“Dimitri says she’s doing much better. But now that she’s facing all this”—he waved his hand in the air—“assassination bullshit, I don’t know. Hell, news like that would’ve rattled me. I can’t imagine what it’s done to her.”
“Well, she won’t be alone,” Emery promised.
“No, she won’t,” Royce agreed. They were bringing their own army. Although it was small, sure, but it was dangerous as hell.
17
Elena sighed as she stretched in bed. She felt good. No, she felt wonderful.
For the first time, Dimitri hadn’t slipped out of bed before she woke. That too was wonderful, to feel his large, protective presence in bed with her. She rolled on her side to stare at him, her love for him making her chest ache. She reached out and traced her fingertips along his jaw, then down his throat to his chest. He was exquisite, from his dark hair to his full lips. She traced one of his flat nipples and giggled as he slowly opened one eye to peer at her.
His voice rumbled softly, full of amusement. “You are in a good mood, kiska.”
“I am.” After the previous night, she felt like anything was possible.
“Did you enjoy last night?” He reached over to push a stubborn lock of hair from her face.
“I did. I feel amazing.” She was completely naked beneath the covers and so was he. She found his thigh under the sheets and slid her hand up it until she grasped his shaft. He was hard, yet he wasn’t pushing for her to do anything about it. He simply watched her with a gentle intensity, as though he could keep it up all day.
“Pin me down,” she said. She wanted him to trap her beneath his exquisite body.
He cupped her chin. “Forgetting something?” he asked.
A blush crept across her skin.
“Please, sir, pin me down and take me.” She was getting bolder at voicing her desires, and it helped that he only ever responded positively to what she asked.
He rolled her onto her back as he came down on top of her. He captured her wrists in one of his hands and pinned them to the mattress above her head. She parted her thighs, letting him settle into the cradle of her body. He kissed her slowly, softly at first, his tongue teasing her until she was wriggling beneath him, desperate to be filled.
There was something wonderful about being at the mercy of a man she trusted, a man she loved, a man who only wanted to give her pleasure. This was how it was supposed to be.
Dimitri slid a hand between their bodies and guided himself into her. She was still a little sore from the previous night, but it was worth it to feel him enter her, connect himself to her in the most primal way. She’d never understood the idea of casual sex. This, the joining of two bodies, was the most intimate thing someone could ever do with another person.
When he was all the way in, he stayed still. She tried to lift her hips, urging him to move. He chuckled and nibbled and kissed her throat.
“So impatient, kiska.” His warm breath against her ear sent waves of sharp arousal down her body and made her clit throb.
“Dimitri!” she yelped as he nipped her a little harder. “Sir,” she corrected on a gasp.
“Yes?” He continued to press his lips in sensitive places on her neck.
God, she wanted him so much it hurt. “Please . . .”
“How do you want it?” he asked.
Elena loved that he asked her, but right now she wanted him to take her as he wished. She needed him to be the Dom she’d always wanted.
“I am yours . . . use me.” She hoped he would understand. She wasn’t ready yet to speak freely of her submissive desires.
He lifted his head, his blue eyes sharp on her face as he studied her.
“Kiska . . .” He spoke the word with such gentleness she almost cried.
“Please, sir, you know what I need.”
Take me, erase the darkness. Fill it with pleasure.
He adjusted his grip on her wrists, keeping them above her head as he braced his other arm beside her. They locked eyes, his gaze silently questioning whether his pinning her down was too much. Her body blushed at the thought of all the things he could do, things she would trust him alone to do if she were truly bound to the bed. She raised her chin and smiled at him, inviting him to keep going. His lips slid into a wolfish grin. She parted her thighs, and he shifted a little.
He thrust deep and hard inside her, taking his pleasure, and within seconds, she was shooting toward that blinding peak, exploding into glittering pieces of ecstasy. She was a creature of pleasure, not pain. She was satisfaction itself as she came apart. But the moment didn’t end. He continued to make love to her, delaying his own satisfaction over and over until she was limp and so happy she was nearly delirious with it. She had just enough strength to roll her hips, inviting him to take his pleasure.
He came after her with a shout that shook the bed frame. Dimitri buried his face in her neck, and she lay limp, boneless, too sated to do anything but smile.
“You will kill me, woman.” His muffled grumble made her giggle.
She’d finally found it, the relationship she’d always wanted. A Dom who understood her. Dimitri rolled onto his back, bringing her with him, letting her drape over him like a blanket. She pressed her cheek to his chest, counting his heartbeats with exhausted delight.
Someone pounded a fist on the bedroom door.
“Dimitri. Get dressed. We have company,” Maxim said through the closed door.
Elena stifled a shriek of surprise as Dimitri flung the covers off their bodies and got up.
“Who is it?” Dimitri called out to Maxim. There had been nothing urgent in his friend’s tone, and so he did not appear to be worried.
“Friendlies. Just wanted you to know,”
