50. Dima

FIFTY

Dima

B ringing my woman home to our new house is the best feeling in the world. Vanya pushes her nose to the glass as I drive up the private road and the smile on her face is full of awe as she sees all the trees lining the property. Wonder fills her voice, and she doesn't look away from them as she asks, "Where are we?"

She dreamt of the forest, it was her happy place, and now it's real. But I say one word that means everything.

"Home."

She is my home, I'll follow her to hell and find comfort as long I'm with her. The weeks she's spent in the hospital were torture and I needed something to focus on rather than the empty house with reminders of where she's broken down. I couldn't even have anything more than an hour alone with her before one of her fucking family members decided to invade our time. It's not a sexual urge, I just want to hold her without someone else trying to steal her time.

She doesn't need to know that I haven't told anyone else so we can finally be alone. If I see another Vartanov again, I'll end up fucking shooting them just to get some peace. The clingy fucks.

I'm sure she's supposed to be lethargic, but she's light on her feet and fueled with pure joy as she pushes out of the car and skips towards the trees, entirely ignoring the house as soon as I pull up on the driveway. Closing the distance between us, I wrap my arms around her middle and walk us deeper into them. There's a bench in the middle to create a clearing but she doesn't go to it and turns in my arms once we're fully embedded within nature.

Holding her chin, I keep her face tilted up to mine and finally get to tell her the truth without drugs pulling her away from me.

"I love you, ya ne mogu bez tebya zhit."

She's so fucking beautiful and her smile is even softer as she looks up at me. She hooks her arms around my neck and my sweet hellion jumps up to seal her lips over mine. I don't expect her to say it back or do anything she doesn't want but the apology is worse.

"I'm sorry for hurting you."

It's going to be a long conversation for her to understand that she didn't hurt me, and I sit on the bench to take the pressure off my healing leg. My shoulder isn't as tender with it being a clean shot, but she gently rubs her hand in circular motions against the joint. She keeps touching my chest and she pulls the collar of my t-shirt away to make sure there are no surgical scars. The fuckers made her think they held my life in their hands, and she visibly relaxes seeing my chest is the same as always.

Holding her face in both of my hands, I press our foreheads together, hoping it transfers from my brain to hers if my words aren't enough.

"You didn't hurt me. You know what hurt?"

She shakes her head, oblivious to how deeply she owns me.

"Seeing you holding a knife to your throat, and thinking you were dead." My voice cracks and my arms tighten around her as though I'm tempting fate by bringing up the topic."I watched Vlad carry you into the hospital, lisichka, and there was a fucking knife in your neck."

Everything hardens as I beg her for the only thing that is non-negotiable, she can make every other decision in my life other than this one point.

"I will not survive you. The next time you want to kill someone, I'll be next to you, never to stop you, we can do whatever torture or murder you need and I'll be there to make sure you're safe, Vanya."

Her smile is wider hearing her own name. I flatten my palm on her chest so I can feel her heartbeat and kiss her cheek as my voice lowers with reverence.

"This controls my own heartbeat, if it ever stops so will mine."

She hugs me and slowly says, "I think I love you."

There's no malice in my laugh, she's so fucking cute, contemplating the words that I can't help teasing her.

"Just think, huh?"

My sweet hellion nods and a small crease forms between her brows as she breaks my heart.

"Well, I've never been loved or loved anyone else before, but I didn't want to be here if you weren't, and I'll never let you get hurt."

With the stitches in her neck still healing, I hold her hips to pull her forward as panic hardens my tone.

"You will live, lisichka, with or without me. You never fucking sacrifice yourself again, for anyone."

I can see her wanting to argue but nothing will work, it's the one fucking point she can't sway me on. Everything else is hers to do with what she wills.

"Do you think it would be worth it when I'm going to follow right after you? If you ever try to trade your life for mine, it won't mean shit because I will follow you through the galaxies and fucking chain you to me. So, never do it again because it is fucking pointless. All you'll be doing is dragging me with you. Do you understand?"

"You're pretty when you're angry," she mumbles under her breath.

Never has anyone described me as pretty and it would be laughable coming from any other voice but my sweet hellion.

She shuffles forward, erasing any distance between our bodies and my lips are on hers. Whoever packed a dress in the hospital bag has my thanks because I don't have to move her off me to get where I want. Vanya moans into my mouth as I massage her ass, grinding her against me. The pads of her fingers trail against the sides of my neck and she goes lower, gripping my t-shirt in her fists to pull it off.

I'm only ever wearing shirts from now on, so I never have to take my lips away from hers. She kisses down my neck with urgency and rushes out, "Don't torture me today, please."

So fucking polite. I don't torture her; I just push her to the brink of total bliss. Stroking over her panties, I can feel her wet for me already and a groan rumbles in my throat.

"You missed me, lisichka?"

