53. Dima

FIFTY-THREE

Dima

M y beautiful hellion is covered in blood, the water tingeing pink as she washes her hair, but the joy on her face is ethereal without any pain or memories haunting her for the first time. She's killed her demon and she's all the better for it.

Walking into the shower behind her, I wrap my arms around her middle and rest my chin on the top of her head. Her fingers wrap around my wrist and she washes my hands before going up my arms and getting rid of the blood on my skin. Once my hands are free, we work around each other's bodies, removing any trace of the cunt who will never be able to hurt her again.

Vanya stops me when I reach her thighs, my hands go to her hips as she prepares her question. She looks up at me, water clinging to her lashes and quietly asks, "Are you okay?"

Sweet as fucking sugar. I pick her up by the back of her thighs and chase her lips as I say, "I'll be better once I'm inside you."

Her giggle touches my lips before it fills my mouth and I blindly carry her out of the shower. I know she's protective of her hair so I don't take her into our bedroomstraight away. Sitting her on the vanity, I step between her thighs and use the soft cotton towel to squeeze the excess water out of her hair.

The last bit of hesitance that my sweet hellion carried has vanished now that she's become who she was meant to. There are no questions about her identity or that distance she creates unable to be herself because she didn't know who she was. Her eyes are brighter and she presses the heels of her palms to my cheeks as she scowls and attempts to mimic my voice. "My name's Dima an?—"

"And I love you," I cut her off so I can watch her face melt.

She's like a fucking cat and grips my shoulder as she jumps up to stand. Wrapping my arms around her calves, I throw her over my shoulder. My lips find her hip as she makes no attempt to fight me. There are no punches into my back or kneeing into my stomach and I lightly slap her ass. The giggle comes out again as I drop her in the middle of the bed, and it tapers off into a gasp as I push her legs apart. Her eyes go wide as I move closer to my second favorite place after her heart.

"You're going to torture me, aren't you?" she groans, throwing her head back into the cushions with frustration.

Kissing each of her knees, I pause out of reach of her beautiful pussy and wait for those unique eyes to land on me.

"It's your fault, lisichka, you're even more beautiful when you come."

Her face softens and I hold the backs of her thighs, pinning her knees by her shoulders.

"You're always ready for me, such a pretty pussy."

I dive forward, licking through her slit, and swirl my tongue on her clit. It's the best fucking thing in the world to hear her moans and they're not muted with her thighs by my ears as she threads her fingers through my hair and tilts her hips up for me, only ever fucking me.

My tongue meets every part of her, and the frustrated moans are music to my ears. It's so fucking amazing watching her chase me, knowing she can stop it at any time and that she has full control but she trusts me enough to let it continue as I lazily push my middle finger into her.

"Diiimaa, more."

I don't give her enough to come.

She's soaking my hand, but it isn't enough, and I nip her ass cheek with my teeth.

I could watch her all day, even if she's not doing anything, but this moment is more, and I mark a path with my lips and tongue up the back of her thighs. My beautiful hellion wriggles her legs free and wraps them around my waist, trying to get me to move faster. Pushing my weight back to counteract her, I'm rewarded with another groan.

The movement has my face in the middle of her chest, and I press light, teasing kisses across her skin as I ask, "What do you want, krasotka?"

She doesn't answer and keeps trying to move me, so I remove my finger as punishment. I know her weakness and try to remember the last chapter of her book.

"Who do you want to win? To breed you and keep you?"

A whimper leaves her lips around an elongated curse.

"Oh fuuuccck."

Her legs fall limp around me as I move up and continue, "Or should we do it at the same time again, human?"

Reaching her neck, I turn gentle at the healing scar before going to the other side and feeling her pulse against my lips.

My voice drops and a moan wraps itself around the words as I feel her wet against my dick.

"You loved it, didn't you, feeling how we stretched you."

My eyes roll back as I grind into her for relief, and she digs her nails into my shoulders.

