“You think you’re not giving me pleasure, Jas mou?”
He covered her with his body and Jas lost track of what she was thinking again. “You scream as if you’re falling apart, you kiss as if you can’t breathe, you sink into every caress, Theos... I can’t breathe for imagining all the ways, all the places I’m going to take you...”
A gasp exploded out of her mouth when he pushed first one, and then two fingers into her inviting warmth, all the while his thumb pressing against the bundle of nerves at her core.
Through a fog of lust, she heard his pithy curse about protection and stayed his hand. “I’ve been on the pill since I was sixteen. In that, my mother was the model of a responsible parent. Or maybe she thought I would be just as weak and desperate as her.”
She closed her eyes, disgusted that the echo of fear and shame she had held on to for so long still could rattle through her.
He came back to her and kissed her temple with such tenderness that tears knocked at her eyes. “Look at me, Jas.”
When she didn’t comply, he kissed her eyelids, the tip of her nose and her mouth.
He parted her legs and settled between them, his hip bone digging deliciously into her thigh. “You’re nothing like her, agape mou. Don’t you already know that? Your fire—” he kissed the valley between her breasts “—your reckless courage—” his tongue flicked her navel “—your heat—” her tattoo got his kiss now “—and passion—” long and unbelievably hard, his shaft settled at her sex, teasing her “—and innocence and kindness.”
The tip probed the entrance while his mouth closed over her nipple. New sparks of need broke into life and Jas moved under him, restless in her own skin again. Desperate to have him inside her, desperate to be his in that final way...
His hands held her hips with a bruising grip and Jas writhed as the velvet heat of him scorched her already sensitized sex. “You’re all the things none of us ever was, Jas, neither me nor Andrew,” he whispered against her skin. “You are simply perfection.” Drunk on his words, she reached for him just as he thrust into her in one smooth, sure stroke.
A curse ripped from his mouth just as pain cleaved through her pelvis.
Jas became rigid under him, her nails gouging his back, trying to get him to still, trying to breathe through the alien and achy and full feeling of having him inside her.
Dmitri was inside her, the wanton, willing part of her was screaming in her head. Magnificently masculine, he was heat and steel and hard around her and inside her, and there wasn’t even a single breath she could take that didn’t bring more awareness of him into her. She dug her teeth into his shoulder, tasted salt and sweat and him.
“You’re doing beautifully, Jas.” Drugged, his words rumbled against her rib cage. “You’re... Thee mou, you feel like heaven.”
Large, rough hands held her shoulders down and then he thrust again, and he was now as thoroughly lodged inside her as he was lodged under her skin, in her heart.
A gasp tore from her mouth, borne more out of a new fire than discomfort.
His chest rasped against her breasts as he said something in Greek, but the pinch of pain was already receding and Jas was floating because even though she didn’t understand what he had muttered, she did know that he was in an agony of pleasure, devoid of his control, shuddering in the wake of it just as she was.
Clasping his jaw, she pulled his head down so that she could look into his eyes. So that he knew it was she as irrevocably as she knew it was him. “Does it feel good, Dmitri?” she asked, determined to know for sure.
A series of curse words fell from his mouth, one filthier than the previous and Jas found herself smiling, her heart stuttering with joy. He pushed back her hair from her damp forehead gently. “That’s for me to ask, agape mou. How do you feel?”
“As if I will die if you move and die anyway if you don’t.” A fierce heat began to build up her chest as he played idly with her nipple. The tip puckered at his touch, knotting and sending a pulse of sensation to her pelvis. “Tell me, Dmitri, how does it feel for you?” She dragged at his lower lip with her teeth and he hissed in response. “The truth, if you please.”
Softly, slowly, he kissed her shoulder and she felt his damp forehead. She had a feeling that he was cooling himself down, like a wild animal catching a breath, before continuing the hunt. “You’re so tight and hot and I’m too aroused and hard...” He rested his dark head between her breasts and expelled a sharp breath, the blade of his shoulders rattling visibly. “Jas, I can’t change it and I can’t change how good it feels to me while... I’ve never given anything, true, but I don’t want to rain hurt on you, either.”