"It's so hot Mila. How can you like this weather?" the large man grumbled as he fanned himself with a paper fan.

"I love this. The weather is perfect, and we're in a conditioned room, stop being a baby. Besides, we need a change in scenery, I can only handle so much cold weather," Lyudmila smiled.

Dima smiled tiredly at the woman. If she was happy then, he was happy.

The two managed to get a few days of vacation, alone time together without the peeking eyes of their crew. They were both used to the same weather, Lyudmila, on the other hand, had a special place for warm weather. The heat of the Maldives was another beast of itself. Dima sighed as he leaned back in his chair that was getting too warm for his liking.

"C'mon it'll be fun," Lyudmila said with a smile.

"I've heard that too many times to know that something is going to happen," Dima chuckled.

"You think something bad will happen while we're on vacation?"

"No...but…"

"Stop being a lazy bear and let's go swimming in the ocean. I heard that there is a small lake nearby that has healing minerals in it. I want to try it," Lyudmila said as she began rummaging through her bag.

"Swimming you say? Did you-"

"No," the woman replied as she pulled out a black swimsuit.

"Aww…," Dima whined.

"Just kidding. They managed to talk me into buying something better than what I wanted," Lyudmila sighed.

Dima quickly stood up from his chair and quickly moved over towards the woman. He placed a kiss on her shoulder before he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Let me see," Dima whispered in her ear.

"D-Don't make fun of me though, " Lyudmila said shyly as she pulled out a forest green one piece with a mesh front, large side cut outs and a deep 'v' cut.

"Oh...they chose well," Dima chuckled.

"Did they? I had my doubts…" Lyudmila replied.

"It's going to look great on you Mila," Dima said as she turned the woman around to face him. Lyudmila arched an eyebrow at the man's toothy grin, he tilted her head up for a kiss.

Lyudmila placed a hand between their lips blocking the kiss.

"H-Hey-"

"I want to go swimming at the beach. We have more than enough time to mess around in the sheets," Lyudmila said before grabbing the swimsuit and headed into the bathroom.

"You're smarter than what you let on," Dima chuckled. Lyudmila turned around and gave the man a cheeky smile before closing the door.

Dima chuckled to himself as he ran a hand through his thick wavy ebony hair, imagining how she would look in the deep forest green one piece. He smirked as the delicious thought of the woman, his wife filled his mind as he began to rummage through his bag.

"Today is going to be long…"

Did you have to wear that all the way to the beach?" Dima whined.

"Did you have to wear that shirt?" Lyudmila shot back as she adjusted her sunhat.

The two were walking towards the beach eating ice cream they had picked up from a local vendor. There were so many flavors that they hadn't heard of, and for the sake of time, the chose coconut, as it was the country's national fruit.

"What's wrong with my shirt?!" Dima asked shocked at the woman's words, he stole a glance down at his sleeveless shirt with the large letters of 'Bro" written across it.

"I dunno. You have a problem with my cover up so I have a problem with your shirt," Lyudmila replied

"You want me to take it off?" Dima asked with a large grin on plastered on his face.

"Dima-" Lyudmila began to protest but found it too late, the man had already removed his shirt and was now drawing the attention of men, women, and children.

"We're supposed to be on vacation and you're drawing attention to us," Lyudmila rolled her eyes.

"It was soaked anyway," Dima sighed as the two found an open umbrella to sit under.

"Damn, it's hot," Dima grunted as he sat down on the cool sand.

"More reason to get into the water," Lyudmila replied as she sat down next to him.

The sounds of waves crashing, people talking, children laughing, and to top it off a warm soft breeze passed by him. Dima sighed, relaxing a bit. Days like these were rare, they were usually focused on a mission, hidden in the shadows, no room or time for simple things like this.

"Do you want me to put sunscreen on you?" Lyudmila asked breaking Dima's sobering thoughts.

"Yeah...hey Mila...you want kids right?" Dima asked as he shifted to give the woman more room.

"Eventually. Why?" Lyudmila asked as she began to rub cream on the man's back.

"Hearing...the laughter of children...it sounds nice…" Dima replied softly.