"Fuck, I can feel you pulsing."

She's clenching around nothing, and my dick hates me for not being inside her as I grind into her clit. The little bite of pain as she tears chunks out of my back and moans into my ear has me tensing every muscle not to come as she allows her confidence to shine.

"Dima. Fuck. Me."

My hand goes to her jaw, holding her in place as I steal the air from her lungs so I can breathe. Her hands on my back turn gentle and stroke over the scratches in apology. Fuck, she's too fucking good for me. But I'm not a fool, I'll never let her go, and I'm man enough to be better every day until I get close to what she deserves.

Swapping our positions, I sit up against the headboard and turn her around so her head is against my shoulder. My hellion doesn't need instructions and hooks her legs over mine, opening herself up for me exactly as I need as I wrap one arm around her chest. My lips are by her ear, and she grabs any part of me within reach as I trace the contours of her twitching body with my knuckles and thumb.

"You're going to take more for me, soak my hand and the sheets."

It's not a question but she nods her head and rolls her hips against the air.I don't go past her navel and move my hand further up to cup the side of her neck with my thumb under her chin. The soft touches always have her frustrated and my name coming out in that beautiful harmony as I repeat the same movement and slowly brush the column of her throat with my fingers then loosely curl my hand in until my knuckles touch her skin. The moan in my ear has me smiling from ear to ear as she tenses in anticipation.

"Little bit longer for me, lisichka."

I move even slower than before, every two inches I move down her body I go back up an inch until I'm back between her thighs.

Tracing her lips with my middle fingers, I kiss her cheek and give her a reminder.

"You know I love you. I'll give you everything you want?" Vanya nods and her face softens before I add, "But I'm not letting you come straight away, lisichka."

Her lip sticks out in a pout, and she whines, "I thought you were nice."

My voice turns playful as I stroke my middle finger through her slit.

"I am nice, moya krasota."

Only ever to my hellion but it counts.

I kiss up her neck as I circle her entrance and slowly push two fingers insider her. My dick throbs against her back as she clenches around the digits and the sweetest voice delivers beautifully dirty words.

"Your pre-cum is touching my back."

There's no discomfort in it, she's rocking against me, wanting more, trying to tip me over the edge, and she turns her head with those beautiful eyes sparkling as her voice turns husky.

"Don't you wish it was inside me? Not your fingers."

My hand leaves her chest, wrapping around her throat as my sweet hellion bites her lip, knowing she fucking owns me.

She's a butterfly who had to struggle through the fight of breaking out of her cocoon to become the woman weaving the most erotic future that's about to happen.

"Imagine it, Dima, I'm squeezing around you."

My hand speeds up.

"Your dick is buried inside of me, and I have to curl my toes just to remember to breathe."

Adding a third finger.

"Oh fuck, then, yes."

My thumb goes to her clit.

"Then you do that, thing with, your hips."

She's breathless, on the edge of release, and I pull my fingers out, ruining her climax.

The unique swirls of blue are eaten up as her pupils blow wide with lust and I clean my fingers with my tongue. Holding her hips, I lift her up enough to position my dick at her entrance and my beauty sinks down with her crown touching my shoulder. Blindly reaching for the sleeve without taking my eyes off her, I band my arm around her middle to keep her in place as she attempts to ride me faster.

"What do you do if you want me to stop?" I ask.

Her head turns, a dopey smile on her face, as she says what I need.

"Tell you, you'll never hurt me."

The last four words are the most important and I seal our lips together, tasting her trust.I trace the edge of her tight pussy wrapped around my dick and she whimpers into my mouth as I slowly press the tip of my finger into the seam.

I cup between her thighs, my fingers making a V around my dick, and lift her. She groans in frustration and I lightly slap her clit, morphing it into a moan. "Fuck, Dima."

"Can you be good, hellion?"

She smiles, so fucking wide and full of joy, and says, "Probably not."

