27. Dima

TWENTY-SEVEN

Dima

M y woman is a vision sat in the middle of our bed, fully bare and open, but the downcast eyes have me pausing. Ana's head pops up along with her mood when she hears my steps. She's so fucking beautiful it physically hurts seeing her sadness. Her eyes are fixed on me, scanning every part of my body until I'm standing in front of her, and she straightens her shoulders with authority in her voice that could rival leaders.

"You're not allowed to get stabbed again."

Dropping the small rubber mound on the bed, I grab her face and seal our lips together.She's so fucking sweet, even her violent tendencies are pure. Getting her back in position so she's leaning against my thighs with the pillow softening my knees against her shoulders, I restart my massaging. I need her soft and out of her head, the filing cabinet as she likes to call it is filled with fucking horrors and my beauty deserves nothing but pleasure.

My hands don't go more than an inch before they touch a new scar. The mottled skin behind her ear doesn't allow her to feel the full sensation as I press my lips over it. Fuck, she smells like me. Any cunt who gets near her will smell me . They'll know she's mine and back the fuck away.

My hellion groans in frustration as I press my thumbs into the crease of her thighs, so her legs open further. So fucking cute. I nip her skin with my teeth as I kiss a path down her neck and my voice deepens despite the softness in it.

"Use your words."

I want her to demand I fuck her, to be so fucking lost for me she can't focus on anything else, which she doesn't do, she presses against my forehead with one finger until I'm sat against the headboard. The blush on her cheeks is killing me, she's not shy or nervous by nature but it intensifies the protectiveness inside me.

She picks up the grinder without looking away from me. It's a rubber thing, smaller than my palm with little bumps in different heights all over the curved edge. Her shyness lessens as she places it on my abs, demonstrating how it works as she grinds against me. The soft moans leaving her are intoxicating but I work my hands over every inch of her body. She doesn't have enough space to move how she wants with her feet on the bed and watching her grind against me while her eyes harden is more power than I deserve.

I circle her ankles with my hands and stroke the delicate bones with my thumbs as I move up, stopping her from changing the angle. Fuck me, her eyes are locked on mine, those unique eyes that robbed me of my soul with one glance and I can't keep the awe out of my voice.

"That's it, moya krasota."

Kneading her calves, I move further up her legs and push her thighs apart. Her frustration is no match for my enjoyment with her opened up for me.

"I want you to keep rubbing your pretty little clit until you come for me, can you do that, malyshka?"

She tries to push her hips down, but I tighten my hold and her anger comes out. Her fingers wrap around my wrist in an attempt to pull me away as she complains.

"I can't, you're making it harder."

Pushing my hips up so she can feel my dick begging to get relief, I coo, "I know the feeling. Do you want me to stop touching you?"

We both know the answer when her face falls and I can't help my arrogance at this formidable-as-fuck woman being mine, it might not be on her lips, but it's there hidden between the icy and sandy swirls of her beautiful eyes.

I lean forward so she has more pressure in reward for giving my life meaning and my beauty seals her lips over mine. One hand strokes up my arm, over my shoulders, until she's holding on to me and gasping into my mouth. I pull her away and kiss her shoulder, hoping my question doesn't drag her away.

"Are my fingers okay, lisichka?"

If she doesn't like the feeling of skin, I won't fuck it up with my need to touch her, she didn't push me away earlier, but I need the confirmation and she's so fucking polite.

"Yes, please."

Flattening my hand on her stomach while she moans softly into my ear, I change the pressure as I stroke up her stomach.She moves back when I gently press against her chest to give me enough space to see everything I need. I fit my hand under the grinder so it's resting against my palm, causing her back to arch and she's leaking onto me. Fucking perfection dripping and ready for my mouth. My other hand moves up, holding her neck and stroking the side with my thumb as I circle her entrance with my middle finger.

Pushing inside her has more friction against her clit and she arches her back, chanting my fucking name.

"D-Dima, more."

When her lashes flutter, my hand tightens around her neck, squeezing the sides until she's looking at me.

"Words, B, or I'll make you come so many times you forget how to speak."

There's a second where she disappears, the filing cabinets opening because I fucking forced them to, but she pushes her hips down and whispers to herself, "Moons." Whatever the fuck it means has her getting rid of the toxic shit that has no place between us.

She tightens around my finger as I massage that spot that makes her eyes fully black. As soon as she feels it, she rolls her hips, and soft breathy moans fill the room. Slowly pushing in another finger, my girl tries to push me away while still riding my hand. Her fingers press against my cheek and her palm lands over my lips. Pressing a kiss to her hand, her head falls back, and she shakes. Fuck me, it's a religious experience watching her body contort.

She's too sensitive for the grinder and I let it fall away without removing my fingers. Her throat vibrates under my palm as I slowly fuck her with two fingers, needing her to keep coming. She's not leaving my bed until we've successfully ruined the thing, and the air is filled with the smell of her mixed with me. Her head is still tipped back, and I trace the underside of her jaw with my thumb, waiting for those beautiful eyes to be back on me.

She whimpers as I blow a slow circle around her hardened nipple and tries to cross her legs despite my body being in the way.My hand mourns the feeling of her neck as I hold the back of her thighs and pull her up my body so that sweet pussy is by my mouth. The little gasp is cute as fuck, and I make sure her neck is supported with the pillow before I get another taste. She tries to run away, again, and I tighten my hold on her waist as I smooth my thumbs in an up-and-down motion and clean up her thighs with my tongue.

