge of jealousy. The girl in the pictures with Prince was fine-featured and beautiful in a way that needed no enhancing. She had a face Angelique herself had longed for when she was much younger, and the world had yet to harden her.
"Not yet,” replied Dmitri. “The jet lag hasn't set in yet. Your city is beautiful. I know we agreed on Bali for our honeymoon, but afterward I'd like to take you to St. Petersburg. It's beautiful too, but in a different way; I think you'd love it."
"What did I do to deserve you?" she replied, looking at him lovingly. He was so different from Prince, with his warm eyes and tender concern. "I hope you know you're the stuff of my wildest dreams. I love you."
"And I you,” he said, smiling. She reached up her hand and trailed a fingertip down his cheek, feeling the light bristle of stubble there. It was a sensation she loved, and she cupped her palm and let the tiny hairs tickle her skin lightly.
“I haven’t shaved yet,” he said ruefully, turning his face to press his lips into her hand.
“I’m glad,” she said, “I like the feeling of it.” She wasn’t exaggerating. It set something tingling within her. But then again, everything about this man made her tingle.
He’d rested one knee on the mattress beside her and leaned a hand on either side of her shoulders, dipping down to brush his bristled cheek against her own. “And do you like the feeling of it here?” he asked teasingly.
“Oh yes,” she replied, grinning as she stroked the muscled lines of his shoulders and biceps. “That’s lovely there.”
“How about here?” he asked, dropping lower, brushing beneath her chin.
The feeling raised a flurry of gooseflesh down her chest. Her grin turned into a giggle. “Yeah, that’s pretty good, too.”
“And here?” he asked again, his voice slightly muffled as he buried his mouth into the curve where her neck met her shoulder. Angelique swallowed hard and gave a little shiver. His fingers had strayed to the belt of her robe, deftly untying it.
“Oh. Yes, I think I also like that.” Her voice was growing hoarse. He shifted a little to straddle her, his eyes glittering as he looked down at her. He’d tugged apart the lapels of her robe and exposed her breasts to his heated gaze. Moving further down her body, he rasped his prickly cheek along the fine skin of her bared torso, making her squirm.
“Here too?” He buried his face between the flesh of her breasts, large hands hefting and cupping their weight as he turned his head and nuzzled each nipple in turn.
Angelique’s breath had quickened, and she arched her back up to meet his hot mouth. Dmitri flicked the tip of his tongue over a puckered peak and then lightly rasped his teeth over the skin. “Here?” he repeated more insistently, his teeth applying a little more pressure.
“Yes!” she gasped out. “Yes…yes, there too!” She lowered a hand to tangle her fingers into his silky hair, pressing his face closer to her burning skin. When he chuckled against her, the sound was warm and rippled deep into her belly.
He was always so very tender with her, so carefully gentle. Yet, every once in a while, he’d nip a little harder, thrust a little deeper, and the memories would come flooding back…memories of another. Someone who’d take her and pound into her like a man possessed. She pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind now, focusing on the feelings Dmitri was creating with his lips and his mouth as he sank lower still.
“What about this place?” he said, looking up at her, then impishly dipped his tongue into her navel. She bit out a little shriek of laughter mixed with pleasure, shaking her head. “You don’t like that?” His face was a mask of mock disappointment. “Maybe you think there are better places I should be burying my tongue?” He’d wedged himself between her thighs and she ruffled his hair slightly, licking her dry lips.
“You’re incorrigible,” she said lightly. “You know they’ll be waiting for us downstairs soon.” She made as if to sit up, but his expression grew serious.
“Let them wait,” he whispered, and then he was pushing her back against the bed and curling strong hands around her thighs, spreading them wider as he dipped his head low. When his mouth closed over her neatly waxed pussy, her back bowed. The pressure of his fingers on her flesh was almost enough to leave marks, and somehow those memories were rushing back again.
Prince! Don’t think about Prince…Angelique’s mind reeled. And then Dmitri had taken the hot nub of her clit into his mouth, sucking deeply, mercilessly as she twisted and writhed against him. When he roughly shoved two fingers into her welcoming heat, and then a third, stretching her flesh almost painfully, Angelique felt herself shatter. She raked sharp nails down Dmitri’s arms as pleasure crashed through her.
Goddamn you, Prince Walker, you’ve ruined me!
