Chapter Fourteen : Unions Have Been Made on Less
Corinne
I shook myself. The heavy weight of Dimitri above me - the feel of Dimitri’s cock inside me were all too real to be chalked up as a dream.
The shadows beneath his eyes as he moved above me reminded me that he was still recovering, but he was awake. Dimitri was awake and inside of me. Before any other thought could take hold, Dimitri pressed my fingers against the pillow as he slid a band around my finger.
My heart stuttered. He slid a band onto my finger. Did that mean…?
Before I could question it - demand answers, he pinned my hands above me and moved inside of me with the determination of a god, as if he had something to prove - as if our joining was reason enough for him to live. I arched up into him, begging him for more - the ring momentarily forgotten. He edged my wrists together, pinning them in unison, using his free hand to palm my breast, his fingers tweaking my nipple. I bucked against him, needing his brand of dominance to consume me.
I was dimly aware of the stream of sunlight filtering through the room. It had to be late - which meant I had overslept, which meant that -
My train of thought was halted as Dimitri rolled me over, pressing my face into the mattress as he hoisted my ass in the air, putting my pussy on display just for him. I whimpered my need into the bedding, my ass swaying in its own demand for him to enter.
And then he was there as he lined himself up with my slick entrance and pushed himself inside of me. The angle was deeper this way, but Dimitri didn’t relent. Instead, he claimed me. He fucked me like a man possessed, with his hands digging into my hips. His fast thrusting motion caused my nipples to drag against the bedsheets with each thrust and retreat. I was entirely at his mercy as I felt the clutches of my impending pleasure grip me, and still I fought it, bucking and writhing against him as I dug my fingers into the sheets, twisting them as if the fine cotton could offer me mercy. I turned my head slightly and caught sight of the polished ring gleaming against my finger as I fought the build within.
But Dimitri was having none of it, and it took only a heartbeat for me to feel his cold, metal ring dig into my clit as he growled behind me.
“Come for me, Little Vedman.”
Those words were my undoing as my sanity unravelled with each crest of pleasure that wracked through my body. My inner walls tightened and clenched, spasming around him, and I felt Dimitri follow me over the cliffs of insanity as he groaned against his own climax.
Our unsynchronised panting filled the room. I waited for him to pull out - for me to be left with emptiness, but instead, I was greeted with soft lips pressed against my spine and whispered words in his home language, as if I were a prayer to be savoured. It was almost enough to tip me over the edge a second time, because if the hard Dimitri that I was used to was dangerous, this softer version of him was lethal. I felt his thickness release me, and before I could register the coldness of it all, the mattress dipped as he slid in next to me, the heat of his body enveloping mine.
His breath danced against my ear, tickling the fine hairs that sat at my temples, and I could do nothing to stop the contented sigh that escaped my lips. I allowed my body to press against his, soaking in his warmth as the reality of the past few days crashed into me, seizing me with emotion that I didn’t think I would experience.
Silent sobs shuddered through my body as relief flooded the entirety of my system - because Dimitri was awake and alive.
His palm brushed my hip in broad sweeping strokes that soothed. It was a comfort - his way of telling me that he was here. He didn’t hush me - didn’t invalidate anything I was feeling. Instead, he was simply there.
It was so unexpected - so unlike Dimitri.
And finally he spoke, offering words of encouragement - words that soothed the sting of my aching soul.
“I’m here.” His lips pressed against my skin, and I could only curl into myself and sob harder.
“I’m here.” He repeated more forcefully as I gulped large swallows of air down and nodded frantically at his words in agreement. He was here - it would be okay - I wasn’t alone anymore.
His palm glided up and down my body in long soothing strokes, and I finally relaxed against him, allowing my sorrow and panic and fear to settle as the rise and fall of his chest comforted me. Occasionally Dimitri would press a kiss to my body - my shoulder - my neck - my temple - as if he too needed the reassurance that he was alive.
And finally, my gaze settled on the gleaming ring that sat on my finger. The large diamond that melded atop it didn’t need any form of light to gleam. It was enormous, and while I didn’t know much about diamonds, there was no doubt that this one was far more valuable than any other I had seen.
Dimitri pressed against me, no doubt feeling my body stiffen as I scanned the ring - the weight of all the implications filling the sliver of space between us.
“You are mine, Little Vedman.” His voice growled against my ear, all dominance and ownership.
I should have been rejoicing - should have been crying happy fucking tears, but instead, rage replaced my joy that had settled in my veins to see Dimitri awake and alive.
Was this his proposal? I may not know much about relationships - or even sex before him for that matter, but I knew that I deserved more than him simply sliding a ring on my finger while he fucked me into oblivion.
I turned in his arms, my eyes plastered firmly on his chest as I finally glared up at him.
“I don’t remember you asking.” I gritted out the words, willing myself to believe that there had been some sort of misunderstanding here.
This had been in the cards - both in actuality, and when Dimitri had all but told my parents his intentions, and yet, I still hadn’t fully listened. But this? This was not what I had expected. A dinner perhaps at that rooftop restaurant in the square? Even a goddamn bubble bath would have been better. Instead, he slid the ring on my finger while his cock throbbed inside of me, as if it was never a question - as if I wasn’t someone worth asking. Was he so arrogant - so accustomed to getting his own way that he couldn’t even ask me if I wanted to marry him?
“Stop it.” He dipped his head lower, his breath against my lips.