I know it sounds logical, but I don’t understand the one-eighty in his personality. "Then why go through all this trouble now?"
"Because now that you're here, you're mine." He pulls me closer and places a soft kiss on my lips. "And I take care of what belongs to me."
"So I'm just a possession?" It feels as insulting as it sounds. "Something you own?"
"No, you're not. It's just… complicated." He rests his forehead against mine. "I don't have better words right now. All I know is you're in my bed, under my protection, and that's where you're staying because it's where I want you."
"That's it?" I look up at him. "That's all you can say?"
"For now." His mouth hovers over mine. "Is that enough?"
Obviously, it's not enough for me, but I get it. For a guy like him, maybe saying he likes me or that he wants me is too hard. If telling me he wants my sex, me in his bed, whatever, is all he can do, then I have to try to be okay with that for now. It isn't like he's forcing me to do anything. Everything we've done has been consensual on both parts. And he is protecting me and my family in a situation where I know without it, I could be in real danger.
Besides, I heard his slip earlier. He said showering together is what couples do when they care, Which means at some level, he knows he has some sort of feelings for me. And when this has run its course and the threat is over, if he decides he's done with me, I can always move to the Ukraine alone. It sounds sad, but I know not all things last.
"Yeah, it's, okay," I mumble halfheartedly, not really sure what I'm getting myself into.
He kisses me, and I let myself sink into it. His hands move to my waist and mine come up to his shoulders. The water poursover us while we stand there kissing, and though I'm still slightly confused and conflicted, I feel my body starting to respond to him.
His kiss deepens and my hands slide from his shoulders down his chest. The water makes his skin slippery under my palms and I can feel his heart beating rapidly. My fingers trace lower over his stomach and he groans into my mouth.
"Touch me." His voice is a growl against my lips.
I wrap my hand around him and he's already swelling. My fingers stroke slowly while we continue kissing and his hands slide up to cup my breasts. When his thumbs brush over my nipples I groan into his mouth.
"I need to be inside you." He backs me against the shower wall. "Right now."
The tile is cold on my back but his body is hot and I can't deny that I want him too. He lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist automatically. One of his hands braces against the wall beside my head while the other grips the back of my thigh to hold me up. It's a little shocking how strong he is, but my pussy doesn't care about anything but the throbbing dick prodding at me.
"Look at me" he grumbles as I reach between us and guide him toward my entrance. "I want to see your face."
I meet his eyes and he pushes inside slowly. The stretch makes me gasp and my fingers dig into his shoulders. He fills me completely and the angle has him hitting somewhere deep that makes my toes curl.
"You okay?" His jaw is tight like he's barely holding himself back, and I see the concentration on his face, the way his bicep next to my face is rock hard with tension as he balances us.
"Fuck yes," I groan, rocking my hips against him. "Fuck me."
He pulls out nearly all the way before thrusting back in hard, and I whimper as his mouth captures the sound with a kiss. Every thrust is exquisite, lubed with my moisture and the water and entirely him. I don't even have to hold on, but I do, with one arm around his neck while my hand furiously rubs my clit.
"God, you're so fucking hot." He adjusts his grip on my thigh. "I don’t think I'll ever get enough of you."
Dimitri kisses me again, biting my lip, and suddenly he's moving faster—harder. Each thrust drives deeper than the last and I can't do anything except hold on while he takes what he wants. I can barely catch my breath between kisses, and my core throbs so intensely I think I may lose control of my bladder when he finally makes my coil snap.
"You feel so good." His breathing is ragged against my neck. "So perfect like this."
"I can't…" I can barely form words. "It's too much." But my fingers don't stop their frantic circling of my swollen bud. Between the hot water and the juices he's drawing from me, my fingers barely stay on my clit and ever slide is torture.
"Yes, you can." He doesn't slow down. "I want to feel you come around me."
My fingers circle faster and his next thrust hits that spot inside that makes my vision blur. I'm right on the edge and barelyholding on. My legs tighten around his waist and my nails dig into the back of his neck.
"Fuck," I moan, "I'm so close."
"Let go," he snarls before biting my neck, and the next thrust sends me over.
The climax tears through me, and I bite his shoulder while my whole body shakes. I can feel myself pulsing around him and it must push him over too because suddenly he's groaning and burying himself as deep as he can go.
His movements become erratic, and I feel him finish inside me. We're both trembling and gasping for air while the water continues to shower us, and my legs are shaking so badly, I don't know how I'm still holding on.
