“Kinda lost it when your cleavage flashed the moment you leaned over to tuck Adele in.” His face was serious. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
“What? No.”
“I don’t believe you.”
I opened my mouth to counter, but Dimitri pressed his lips onto mine, swallowing my words with a rough kiss.
“Dimitri…” I gasped as he yanked my dress up around my hips, turned me around, and bent me over the bed.
“I love it when you moan my name. But you know what’s better?”
“Wh-what?” I stuttered as he rubbed his fingers along my pussy.
“When you scream my name.” Without warning, he inserted two fingers inside me, and it took everything in me, and the conscious thought that once again, we weren’t alone, not to scream.
Dimitri pumped his fingers in and out of me, the sound of my wetness filling the room.
“Fuck, Isabella…”
He groaned, impatience edged in his voice. And then he withdrew his fingers, unzipped his pants, and slid inside of me in one swift motion.
“Oh.” A satisfied moan escaped him. “I will never getused to this. You feel like heaven, Isabella.” He pushed deeper until he was buried to the hilt before he started to move.
No—pound. Dimitri pounded into me mercilessly, our bodies slapping against each other. We had to muffle our moans so we didn’t wake Adele, and somehow that only heightened the intensity of the moment, like we were containing all our emotions in this small bubble where we were the only ones who existed.
“Dimitri,” I bent backwards, and he seized the opportunity to grab my breasts, circling my nipples.
A guttural groan tore from Dimitri’s throat. My orgasm raced through me with such intensity that Dimitri had to put a hand over my mouth to keep my screams at bay.
Right before my release, Dimitri buried his face in my neck and sank his teeth into me. I knew what this was: Dimitri was claiming me, marking me as his Mate in the most intimate and passionate way. I felt a bone-deep connection pulse through me as I flung my head back, giving him room to sink his teeth deeper into my skin.
It didn’t hurt one bit. It felt euphoric. Like the best feeling ever.
His thrusts grew harder. And that did it for me.
And then I exploded, a second orgasm racing through me with an intensity that made my entire being shake.
“You’re mine,” he whispered into my ear. “Mine only, Isabella.”
Seconds later, he followed, suppressing his groans as he spilled inside of me.
We were both panting heavily. And by the time the aftershocks had subsided, he spun me and wrapped his arms around me.
“I love you, Isabella,” he murmured. “No, scratch that—I’m crazy in love with you.”
I beamed weakly against his chest. “I love you, too, Dimitri.”
The wedding planninghappened faster than I expected.
Partly because Dimitri was impatient. He said, “We’ve wasted five years already, I’m not waiting one more day than necessary.”
I hadn’t wanted anything grand. In fact, the planning had been for a simple wedding in the garden. But then Crane came along, pouring his resources into the wedding to make it grand.
“You deserve a fairy tale,” Crane said when I protested about the extravagance. “After everything you’ve been through, you deserve something beautiful.”
And so, the ceremony was set for two weeks later. Just enough time to arrange everything, but not so long that we’d drive ourselves crazy with anticipation.
The day of the wedding finally came. I stood in the bridal suite, staring at myself in the mirror, hardly recognizing the woman looking back. The dress was ivory silk and lace, elegant and simple. My hair was swept up, leaving my neck bare to show the Mate mark that had appeared there the last time Dimitri and I were together.
