“Why does the sun rise and fall? Why is the grass green and the sky blue? Why do we all inevitably face death? Why are only some of us granted immortality? Why? That is the question, isn’t it? It’s the only word that encompasses every thought one may possess.”
“Dimitri, don’t fuck around with me.” My teeth are clenched so tightly, I’m afraid I’ll chip them. “I want answers.”
He ducks his head until my entire vision is consumed by him. His heady, distinct scent surrounds me completely, consuming me from the inside out. It’s impossible to turn away from his icy, ethereal beauty—his unattainable beauty, as if he’s some god and I’m a besotted peasant.
“Emotions are fickle things, Violet Dracula,” he says, his voice a decadent treat that I want to devour. “Why is your heart breaking? Why do you feel anxious? It’s because you have emotions. It’s because you care.”
“Are you saying you care about me?” I breathe, though I shouldn’t be surprised. Dimitri has proved to me over and over again that I’m different from the other students. But it all circles back to my original question, “Why?”
Why me?
Why now?
“Maybe you should focus less on what I’m saying…” His finger trails up my arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He softly caresses my neck and then my cheek before outlining my lips with the pad of his thumb. “And more on what I’m not saying.”
“I don’t like riddles, Dimitri,” I hiss, just barely holding in my moan. “Use your words like a big boy.”
Dimitri’s eyes harden, and I fear that I pushed him too far, too fast. He leans over me, but I find that I don’t cower away in fear. Instead, I hold his gaze defiantly, watching the ice in his eyes begin to crack.
He leans forward and kisses me.
Maybe “kisses” is too tame of a term. Dimitri devours me as if he’s starving and I’m the only meal available. His lips claim my own ruthlessly and possessively, his teeth biting down on my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. His hands go to my ass and cup both cheeks, pressing me against his straining erection.
Oh. My. Fuck.
I’m making out with Dimitri Gray.
He grabs my hips and lifts me clean off my feet, spinning me around until my ass is on his desk. Throughout it all, his lips don’t leave mine, his tongue tangling with my own.
His hands grab the front of my shirt and rip it down the middle. Immediately, his lips travel to the crest of my breasts revealed above my sports bra, sucking and licking at the sensitive skin.
In that moment, he’s no longer made of ice. He’s completely and utterly fire. Everywhere he touches, I burn.
He pulls down one of my straps, my tit springing free, and wastes no time taking the tip into his mouth. It’s brutal and intense, everything I’ve always known Dimitri Gray to be. He releases my nipple with an audible pop before immediately giving the same treatment to the other one. His tongue circles the sensitive tip but never touches as he stares up at me from beneath his sooty lashes. When I try to reach for him, try to tangle my hands in his white blond hair, he grabs my wrists with a growl.
“No,” he hisses, pushing my hands away and shoving his thumbs into my shorts and panties. He pulls them both down, the material ripping with his agitated movements. With a tenderness contradicting the feral need in his eyes, he drops to his knees between my legs.
Oh. My. Fuck.
I’m about to get oral from Dimitri Gray.
Maintaining eye contact, his tongue swipes up my slit before circling around my bundle of nerves. My eyes practically roll to the back of my head as white-hot liquid pleasure courses through me.
“Fuck, yes,” I moan, throwing my head back. The move inadvertently pushes out my breasts, and he wastes no time in kneading the flesh with the hand not holding my thighs apart.
And then, he shoves his face into my dripping pussy and destroys me. I’m pretty sure I’ve died and gone to heaven as he sucks, licks, and kisses my aching mound. When he adds two fingers beside his tongue, scissoring them, I can’t hold back the scream of pure ecstasy as I throw my head back, tears burning my eyes. My orgasm rushes through me like molten lava, and it takes all of my tenuous self-control not to proclaim Dimitri as the Oral God.
When I finally come down from my high, he has a smug smirk on his lips and his eyes are heated. My arousal drips down his chin, but he easily catches the escaped drops with his long, skilled tongue.
And, fuck, if that isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen before.
When he stands, the outline of his cock is clearly visible through the material of his dress pants.
“Let me—” I reach forward, but he stealthily sidesteps me.
“You should get back to the others.” He straightens his tie before running a hand through his meticulously brushed hair. In all the time I’ve known him, I’ve never seen it out of his customary ponytail. A part of me wants to see it loose and free, framing his face. That part of me wants to see him lose control for the first time in his life.
“What about…?” I nod once more towards his cock.
“That’s my problem,” he says crisply, eyes narrowing. And I know that he has once more reverted back to his glacial persona. I can’t help but feel immense sadness, which is utterly insane. He’s nothing but an asshole, and I’m just the idiot who fell