Resting my forehead on her stomach, I groan, "Ya mog by zhit za schet tvoyego vkusa, lisichka moy." 1

Ana's moans get louder, and I look up her body to find her locked on me, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth and her chest moving wildly. Stretching my arm out, I stroke her cheek with my knuckles, waiting for the hesitance to leave.I press my thumb against her bottom lip until she lets it go and my hellion whispers, "I want you to feel good."

My sweetheart, so fucking good that she's forgetting something.

"Your pleasure is mine, i ya tvoy." 2

There's a deeper meaning to my words but I can't drop it all on her at once when she deserves to be wooed and not confused. Her legs are shaky as she falls forward and straddles my hips. My hellion wraps her arms around me, nearly choking me out, and kisses my cheek with two fucking words breaking my heart.

"Thank you."

No one should thank another person for the simple act of not being treated as a fucking object.

Reaching my lips, she works a hand between our bodies and pushes my shorts down. Fuck. I hate the fact I have to stop her when she's not being chased by nightmares, but I quickly grab her wrist and explain, "I've always used protection, but I haven't been tested, lisichka."

Am I fuck ever going to put her at risk of anything especially when she hates doctors, it would be her own personal hell to have to be around them. The softest smile lifts her lips as though I didn't just mention fucking anyone other than her as she twists her hand until I let her go and holds my face between both of her hands. That smile is still there, framing her conviction. "You're the nicest person I've ever met."

I melt inside as she presses her lips to my forehead. If this is how she feels when I do it, there's going to be an imprint on her forehead from how often they're on there. Holding her nape as I massage each of her ass cheeks, I keep my tone even, so she doesn't mute herself.

"What do you do if you want me to stop?"

She folds her hands on my chest, resting her chin on them to look up at me with a wide smile.

"I tell you."

There's no fear or apprehension on her features as I put on a condom.It comes out when I stroke through her slit and her voice is small as she gives me the most privileged thing to exist.

"Can you move please? I'll just lay here?"

It's not about pleasure or laziness in the act, she doesn't want the memories to overtake her. Sitting up so we're face to face, and she can't hide away from me, I hold her jaw and wait for my Ana to come back. It works and she doesn't look away from me, knowing this is what I need, not her body or release, it's those eyes and the woman behind them refusing to hide or pretend to be anyone but who she is.

She gasps against my mouth as I slowly push up into her and the whisper leaving her is adrenaline straight to my veins.

"You feel so good."

My hips move automatically, thrusting up harder, the abrupt force has her flying forward and smacking her temple against my cheek.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. You okay, malyshka?"

Wrapping my arms around her, I rub the spot and press my lips to it. My hellion laughs, nods, then kisses me with the joy still in her mouth.Her hands delicately trace along my shoulders, and I don't even move as she rides me in slow motion. She's heaven, there's no other word to describe her and our lips keep breaking apart to come back together around the sounds that we can't hold back. It's cheesy as fuck but this isn't fucking, it's more. Making love is too insignificant. It's an exchange of trust, my hellion is placing her trust in me, and I'll die before I ever fucking break it.

I lean forward, blindly searching for that rubber grinder and she smiles against me while hugging my face. Her smile gets wider as I place it against her clit, and she digs her nails into my neck as I control her movements. She's wrapped in my arms with a hand around her throat, my lips have already touched every part of her skin and I wrap them around her pebbled nipple. A perfect fucking day.

She twists her legs, bringing her knees up so they're hugging my sides and fucking controls me. Stretching an arm behind her, she pushes against my forearm until I'm holding her ass up and then nods against me, silently telling me to move. All I need is her. There's no space between our bodies and she drops her head back as I thrust up in slow purposeful strokes. It's not fake, the moans are soft and breathy, getting closer together.

Every thrust is met with a roll of her hips.

Her nails score across my skin as I fuck her harder and my name vibrates through her throat as she tenses and locks her knees into my sides. Flipping her on her back because I need those eyes on me when I come, she stares up at me half lidded with a dopey smile. My hold on her neck is pushing her into the sheets but there's nothing other than that fucking smile and her fingertips gently grazing across my chest and abs as I bury myself inside her, hating the barrier. Grinding my hips into her so those rubber bumps are directly on her clit as my body erupts, she locks her legs around my waist to keep me in and shudders under me.

I catch myself on my forearms beside her head when my knees go weak and wait to breathe normally again. Fuck, my heart is racing, and my tongue is heavy with everything I'm trying to keep back. Ana wraps her arms around my middle, it's not tight enough to pull me closer and she's still shaking. Her lips brush my chest, right over the organ she's taken over.

She's killing me, and I will never survive her.

I use the little energy I have left to scoop her up and slowly turn on to my back. She's cute as fuck and grumbles sleepily as I pull out and get rid of the condom. Her exhaustion carries through her voice as she nuzzles against me.

"Dima?"

Humming as I kiss her crown, she pats my chest in the same way she does when she's soothing herself.

"You're my favorite person." I don't have time to react to her words as the next part comes around a yawn. "Don't get stabbed again."

My laugh is soundless, blowing across her hair as I pull the sheets up, so she doesn't get cold and keep her hugged to me. My sweet hellion. There's no chance I'm surviving her, I will go to the depths of hell and back before she's ever taken from me.

I press my lips to her forehead and watch the apples of her cheeks rise as I slowly slip out from the covers. "Stay here, krasotka, I'm going to clean you up."

There's a small murmur but she doesn't move as I go to the bathroom and run a washcloth under hot water. This fucking woman, murderous and violent, is tucked in our bed with a smile on her face that I can't imagine a day without. I need her in my life and I'm self-aware enough to know what the emotion is inside of me, but I can't risk her not being here with me, so I refuse to tell her as much as it makes me a coward.

1 ? I could live off your taste, my little fox.

2 ? And I'm yours.