Increasing the force, I slap her pussy again as I ask, "Whose pussy is this to look after?"

That smile gets softer as she looks down at her chest to see her necklace, looking back up at me, she shyly whispers, "Yours, I'm yours."

Her eyes darken and she looks murderous as she gives me everything I fucking need with her violence coating her voice.

"And you're mine."

"Yours," I agree as I slap between her thighs ever harder and cup her pussy to massage the sting away.

Kissing her pulse point, I lower her and moan at the feeling of her grinding against my dick. "Sit on your dick, human."

Vanya eagerly plants her feet and arches her back as she wraps her fingers around my dick and does as she's told. I use the textured edge of the sleeve against her clit. She tries to close her thighs, but it just has her knees knocking against mine. Her head falls back and my hellion clenches around me impossibly. Tightening my arm around her, I kiss her shoulder and soften my voice.

"You can take it all for me can't you, lisichka?"

When she nods, I move up her neck and flatten the sleeve so it's not as uncomfortable. We both groan at the feeling of the added friction as I slowly push it into the edge of where we're joined. She's too tight and I blow a path below her ear as I get her to stop clenching and say, "Let me in, lisichka, I'm the only one who's going to fill you full of cum."

Her breath hitches in her throat and she stops clenching enough for me push another inch inside her as she softly moans, "Then you'll breed me? And keep me?"

I nod and hug her tighter at the feeling of the ridges massaging my dick. I knew it would be good for her, I never factored the edges rubbing against my length as I remain still until the sleeve is hugged between her tight front walls and my dick. The ridges push directly against her G-spot and she tenses, whimpering and fucking torturing me.

Each of my fingers move independently as they make circles on her waist and I slowly feed more inside her. She slaps out at my thigh and neck, her nails digging into my skin as she moans louder, almost afraid.

"Dima?"

"Shh," I coo and kiss her temple. "That's it, I've got you, beautiful."

Once it's halfway in, she relaxes and pushes up into a squat. Fuck me, I've never felt more in awe of her as she opens herself up for me and slowly rides me. Thrusting up into her, I hook my finger through the loop on the sleeve that's meant to go around my balls and alternate the thrusts. We both move in tandem, fucking each other and trading sounds for the most intense fucking experience of our lives.

She gets off on the words being repeated and I get off on her, so I flatten my hand on her sternum and massage up her body then wrap it around her throat, feeling the vibrations of what we create. Everything mixes together of what I can remember from her book and how I feel.

"That's my woman, look at you taking us both. You're so fucking perfect."

My hips speed up and Vanya holds the back of my head as her tits bounce and she screams my name.

"Dima. I'm going to come."

Circling her clit with my thumb, I don't try to keep her with me as I give her permission.

"Come on my dick, soak me, lisichka."

There are going to be scratches all over me, worn with pride, as her back bows and she combusts, cutting off her own air.

Burying myself inside her when my hellion clenches so tightly she nearly pushes me out, I tense every part of my body, wanting more.

"One more for me, then I'll fill you up. Breed this pussy and keep my human."

She's so fucking lost in her climax that she nods her head while contradicting herself.

"I can't, it's too much."

My sweet Vanya grinds her hips and tugs on my nape until she has my lips.As soon as they touch, she nods again and her hand falls to my wrist, holding the sleeve. She controls it and moans into my mouth, waiting for me to move. Letting my hellion control the sleeve, I alternate my thrusts, so she feels it move in the opposite direction of my dick. She gasps into my mouth as I angle my hips, increasing the pressure on that spot that makes her fucking explode, and her eyes snap open.

They get wider as I squeeze the sides of her neck and she shakes, vibrating with her climax, begging me to follow.

"Come in me, win for me."

Pulling the sleeve free, I hold her neck tighter, and the kiss is clumsy, teeth and tongues, as we don't stop surpassing what's meant to be a peak. My forearm rests below her tits, hugging her as I pull her down to meet my thrusts while fucking begging her to always stay here with me.

