“I can’t.”
“Don’t force me,” I said. His forehead dropped against mine, his breath warm against my face. The veins near his temples stood out now. “Let me go.”
“Let me touch you.” His voice dropped lower, stripped of its usual control. “Please, baby.”
My stomach turned over.
He begged.
This man actually said please, and the way he called me, fuck it. I moved first, pulling his mouth into mine, and he kissed me back with a desperation that burned through whatever restraint remained between us. His hands settled on my waist as if he needed contact so badly.
“Take me to bed,” I breathed against his lips.
He lifted me without a word, my legs wrapping around his waist. After that, I stopped tracking how we reached the bed. My back hit the mattress, and the kiss deepened, his body covering mine with familiar heat.
I was on pills now, a decision I made the day he appeared at that pharmacy looking wrecked with worry over me. I made that choice because somewhere beneath all my careful logic, I already knew this would happen again. Probably enough timesto become a problem.
A gasp escaped me when he thrust inside me, the kiss breaking apart. I looked down between us and watched him move slowly at first, every stroke giving me time to feel all of it.
When I looked back up, his eyes were already on me.
We held each other’s gaze while his pace deepened. My head pressed harder into the mattress, helpless sounds leaving me before I could stop them.
His hand slid beneath my head, guiding my forehead against his. “Keep your eyes open.”
“Dmitri.”
“Inna,” he murmured my name, and I kept my eyes on him while he moved harder, each thrust carrying enough force to pull broken sounds from my throat. My body took every impact, heat building deep inside me in slow, violent waves.
“Touch yourself.”
My hand slipped between us, fingers finding the sensitive ache there. I moved against my clit carefully at first, then the combined sensation crashed through me so hard my breath caught. A cry escaped me, and my eyes closed again.
“Look at me.”
His voice cut through everything else, and I obeyed instantly. I moved my fingers faster while he slammed into me with a relentless rhythm.
“That’s how you look at your husband while he fucks you,” he stated.
God.
Fine.
I loved this.
Stars gathered at the edges of my vision while my body shook beneath him, pleasure unraveling through me faster than I could control. At some point, I stopped trying to manage any of it and just let him take me apart.
Chapter Forty-three
Inna Grace
Of all the days onthe calendar, my period chose New York. I sat on the toilet, doing the mental calculation, counting backward until I concluded it was real. My irregular cycle never once gave me the courtesy of a working warning system. No backache, no breast tenderness, no cravings. Nothing.
Once I fixed myself up, I went to find Dmitri in the sitting area. He looked up from his phone the moment I walked in. His eyes settled on my face as if he were trying to figure out why we had returned to the hotel suite after breakfast instead of continuing the day.
“We can go,” I said, adjusting the strap of my bag.
He crossed the room toward me, took my left hand, and ran his thumb slowly over the ring on my finger. I followed the movement with my eyes. That ring had sat there for so long that I barely noticed it anymore, and Dmitri never paid attention to it before.