I stirred in need.
“Now, that I’m tasting you, no one else does.” He lapped at my clit. “That’s just how it is.”
I trembled in pleasure. “Oh.”
“Do you understand?” He lapped my aching clit.
“Dimitri.”
“Do you, Rose?”
“Oh.”
He licked again. “Tell me you do.”
I moaned, “I do.”
Dimitri buried his face between my thighs, indulging on every inch my moist softness.
“Oh!” My head fell back in a gasp. Moaning, I leaned back against the mirror and inhaled sharply. The cold glass smoothed against my skin while liquid heat shot through me.
Driving me crazy, he licked and lapped. Dipped and filled my pussy with his tongue. Rubbing the wet tip over the greedy entrance. Taunting. Teasing. Tongue twisting into my pussy. Those wet caresses addicted me.
I grabbed at his soft hair.
With both hands, he gripped my ass and wrenched my pussy closer to him. There would be no escape from his tongue. No question of who it belonged to.
With no shame, I rocked into heaven. “Dimitri!”
Lusty heat pulsed through my body.
Wild. Primal. He sucked on my clit like a hedonistic beast and feasted with untamed intensity. I was helpless. All his. So nasty, he could eat my pussy forever, and I wouldn’t get enough.
I was lost in him.
His mouth.
That warm tongue.
The heat of his breath brushing against my clit.
The silky slip of his hair against my thighs.
The strength of his hands urging me forward.
My moans were no longer normal. They shifted to desperate sounds of a woman that was barely holding on. My legs weakened. I could hold it together no more. I shrieked in pleasure, so close and craving release. Surely, the guards and anyone else who was in the restaurant heard.
He was a master, flicking that tongue to a delicious cadence.
“Oh!” I writhed in pleasure.
In no time, an orgasm exploded through me. A violent rush. It was a scorching wave of pleasure. A bonfire of ecstasy. I burned with delight, glowing in carnal gratification.
Sweat misted my skin.
The tremor of the orgasm had barely faded.
“Hmmm.” With my juices all over his mouth and chin, he looked up at me. “Now say, ‘Thank you, Dima.’”
I shivered. “Thank you, D-dima.”
“I only let certain people call me that name.”
I caught my breath. “I’m. . .honored.”
“You taste so damn good.” Wiping his face with the back of his hand, he stood and grabbed the hard bulge in his pants. “You’re coming home with me tonight.”
“Wait.” My chest rose and fell. I tried to gather myself. “You can’t just tell me—”
“I can.” He gently pulled the top of my dress back over my breasts. “I’m going to stuff you with my cock all weekend.”
I blinked. “Now, I’m not only staying over for the night, but it will also be the whole weekend?”
“Or the week. Maybe, even a month.” He hit me with an intense stare as if daring me to disagree. When I said nothing, he helped me off the vanity table and then tenderly lowered my dress over my hips. “You won’t need your shoes.”
“I will.” I walked over to them.
He grabbed and picked me up. “Or you won’t.”
“What are you doing?”
“I should carry you out in front of Jonathan.”
I got out of his hold and lowered to the ground. “Or you can squirt cum all over my face and then carry me out to parade it in front of him.”
He gripped his cock again. “Not a bad idea.”
“I see that joking with you is not a good idea.”
“Oh.” He frowned. “I’m horrible with sarcasm.”
“Apparently.” I picked up my shoes and put them on, making sure there was a good distance between us.
He watched me and let go of his crotch. “Jonathan should understand—”
“I don’t like how you’re saying his name.”
“I don’t like that you say his name at all.”
I stepped into my shoes and then turned to the mirror to look at myself. “Are you okay?”
“You’re worried about me?”
I brushed my dress down and fixed the top. “That’s why I called. I wanted to know how you were doing.”
“I’m fine.”
“And Leo?”
“He fled Paradise but Lei has a tracker on him.”
“And what are you going to tell the police?”
“Whatever needs to be told.” He held out his hand. “Are you ready?”
I looked at his hand, but didn’t take it. “We need to make some things clear.”
He smirked. “Oh really?”
“Dima, if you want to date me, then ask. You can’t just declare that we’re already dating and that you own me.”
He studied me with an odd expression. “Is this more sarcasm?”
“No.”
“Okay.” He placed his hand in his pocket and considered what I said. After a minute, he spoke, “I can’t agree to that.”
“Why not?”
“It’s not who I am.”
I frowned.
“Come home with me. Right now. I need you next to me and in my bed. I won’t be okay if you’re not there.”
I studied him. Raw honesty covered his face.
Dima looked exhausted and sad, and all alone. This tower of a man. This king of the North. He yearned for me, he needed me.