"I love you."

She nods and bites my lip.

"You're my beautiful fucking woman," I moan as she shudders.

"Diiiiimaaaa," she whimpers and her eyes roll back in her pretty head. The sight alone undoes me and I can't hold back as she clenches around me, her pussy tightening and I fill her with the biggest release of my life as she hugs me back.

I'm not capable of actual sentences as I groan into her a mix of the word fuck at different lengths that somehow portray exactly how I feel and nothing at the same time. Her smile is soft as cotton as she goes limp, catching her breath.

We're both depleted, barely able to sit straight with our hearts thudding against each other.

"I love you, lisichka," I say breathless because I fucking can, "you're definitely going to kill me but I'll never fucking stop."

A small laugh leaves her, all air, and she rolls her head on my shoulder with her eyelids drooping.

"I love you too, I can't kill you."

Too fucking sweet and good.She kisses my cheek and keeps repeating it as she wraps herself around me.

"Love you, only you."

My chest isn't big enough to contain my heart, there's no ‘I think' — she knows and doesn't have to question anything.

I force myself to move before my breathing comes back to normal because she hates the feeling of not being cleaned up straight away and it's my job to do it. I lay her beside me, hating the cold air replacing her warmth, and drop the sleeve beside the bed to be cleaned once she's asleep. Vanya nuzzles closer to me, and hugs my forearm, her lips softly pressing below my elbow and she's still smiling.

Combing my fingers through her hair, I lean down and kiss her temple as she whispers, "Meet me in Venus?"

"Always," I nod.

I gently slip my arm free and clean up. She's already on her back when I come back into the room with a warm washcloth, her eyes closed and that small smile on her face. It dips slightly as I kneel beside and clean her thighs.

"What's wrong, lisichka?"

Vanya has a habit of crying after her body has been depleted, but I haven't even touched the clicker. There aren't any tears as she blinks and whispers, "I don't know what to do."

I drop the washcloth over the edge of the bed and lie on my back before I pull her onto my chest. With the tip of her finger, she traces the kot on my chest as I pull the sheets over us. My lips brush the top of her damp hair and I stroke down her back, feeling her warmth.

"You can do whatever you want," I say with conviction.

She slowly nods and continues tracing the whiskers. I've become accustomed to hearing her talk to herself, it always gave me an insight to her thoughts, but she's silent. A silent Vanya is my second biggest fear, only ever beaten by her not being here with me.

"I…" she trails off and audibly gulps. "I've spent all my life promising to hurt everyone, to kill Yulia and Marlo, now that they're gone, what do I do?" There's so much confusion on her features as she looks up and repeats, "What am I supposed to do, Dima?"

My answer doesn't change as I cup the back of her head.

"Whatever you want, no one knows what they want to do, we all just pretend to know and make it up every day."

The lost look intensifies and I throw out random suggestions.

"You like learning things, you could go to school. You like the fights and your d—Vlad will you let you run them, or you could stay here and listen to your books every day."

She smiles but it's off as she drops her head back to my chest. "I'm not a maid that needs to be here all the time."

Not as a maid, as my wife.

I kiss her crown and hug her even tighter in fear that she'll choose something that will take her away from me.

"Whatever you want is yours and you have a name now, not just a first name. You have me, you have a family, all of us are here to give you whatever you want."

Her head pops up, the desolation leaving and replaced with a smile as she whispers in awe, "I have a real name."

"Vanya Vartanova," I nod and trace the corner of her lips.

She snort-laughs. "Sounds like a superhero."

Fuck, I love her even more in each breath and I cup her cheek, massaging her jaw with my palm as I watch her in awe of how she's survived to be a peaceful-violent contradiction.

She's even sweeter as she softens, kissing my palm and whispering, "Thank you for making me real."

"Thank you for coming back to me," I whisper back.