Page 29 of Phantom Flower

He stopped close - too close - crowding me against the door without even touching me yet.

I could feel the heat of him.

“You smell nice,” he murmured.

His eyes flicked down to the damp skin of my neck, the water still clinging to my collarbones.

One hand lifted and rested on the door beside my head. The other stayed at his side - for now.

I swallowed again, throat tight.

My cock was fully hard now, pressing insistently against the towel, tenting the fabric in a way I couldn’t hide. I shifted, trying to angle away, but there was no space. “Don’t—”

His hand moved down from my hip, fingers brushing the edge of the towel where it met bare skin, then lower, palm sliding over the naked curve of my thigh.

Claiming.

Dimitri’s eyes darkened. His hand stayed on my thigh, thumb stroking once over the sensitive skin just above my knee.

“Are you a virgin, little fairy?”

His fingers flexed lightly on my thigh, not moving higher yet, but the threat was there in every inch of space between us.

My heart slammed.

The dream flashed again - his cock in my mouth, his hand in my hair, the way I had come shaking and crying.

I couldn’t answer. My throat locked up.

The void I had lived in for years was nothing but smoke now.

In its place was this burning awareness - every drop of water on my skin, every inch of space he took up, every dark promise in his eyes. I hated how my body reacted.

I hated how my hole had clenched involuntarily at the possessive tone of his voice.

The callused palm slid higher up my damp thigh, fingers spreading wide, pushing the edge of the towel aside.

I sucked in a breath, trying to keep the towel clutched high with one hand while the other pressed flat against the door behind me. But there was nowhere to go. His body caged me in.

Then his fingers curved.

Around the back of my thigh.

Higher.

I gasped as his fingertips brushed the curve of my ass cheek, then pushed between them. The towel slipped a little despite my grip. His finger found the tight, untouched furl of my hole and parted my cheeks with obscene ease, the pad of it dragging over the sensitive skin.

My whole body jerked. “D-Dimitri… stop—”

I tried to push him. My free hand came up, shoving at his chest, at his shoulder, anywhere I could reach.

But he didn’t budge.

He was bigger, stronger, and he simply leaned in harder, pinning me to the door with his body while that finger stayed exactly where it was - like he was mapping territory that had never belonged to anyone else.

“Has anyone ever been here?”

The finger pressed a little firmer, not pushing in, just circling the rim with devastating pressure. “Tell me the truth, little fairy.”