Page 76 of Phantom Flower

Dimitri groaned, his hips thrusting into my fist. His forehead dropped against mine as he fucked my hand.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasped.

I whimpered and picked up the pace, my hand sliding up and down. Dimitri’s mouth was back on my neck, sucking and biting marks into my skin.

“Dimitri— I— I can’t—” My voice broke as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my stomach. My thighs were trembling so hard I could barely stay upright.

“You can,” he snarled, tightening his grip over my hand and stroking us harder. “You’re going to come for me like a good boy. I want to feel you lose control. Want to see you make a mess all over both of us.”

His dirty words pushed me right to the edge. My strokes became uncoordinated.

“Come for me, baby. Now.”

I cried out, my hips jerking wildly as I came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling over his hand and both our cocks. My whole body shook with it, pleasure crashing through me in waves. Dimitri groaned, his cock pulsing hard in my grip as he came too, adding to the sticky mess between us.

Dimitri rested his forehead against mine, still holding us in our joined hands. He kissed me again.

“You did so well,” he murmured against my lips. “My little fairy.”

I could barely think. My legs felt like jelly. My brain was nothing but static. All I knew was that Dimitri Morozov had completely and utterly ruined me.

And I already wanted more.

The mess between us was sticky and I felt exposed. My mind was spinning so fast I could barely form a coherent thought.

Then he stepped back and gently cleaned me up with a warm cloth he retrieved from the bathroom. His touch was surprisingly careful as he wiped away the evidence of what we had done. I stood there awkwardly, pants still around my thighs, cheeks burning.

It felt weird.

Not bad. Just overwhelming. Like my body had crossed a line it could never uncross.

“You’re shaking,” Dimitri murmured.

“I’m fine,” I whispered, even though I was not sure I was.

He did not answer. Instead, he simply bent down, slid one arm under my knees and the other behind my back, and lifted me clean off the ground.

I gasped sharply. “Dimitri! I can walk!”

“I’m aware,” he said, smirking down at me. “Doesn’t mean I’m going to let you.”

He carried me through the mansion.

When we reached the bedroom, he laid me down on the massive bed and undressed us both, revealing the body that had been pressed against me just minutes ago.

I thought he would continue. That this was only the beginning. That he would climb on top of me and take everything I had left to give.

But he did not.

Dimitri simply crawled into bed beside me and pulled me into his arms. He arranged my body against his like I belonged there.

“Sleep, little fairy,” he murmured.

This was the first time he had held me like this.

We had shared the same bed for weeks now, but it had always been separate. Close, but not this close.

I closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing heart.