Oh, it was everything I had imagined. Even more. It had been fivelong years since I’d been touched by anyone. The feel of his body taut against mine, and the taste of his lips was like drowning in something I hadn’t realized I’d missed so much. Or maybe I did. But I could never quite bring myself to admit it.
And then suddenly, Dimitri pulled his head back.
I opened my eyes to stare into brown eyes dazed with desire. There was a bit of blood on his lower lip, and I winced at myself.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered.
Dimitri chuckled. “I’m not complaining, Isabella.” Then his face turned serious, his voice breathless. “But I need to make sure this is what you want. If we go any further, I can’t stop myself. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.”
I smiled into his eyes. “You say one thing, but your eyes say another.”
“And what do my eyes say?”
“You want more,” My voice was a whisper. “You want me.”
“Good. You know how I feel, Isabella.” He pressed against me, and I felt it then. The hard bulge of his cock. Desire spread through me, uprooting any part of me that would want to back away now. I didn’t just want Dimitri. I needed him, and denying myself was torture. Unreasonable, maybe. But torture nonetheless. And tonight, I was done torturing myself. I wanted to be pleasured. I wanted to feel good. And only he could do that for me.
So, I pulled away from him, just barely. Then I took his hand, lifted up the dress I had on, just enough to slip his fingers between my legs and into my panties so that he could feel my desire, my wetness.
A smirk curled up his lips when his fingers connected with my folds.
“Now you know how I feel.”
His gaze never left mine as he withdrew his fingers and inserted them into his mouth.
Fuck. I couldn’t even blink watching him lick off his fingers like something he’d been starved of for so long. His eyes were closed as he licked every inch of his fingers. And when he opened them again, his eyes had gone dark. A grin spreadacross his lips.
“I could never forget how damn good you taste, Isabella.” He grabbed my waist again, pulled me into him, eliminating the distance I’d created, and kissed me. This time, he lifted me up effortlessly to my feet, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed me with a fierce urgency, as though I’d unlocked the chains of his restraint. There was nothing remotely gentle about the way he nipped my lips, the way he palmed my ass, the way he threw me to the bed and climbed onto me to continue ravishing my mouth.
“God, I missed this, Isabella,” Dimitri murmured against my lips, his voice rough. “I missed kissing you, I missed…” His hands moved to grope my breasts through my clothing, and I let out a soft moan. “I miss hearing you moan, hearing you cry out my name as you come.”
In an instant, Dimitri rolled onto the bed, pulling me on top of him. Then, he hiked up my dress, discarding it and my bra all within seconds. When I was bare in front of him, he stared at my full breasts, practically devouring them with his eyes.
I don’t know why, but I felt shy under his gaze. And he noticed it with the way my hands moved restlessly beside me.
“You’re beautiful, Isabella. So damn beautiful.” Dimitri pushed up from the bed and covered my nipples with his mouth, his breath hot against my skin.
I gasped so loud I had to slam a hand over my mouth to keep the sounds that were coming out of me as Dimitri sucked, bit down, and licked my left nipple, while he rolled the other between his fingers.
God, the sensation was amazing. Made all the more intense by the fact that I hadn’t been touched like this in five years. And I’d only ever been touched like this once. By him. It felt so good, I couldn’t keep myself from moaning out loud despite the hand over my mouth. But the last thing I wanted to do was to wake Adele.
Dimitri slid his hand into my panties, and that did it. I cried out, throwing my head back and completely forgetting, for a second, that we weren’t entirely alone. The urge to scream, to let out every inch of the blissful sensation I was feeling, overrode logic.
“You’re so wet, Isabella. And all I can think about right now is being inside of you.”
“Then do it,” I whispered.
“No, I want to take my time. I want to make you feel good, better than any other man ever did.”
Dimitri noticed the way my body went still, and he tilted his head up to look at me. There was surprise in his eyes. But it was not just surprise. It was something else—reverence, admiration. Pride, even.
“You haven’t been with anyone in the last five years.” He said it as a statement, not a question. But I nodded anyway.
“Fuck,” he bit down on his lip. “You’re going to be tight. Do you want me to go slow? I should go slow.”
I chuckled. “Are you telling me or telling yourself?”
“Both.” His voice was a ragged whisper. “But honestly, I don’t think I can go slow.”