"Say you're mine."
"I'm yours."
He thrusts up. Hard.
I cry out. The stretch. The fullness. The way he fills every inch of me.
"Again," he growls against my neck.
"I'm yours." My nails dig into his shoulders. "Only yours."
He pulls back. Slams in again.
The wall shakes behind me. Or maybe that's just me.
His rhythm is brutal. Claiming. Each thrust drives deeper. Harder.
My head falls back against the stone. Pleasure builds low in my belly. Coiling tighter with every movement.
"Look at me," Dmitri demands.
I force my eyes open. Meet his gaze.
"You feel that?" He punctuates the question with a particularly deep thrust. "That's me. Inside you. Owning you."
"Yes." The word comes out as a moan.
His hand slides between us. Finds the sensitive bundle of nerves. Circles.
My body jerks. "Oh God."
"Not God, solnyshko. Me."
His fingers work faster. Matching the rhythm of his hips.
The pleasure builds. Crests. I'm right on the edge.
"Come for me," he orders. "Now."
My body obeys. The orgasm crashes through me. Wave after wave.
Dmitri doesn't stop. Doesn't slow. He drives through my climax. Chasing his own release.
His movements become erratic. Desperate.
"Mine," he growls. "All mine."
He buries himself deep. His whole body goes rigid. I feel him pulse inside me. Hot and claiming.
We stay like that. Pressed against the wall. Both breathing hard.
Slowly, he lowers me. My legs shake as my feet touch the floor.
Dmitri's forehead rests against mine. His hands cup my face.
"I needed that," he admits quietly. "Needed you."
I reach up. Touch his jaw. Feel the stubble rough against my palm.
