Okay, so this is the updated version! For whatever reason, the last paragraph of this chapter was cut off from my original story. Hopefully this works?
Thin strips of light shown through the blinds in my room as I woke. It was mid-day, hours before any Moroi would rise. I looked over to the man asleep next to me. I hoped the fluttering in my stomach I felt every time I looked at him never went away. Dimitri and I had a past, that was for sure, and for a while I wasn't sure if either of us would live to see a day without constant fighting, danger, and death. Yet here we were. My mind turned towards more amorous thoughts as I gazed down to his bare chest.
"You know, it's not polite to stare," he murmured, his eyes still closed.
"How do you know I'm staring? I could still be sleeping," I said with a huff.
"Because you just told me," he replied as he stretched out an arm around my waist to pull me closer. His fingers were like electricity on my skin. Every touch, graze, and caress sent shivers up my spine. Heat radiated from my body and I let out a soft sigh in pleasure. His eyes were fully open now, and he was sporting a mischievous smirk. His fingers continued their torturous trail down my spine, eventually landing on my ass with a firm squeeze.
Then, suddenly, he was gone. His hand moved up to cradle my cheek. Just as quickly as my blood had heated, my desire was instantly smothered with resignation. Damn. He looked at me with what seemed to be a mixture of pity and longing. "The doctor said we need to wait a while," he reminded me.
I groaned in frustration, knowing he was right. Less than a week ago, I had jumped in front of a bullet to protect my best friend. I had survived, barely, but I was still on ordered bed rest. Lyssa's coronation had taken place several days ago, and that alone had exhausted me beyond belief. After that, the doctors had insisted I wait until I was completely pain free to engage in any more "strenuous activity." Looking over at Dimitri's bare chest, I knew exactly what kind of strenuous activity I wanted to engage in. Judging from the growing bulge under the sheets, he wanted the same thing. Understanding flashed in Dimitri's eyes.
"My Roza, you have needs," he stated simply.
The next thing I knew, his lips were on mine, and it was like a wildfire spread between our bodies. I couldn't get enough. One of my hands snaked through his hair, urging him forward. The other trailed down his chest to his growing member. He elicited a loud groan when my hand found its target, and I began stroking him slowly.
He caught my hand with his, stopping my ministrations. "No, Roza. No strenuous activity, remember?"
I made a brief sound of protest before his lips left mine and moved down to my breast. He cupped it with one hand before taking my nipple in his mouth and sucking. Suddenly all coherent thought left my mind as pleasure erupted from my core. Then his hands were all over me, caressing me, causing me to whimper and shake. He found my clit and began to expertly massage me into a frenzy. One finger slipped inside of me and started rubbing up and down that extra sensitive spot. It was like he had always known my body and how to please it. He took me higher and higher until I finally exploded around his fingers. I cried out in ecstasy, burrowing my face into his neck to mask the sound. I seized his mouth in a passionate kiss he was more than willing to match as he kept fingering me through my orgasm.
Next thing I knew, I was on my back, and his fingers were raking down my stomach. His face had disappeared from above me and moved down to the apex of my thighs. He was kneeling in front of me now, with an intense look of hunger in his eyes I had never seen before.
"Dimitri?" I asked, uncertain. I had never done this before, and I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do.
"Do you trust me?" he asked plainly.
As distracting as his fingers on my thighs were, I answered honestly, "Yes."
"I want to please you like this. Can I try?" he asked beseechingly. The longing in his voice took my breath away, and looking up at him, I knew he would stop immediately if I told him to. His face was still searching mine for permission. Still speechless, I nodded my agreement.
His exuberance at my reply was almost comical, at least until his tongue met my core. My breath caught in my throat, and I became dizzy with sensation. My hands clutched the sheets at either side of my body just as his caressed my hips and ass. He gently spread my thighs wider, allowing him more access to me. This man, this god-like warrior who had fought and killed for me, the man who most others quaked in fear before, was worshipping my body as if I was the only thing in the world that mattered to him. He devoured me as if he were in an endless desert, and I was the only water for miles.
My cries and moans filled the room as my orgasm began to build again. A sense of urgency seemed to overtake him, as his tongue darted faster and faster against my clit. He seemed just as desperate for my release as I was. I was writhing beneath him, my hands gripping his hair so tightly I was afraid I was hurting him. When I felt his fingers enter me again, I was gone. Light exploded behind my eyes with a pleasure so intense I felt my heart almost tear out of my chest.
"Dimitri!" I cried, my legs quaking around him. The orgasm just went on and on without end. Every time I thought my body had had enough, his tongue and fingers would move just a little bit more to start my pleasure all over again. I couldn't see straight, and my breath came out in shallow, uneven pants. My moans eventually became nothing but whimpers and sighs as my heart rate lowered and his tongue slowed.
I couldn't decide if I was relieved or sad when his head finally came up from my thighs. He had a satisfied grin on his face as he came back up to rest against me. His arms encircled my waist as we lay there, both panting.
"Wow," was all I could manage. He was trailing light kisses along my collarbone and only managed a, "hmm," in response. We laid there in contentment for several moments, simply enjoying each other's closeness.
Laying there, it became increasingly apparent to me that his needs had not all been met. Judging by the hard bulge against my thigh, he was still very aroused and clearly not finished. I tried to sneak my hand down to take care of him, but he caught me by the wrist before I could.
"No, Roza. I don't want to hurt you," he said. I almost laughed out loud.
"Listen, Comrade, if you were going to hurt me, it would have been by giving me heart palpitations about five minutes ago. I can honestly say that I haven't felt this good in weeks," I said. Indecision clouded his eyes, as if he were waging a war within himself. Lowering my voice, I added, "and if you want me to keep feeling good, you're going to let me take care of you…" I let the sentence trail off with unspoken promises.
With that, his expression grew heady with lust. I glanced down at him and balked. His dick was long and thick, just like he was. My eyes widened in surprise. We had only been together twice before, and I had never really had a chance to examine him this closely. Looking now, I had no idea how he was going to fit. Dimitri noticed my unease.
"Don't worry," he said, "We've done this before, if you recall," he added with a sexy smile. The moment hung in the air for what seemed like forever. Our bodies willing, our minds still yet unsure. His gaze clung to mine as his chest rose and fell an effort to maintain his control.
"Are you still sure?" he finally asked.
"Please, I want you inside of me."
It was as if his resolve snapped, and suddenly his lips were on mine as he wrapped my leg around his waist. His hands gripped my thighs as he positioned himself at my entrance. Less than a second later he was in me, filling and stretching me until he was entirely sheathed inside of me.
I was ready and wet for him, so there wasn't any pain. He hovered above me for a moment, motionless, so we could both get comfortable. I tightened my leg around his waist, silently urging him on. His gaze held mine as he started to move within me. A soft moan escaped my lips as his lips skimmed down my neck and breasts. He was being so gentle, almost too gentle, that I nipped at his bottom lip and whispered, "My turn."
With a searing kiss, I flipped us over so I was straddling his hips. He looked up at me adoringly, more than happy to comply with the change. Still connected, my hips took on a life of their own as my pace increased as I took him faster and deeper. I felt that perfect pressure start to build and implode within me. I cried out, digging my fingers into his arms. Moments later he came beneath me whispering my name like a prayer. I collapsed into his chest and his arms encircled my body as he kissed me soundly. Our foreheads pressed together as we lay there, completely at peace.
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