He was slow, careful, letting me adjust to the fullness even as it burned. I whimpered, hips rocking forward, and when he added a second finger, stretching me wider, the pressure built relentlessly.
His arm wrapped around my back, locking me against his chest so I couldn’t pull away even if I wanted to. I didn’t want to.
“Come for me, Zoya,” he commanded against my neck, biting hard enough to make me gasp. “Let me feel you break.”
I shattered, pleasure crashing through me as my body clenched around his fingers. I cried out, nails digging into his arms as he held me through every wave until I was shaking and oversensitive.
He eased his fingers out slowly and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean while holding my gaze. The sight alone sent heat racing through me again.
Then he pulled me close, positioning me against his chest, one hand cradling the back of my head so my cheek rested over his heart. His breathing stayed steady, controlled, as if he’d never lost himself at all.
“You’re mine,” he hissed, the words heavy and final.
He kissed me again, slower this time, deeper, like a vow. When he finally pulled back, he murmured, “Sleep now.”
His arms stayed locked around me, protective and possessive. Exhaustion tried to drag me under, but his presence anchored me. Dmitry’s voice came again, quiet and final. “This isn’t where this ends. It’s where you stop pretending you’re not already mine.”
Chapter 14
Dmitry
Ididn’t sleep. Couldn’t. The taste of her still coated my tongue, her sweet wetness lingering like a drug I couldn’t shake.
My cock stayed rock-hard, throbbing against my zipper, every pulse reminding me how close I’d come to breaking every rule I’d set for myself.
Never get close. Never get attached.
Zoya had come apart on my fingers so easily, her virgin pussy clenching so tight it nearly undid me right there. And now she was pressed against me, and I knew she’d give me every single inch of her body.
The air smelled like her arousal, pure innocence, and all mine.
She’d come so hard on my hand, clenching tight around my fingers, crying out like it was the only word she knew.
The bunker air felt thick now, charged, as if the walls were holding their breath for what came next. I was already on the cot with her, bodies tangled under the dim light, blanket kicked aside. She lay there in nothing but that oversized sweatshirt, hem riding high on her thighs, no sweats, no panties… just bare.
I couldn’t help but stare at her flushed skin and the way her legs parted just enough to show me she was still dripping for me. When I looked at her face, I saw her eyes locked on mine. I saw hunger. Fuck. That look alone could bring a man like me to his knees.
I shifted over her, one knee between her thighs, crowding her against the thin mattress. I grabbed the hem of the sweatshirt and shoved it up, bunching it under her arms. Her tits spilled free, all soft and perfect, nipples already hard and begging.
“Dmitry,” she whispered in a sex-laden voice that nearly undid me.
I latched onto one, sucking hard, teeth grazing until she arched off the cot with a gasp. When I switched to the other and gently bit down just enough to sting, she gripped my hair and pulled.
I kneaded the first with rough fingers and she moved her fingers to my back, clawing at my skin, nails digging through my shirt, hips rocking up to grind her wet pussy against the bulge in my pants.
I pushed my pants down, needing to feel every inch of her soft, perfect skin. I rolled my hips forward, pressing my aching cock against her bare heat. No barriers left. Just slick warmth covering my cock.
Zoya whimpered, the sound shooting to my balls. I hid nothing about how hard I was, how badly I needed to sink into that untouched pussy.
“Tell me to stop,” I rasped against her throat, teeth scraping her pulse. “Last fucking chance, Zoya.”
She dug her nails deeper. “Don’t.”
That single word broke everything. I shoved the sweatshirt higher, trapping her arms for a second before I yanked it off completely and tossed it aside. I reached behind and grabbed myshirt, pulling the material over my head and letting it fall to the ground.
Naked now, except for the sweat on her skin. I shifted lower, spread her thighs wide with both hands, and held her open. Her pussy glistened all pink, swollen, and dripping. Untouched except by me.
I groaned low and leaned in, licking a slow, flat path up her slit, drinking her up. Sweet. So fucking sweet. I sucked her clit into my mouth with gentle pressure at first, then harder, while one finger traced her entrance. I had to finger-fuck her again.
