The Emperor (The Tarot Club 2)

Dimitri

It was so fucking hot.

That was the first thought that came to mind as I cracked my lids open and took in the dark hues of my bedroom that seemed to be flooded with sunlight. What time was it?

I turned my head sharply, the ache in my skull a stark reminder that I had been through hell as the scent of vanilla accosted my nostrils, seizing my entire body in understanding - making my fucking dick harden.

Is that where I was? Even the scent of her perfume was enough to stir my arousal - even as I lay here, half-dead.

Only, I wasn’t dead. Memories of the warehouse filtered back slowly, and I wondered how long Corinne had been looking after me. I refused to be an invalid. I would rather be dead. Just as the thought entered my mind, she stirred against me, pressing her smooth ass inches from my groin.

Her nakedness was an invitation - something I was only too happy to accept. Ignoring the throbbing ache below my ribs, I glided my palm across her stomach and between her legs. My knuckles brushed her clit and I felt her body arch against me instinctively.

There were worse ways to start the morning - far worse ways.

When was the last time I was buried deep inside of Corinne? I wasn’t certain, but I was about to rectify that shit right now. I eased above her as I held my breath, taking in the beauty of her sleeping form. She was fucking magnificent - did she know that?

My fingers worked in small tight circles against her clit, dipping into her wetness before sliding a finger inside of her, and then another one. I needed her to be ready for me.

And then I eased into her slowly, anticipating my fifth thrust - the time her eyelids would flutter open, and she’d look at me. Her thighs parted for me as I slid home, but I halted my movements momentarily, reaching across to dig in the drawer of my bedside table. It was time - was probably beyond time if I was being honest.

I slid out slowly, thrusting back in again, and watched as her breathing hitched, stuttering in the back of her throat. I pulled and slid back in a third time as I waited for her to moan.

My Vedman didn’t disappoint. I wanted to bottle that sound for all of eternity. Her legs splayed wider still as I thrust in her again, and again, until finally her lids fluttered open, and she looked at me, her gaze one of lust and confusion.

Before she could say anything - do anything - demand anything, I slid the ring onto her finger a second before I threaded my hands with hers and pinned her to the bed as I fucked her mercilessly. She was mine, there was no going back now.