Her lips brush my ear as she nods and her voice drips with sex as she asks, "Why do you think I wore a dress?"

She is going to kill me.

My apology is muted with us both reaching for my belt, and it rushes together.

"I won't last but I'll make it up to you, krasotka."

I don't know who does what, but my dick is out, and I push her panties to the side as she lifts up on her knees. She moans into me at the feeling of my dick brushing her clit and lightly nips my bottom lip with her teeth.

"Fast is good, no torturing me."

The first touch is something I'd die for, and she wraps her arm around my shoulders, slowly sinking down as she rests her forehead on mine and stares so deeply into my eyes she must see her name written on my soul.

Moans ring out, filtering through her claim.

"Better every time."

Fuck. I've officially lost control and snap my hips up as I swallow down every sound out of my woman. Every thrust is met with her grinding against me. Fucking me back and wrecking me in the process. When she clenches around me I can't take it, cupping the back of her head, I band my arm around her lower back, keeping her in place so she can't take more.

Fucking her with just the tip of my dick doesn't do shit to stop the urge to come. And she makes it harder to ignore as she moans my name in my ear.

"Dima, more. I want to feel all of you."

She bounces on me as I drop my hold on her, to grab the front of her dress in my fists.

"Fuck, keep riding me," I moan. "So fucking beautiful."

Her tits spring free as I pull her bra down. Nipples pointed, begging for my mouth which I easily obey.

I hold her tits in my hands as I flick her nipple with my tongue and suck it between my teeth as she pushes against my wrist. My beautiful confident woman guides my hand between her legs, but I don't give her the pressure she wants, I only allow my fingertips to graze her clit as she gets even more worked up. Letting her nipple go with a wet pop, I kiss up her chest and write my name on her neck with my tongue.

My movements are gentler, avoiding the stitches until I pass her jaw and she blindly turns, chasing my lips.

"You want to come, lisichka?"

She doesn't give me what I want and makes me ask for it.

"Use your words, Vanya."

Her teeth come out, digging into my bottom lip as she bites out the words in frustration.

"Make. Me. Come. Please."

I circle her clit with my thumb, rewarding her for doing as she's told, and her teeth leave my bottom lip.

Her back arches, taking those mesmerizing eyes away and I cup her nape, keeping them in view. I speed up, loving the sight of my woman's climax. It's fucking art, everything about the way her body contorts, and her chest shakes is the epitome of beauty. Vanya presses her fingers into my cheek as she tries to stop her climax and grinds down into me, chasing it at the same time.

"Come for me, soak my dick."

A whimper floats up to the clear sky above us and she shudders, impossibly clenching around me.

I lay her on the bench-style table and take her hands in mine, threading our fingers together and holding them above her head. My chain slips down, lightly knocking against her chin, but she doesn't have her necklace on for them to meet. It doesn't dim her smile as I rest my forehead on hers.

"I love you, lisichka," I finally get to fucking say. "You're real, and mine."

The edge of the wood slams into my thighs and she gasps as I angle my hips to get that one spot that makes her eyes widen.

"Diimaa," she whimpers.

I lower, sealing our lips together as she grinds down, chasing her release and there's no hope for me to hold back as she begs, "Come for me, breed me, keep me."

I fuck her harder, the pendant speeding up as it taps her chin and she screams my fucking name as she lifts her hips. Pressing my weight down so she can't escape, I use every bit of strength and energy I possess to fuck her even harder as I groan, "That's my fucking woman."

A stuttered whimper breaks up my weakness as she sweetly begs, "Please, Dima."

And I follow her as I pull our bodies together and steal her lips. Vanya twists her hand and I let go for her to softly stroke up my nape, a smile touching my lips as she wrecks me.

"I think I do love you," she says, breathless.

My beautiful hellion, soon to be wife.

"Good," I kiss her cheek. "I love you and I'm keeping you."

Her smile is the widest it's ever been as she wraps her arms around my neck and bites into my cheek. She's giddy, excited, fucking mine.

I slowly kiss across the wound on her neck as I remind myself that she's here, she's alive, and that she's safe.

"I love you, lisichka," I whisper, watching her shiver and soften against me. "And you're going to be my good human, let me breed you and keep you so that no one can take you away from me, aren't you?"

"Are you going to torture me?" she whispers back, tracing my brows.

"Yeah," I hum, "I spent days scared out of my fucking mind while I was waiting to see your beautiful eyes, so you're going to help me forget while I count down all those hours with the clicker."

Her face falls, eyes widening, and she slowly shakes her head.

"That's a lot."

"It is," I admit. "Imagine how I felt when you experience pleasure when all I had was pain."

My hellion is cute as fuck as she hugs me, softly kisses my cheek, and says, "I'm sorry for hurting you."

"I love you," I breathe out, finally fucking free to say it.