Chapter 67: We’re not done yet, baby

"Say you’re mine."

"I’m yours...."

"Say it like you mean it." He punctuated each word with a brutal thrust. "Say. You’re. Mine."

"I’m yours!" she cried. "I’m yours, Dimitri, only yours, always yours...."

He growled...an inhuman sound of possession and triumph....and started truly fucking her.

No more careful control. No more restraint.

Just raw, brutal claiming.

He pounded into her with a rhythm that stole her breath, each thrust driving deeper, harder, until she couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, could only feel.

The pleasure built impossibly high, tension coiling tighter and tighter in her core.

"Dimitri...I’m going to...."

"Come," he commanded. "Come on my cock. Show me you were made for this. Made for me."

She exploded.

The orgasm ripped through her like lightning, so intense her vision whited out. She felt her body clench around him, felt him groan as her muscles rippled, milking him.

But he didn’t stop.

Kept fucking her through it, extending the pleasure until she was sobbing into the sheets, overwhelmed and desperate and flying apart.

"That’s two," he growled. "We’re not done yet, baby."

He pulled out....she whimpered at the loss....and flipped her onto her back.

"I want to see your face," he said roughly, positioning himself between her thighs. "Want to watch you when I make you come again."

He thrust back inside in one smooth motion, and Eve’s back arched off the bed.

"Eyes on me," he commanded.

She forced her eyes open, met his gaze.

Silver-gray fire. Possessive. Loving. Absolutely feral.

"There she is," he murmured. "My beautiful queen. Taking her king’s cock like she was born for it." He rolled his hips, grinding deep. "You feel that? Feel how perfectly we fit?"

"Yes," she gasped. "God, yes..."

He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half, the new angle driving him impossibly deeper.

Eve cried out, nails raking down his back.

"Mark me," he growled. "Leave your claim on me like I’m leaving mine on you."

She dug her nails in harder, dragging red lines across his shoulders.

He hissed in pleasure, his pace increasing.

The room filled with the sounds of their joining....skin slapping against skin, his guttural groans, her broken cries, the obscene wet sounds of her body taking him over and over.

"Touch yourself," he ordered. "I want to feel you come while I’m inside you."

Eve’s hand slid between their bodies, finding her clit. She was so sensitive, so overstimulated, that the first touch made her gasp.

"That’s it," Dimitri encouraged, his eyes locked on where they were joined. "Fuck, that’s beautiful. Watching you pleasure yourself while I fuck you." He thrust harder. "Are you close?"

"Yes....so close...."

"Then give it to me. Come, Eve. Now."

She did.

The third orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, drowning her in sensation. Her body clenched around him rhythmically, her back bowing off the bed, his name a broken prayer on her lips. ℴ

"Fuck...Eve..." Dimitri’s control finally shattered. His thrusts became erratic, desperate. "I’m going to come. Where do you want it?"

"Inside," she gasped. "Come inside me...."

"You sure?"

"Yes....please.....I want to feel it...."

He buried himself to the hilt and came with a roar.

Eve felt it....the hot pulse of him spilling inside her, the way his entire body went rigid, the guttural sounds he made as he emptied himself into her.

It triggered another orgasm....smaller but still devastating....and she clenched around him, milking every last drop.

Finally, finally, he collapsed beside her, both of them gasping for breath, sweat-slicked and trembling.

"Holy fuck," Eve breathed.

"Yeah." Dimitri pulled her against his chest, his heart hammering beneath her ear. "That was...."

"Worth the wait?"

"Worth everything." He pressed a kiss to her temple. "You’re incredible. You know that?"

She smiled, but she was tired and completely exhausted, like he had drained her, and soon after Eve’s eyes drifted closed.

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POV: DIMITRI

Dimitri felt the exact moment Eve slipped into unconsciousness.

Her breathing evened out. Her body went lax against his. The tension that had been thrumming through her all evening finally released.

He smiled against her hair.

His fierce, strong queen had been so overwhelmed by sensation that her body had simply shut down to process it all.

Pride swelled in his chest.

He’d done that. Given her so much pleasure that she’d literally passed out from it.

He was still inside her...half-hard again already, because even after coming he couldn’t get enough of the feel of her wrapped around him.

He shifted slightly, testing, and felt her body respond even in sleep, clenching around him.

Perfect.

He started moving again. Slowly. Carefully. Not trying to wake her yet....just savoring the feel of being buried inside her, of finally having claimed her completely.

Seven weeks of denial.

Seven years of wanting.

And now she was his. Irrevocably. Completely.

He watched her face as he moved...relaxed in sleep, lips slightly parted, the faintest flush on her cheeks. She looked so beautiful.

After a few minutes, her breathing changed.

She was waking up.

He kept his movements slow, steady, grinding deep with each thrust.

Her eyes fluttered open, hazy and confused.

"Dimitri?" Her voice was sleep-rough.

"Right here, cara mia."

She felt him inside her, registered what was happening, and her eyes went wide.

"You’re still...we’re still..."

"Yes." He pulled back slowly, watching her face. "You slept off and i couldn’t wait’’

Before she could respond, he slammed back in.

And Eve cried out, her hands flying to his shoulders.

"I told you," he growled, setting a punishing rhythm. "Tonight, you take what I give you. Every. Fucking. Inch."

"I can’t....it’s too much....I already came so many times...."

"You can." He shifted the angle, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. "And you will. Because I’m not done with you yet, baby. Not even close."

He fucked her harder than before, chasing his own pleasure now, no longer worried about hurting her because she’d already proven she could take everything he had to give.

"Dimitri....oh God...."

"That’s it. Say my name. Let the whole building hear who you belong to."

"Yours," she sobbed. "I’m yours..."

"Damn right you are." He hooked her legs over his shoulders again, folding her in half, driving impossibly deeper. "Mine. You are mine Eve."