"You're like a big child yourself," Lyudmila giggled from behind the man.

"Ouch Mila," Dima laughed.

There was a moment of silence between the two before Lyudmila spoke up.

"When we are in a better position," Lyudmila said softly.

"Ok," Dima replied softly as he continued to watch children play with their families.

"Gods...it's so hot," Dima sighed.

"Put some on your chest, arms and legs and let's get in the water," Lyudmila said as she placed a kiss on the man's ear before getting up.

"What about you?" Dima asked as she saw the cup of her ass peeking from underneath her cover up.

"I put some on earlier," Lyudmila replied as she took off her sun hat.

Mila...you're taking the fun outta-" Dima started and stopped in mid sentence when he finally revealed the swimsuit she had been hiding.

The swimsuit hugged and accentuated every curve on the woman, the color was perfect against her fair skin and it happened to be one of his favorite colors. Upon seeing the woman Dima felt his lips and throat go dry.

"Holy shit…" Dima said as he continued to stare.

"I-Is it bad?"

"N-No...who picked this one out for you?" Dima asked as he licked his lips.

"Alisa picked out the suit, but Halida picked out the color," Lyudmila replied softly.

"You look good...real...good…," Dima said as he continued to stare.

"Of course I do," Lyudmila replied cheekily.

"You are more cheeky than I thought you were," Dima chuckled.

"Looks can be deceiving Dimitri," Lyudmila said as she moved away from the man. He licked his lips as he watched the woman head towards the water.

Hunger.

Dims cursed to himself as he continued to rub sunscreen onto himself. Today was going to be a long day.

Several hours later the two returned to their hotel room exhausted from the beach, exploring the local culture and trying new foods.

"Today was amazing," Lyudmila sighed softly as she collapsed on to the bed.

"It was pretty interesting...the art is amazing motormouth would love it," Dima chuckled as he placed a few small painting down on the counter in the room.

"I can't believe you call him that," Lyudmila said as she propped herself on her elbows to look at the man.

"Well...he is one so why not give him a fitting name?" Dima shrugged as he looked at the woman on the large bed, her brown hair draping over her left shoulder.

Dima chuckled softly as he made his way over to the woman, a smirk on his lips.

"What?" Lyudmila asked

"You've had your fun around town...I think it's time I've had my fun with you Mila," Dima said as he stood between the woman's legs crossing his arms.

"And who gets to decide when my fun is over hm?"

"Right now I say it's on hold," Dima said as he pushed the woman back onto the bed, crawling on top of her.

"You're being awfully demanding Dima," Lyudmila chuckled, her breath caught in her throat as she felt the man's lips against her bare neck.

"I want to fuck my wife. What else can I say?" Dima growled.

"It's been on your mind all-ah-" Lyudmila shivered as he nipped on the on the sensitive spot on her neck. He kissed a trail of open mouth kisses down her neck pulling at her clothes as he moved down.

"Take these off," Dima growled.

"Take them off of me," Lyudmila smirked.

"Do you want me to rip these because I will Mila. I have before,"

"No...don't do it...I'll take them off," the woman sighed.

In seconds Lyudmila was bare to his eyes and in less than a second Dima had his hands all over her. His calloused hands caressed her hip before they slid up to cup her soft supple breast. He was gentle but Lyudmila felt the sense of urgency behind those dark eyes. He placed a kiss on her collarbone, moving down to the tattoo on her chest before taking one of her nipples into his mouth, gently he suckled and flicked with his tongue. A soft mewl escaped Lyudmila's lips as she squirmed underneath his attention.

He moaned softly before he took the other nipple in his mouth, giving it the same attention as the other until she trembled underneath him, his dark eyes focused on her pleasured expressions.

"Dima," Lyudmila whimpered softly, Dima growled as he looked away from her and wrapped her legs around his hips.

He could smell her arousal, driving him mad with lust, she was exposed to him, exposed for him to do as he pleased, she was more than ready for him. A deep groan rumbled in the back of his throat before he ran a thick finger over her sex before wasting no time before he slipped a thick finger into her, wanting to feel her before he fully claimed what he desired all day. A soft cry escaped Lyudmila's lips followed by a low moan as he slid in another finger, and another one.

He was needy and needed her to satisfy his raging lust, at first he began to slowly move his fingers stretching her for him. He couldn't wait much longer, the slow pace he had set was short lived as he slammed his fingers into her, pressing his thick fingers against the sensitive spot deep inside of her. He knew how to break her apart and how to weave her back together.

"Dimitri!" Lyudmila cried out.

The beast of the man snarled as he slowly pulled his fingers from her, and practically tore his clothes from his body to quickly move back between her legs. Her skin slightly flushed, squeezed shut her lips parted slightly. He focused in on her plush red lips, red and swollen from her biting down on them.

"Mila look at me," Dima growled.

Lyudmila parted her eyes to look up at the man, he leaned down to capture her lips in a heated kiss. Lyudmila wrapped her arms around the man's neck and legs around his waist tightly, pressing the head of his cock at her entrance.

He growled deeply at the wet sensation teasing his head, wanting more he pulled back from the kiss and surged forward burying his thick length inside of her. Dima leaned down again taking her lips between her teeth capturing her lips as she dug her nails into his back.

He pulled back till the head was just shy of slipping out and surged forward burying himself again, a short cry erupted from her lips from the sudden fullness she dragged her nails down his back leaving red angry marks.

"Yes," Dima hissed.

He thrust deeply inside of her until he could only hear her cries. He closed his eyes to revel in the woman he loved, her voice chanting his name, her body tight, hot, squeezing the part of him that needed so desperately to be buried inside of her. The distinctive noises of flesh meeting with one another filled the room, mixing with their moans and groans.

He greedily took one nipple between his lips, biting down on the soft flesh and sucking hard as he slammed harder into her. Lyudmila cried out as she weaved a hand into the man's hair holding him close as a hand reached down to grab her plush ass, holding her in place for his savage thrusts.

He was a beast of a man, almost everything he did was animalistic, sex was no different. He took her hard and rough as he sucked, groped and fucked her as hard as he could. He needed all of her and nothing was going to stop him from getting it.

"Dimitri-" Lyudmila whined as she slipped in her native language. He knew that she was getting close and so was he. He grabbed underneath her knees and pushed them close to her head, changing the angle of his savage thrusts. Her cries were music to his ears as he felt her tighten around him.

She was so close.

"Dimitri!"

He snarled in response as he continued slamming into her, her nails scratching at his thighs. A bit more and she would come apart underneath him. He stole a glance between their bodies and then their eyes met.

"Mila, min sine yaratam," Dima growled

"Min sine yaratam!" Lyudmila cried out as she felt her orgasm crashed through her, sending electricity through her spine.

"Fuck," Dima snarled as he felt her walls clamp down on his cock, pushing him over the edge with her. A string of words and curses came from Dima's lips as he buried his head into the crook of her neck biting down on the soft skin, he came just as hard as the withering woman underneath him. Lyudmila cried out again , pain mixing with pleasure something he did often usually heightening the euphoric feeling of their fuck sessions.

It took Dima a few moments to regain himself before he quickly lowered her legs and leaned heavily on his forearms, hovering over the woman placing kisses on her forehead and moved down to her lips, whispering soft praises as they calmed down from their pleasure high.

"T-That...hurt…" Lyudmila panted. Dima chuckled softly before he kissed her again.

"Ğafu ütínem…" Dima muttered before he slipped from her, laying down next to her moving pieces of her hair from her face.

"You're going to have mark there…" Dima trailed off as he propped himself onto an elbow. Lyudmila sighed as she touched the sore area of her neck.

"At least you didn't draw blood this time," Lyudmila winced.

"I'm sorry...how about we get cleaned up...and I'll take care of you, hm?" Dima suggested, his voice was low, insinuating something.

"You bit me...why should you have any more fun?" Lyudmila asked as she slowly sat up, wincing as she moved her legs and slid to the edge of the bed.

"It was an accident. In the heat of the moment!," Dima protested. Lyudmila rolled her eyes at the man as she slowly stood.

"How about cuddles? Mila c'mon-" Dima started when the slamming of the bathroom door gave the man his answer.