MAKE YOU MINE

She knew though, instinctively, that giving into the salty tang of tears would be a bad idea. Even while she was partly mad with pleasure, she didn’t want to show how completely he shifted something inside her, nor how much this meant to her….NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Because Kelly felt a surge of feminine power and it was instantaneous and went beyond words. She didn’t think she was ready to tell him how much this meant to her…. That she was in love with him. She felt it and that was enough.

She had never met anyone who made her feel this way. Made her feel precious. No one had ever looked at her like he did…. as though he would die if he didn’t kiss her…. as though the push and pull of their chemistry was robbing him of sense.

Dimitri did.

He moved his body and he stared into her eyes and she felt a cascade of emotions from him to her, then he pulled out of her, ignoring her protest.

He bent, trailed kisses up and down her inner thighs, reveling in the revealing quiver of her flesh under his lips as he moved her legs wider. He caressed the soft folds of her sex, feeling the moist heat that telegraphed her need for him.

He grazed his mouth over the erotic little hollows under her hipbones while inciting her need to a higher pitch with his hand, his thumb gently rubbing her clitoris, fingers circling, diving inside her, working a teasing rhythm as he moved upward again and pressed hot kisses over her stomach. And her body arched up to him, inviting, inciting.

He ran his tongue around the tips of her breasts and she broke into chaotic movement, hands clawing at his back, urging an upward surge. Excitement flooded through him but he denied her demand to hurry the pace, wanting this to last a bit longer, surrounding the taut thrust of her nipple with his mouth, drawing on it, reinforcing the rhythmic caress he’d maintained, building an arc of throbbing pleasure.

She grabbed his head, fingers tugging his hair. He moved to her other breast, determined on having her whole body acutely aware of him, craving and wallowing in every nuance of sensation he could give her. Her body thrashed from side to side in a chaotic offering that drove him to almost frenzied action. Impossible to hold out much longer.

He drew himself up again, hovered over her. Her legs curled around his thighs, convulsively pressing. Her hands linked around his neck, trying to pull him down to her. She was panting with the primitive passion he had stirred.

Whether it was pride or possessiveness or some dark streak of male domination driving him, Dimitri didn’t know, but the powerful need to stamp himself in her mind overrode everything else.

“Say my name,” he commanded, resisting the compelling pressure to perform at her instigation. “Say it!”

“Dimitri…” It burst from her as though her mind was filled to overflowing with it.

His heart leapt in exultation. He positioned himself to enter her, feeling the pulsing of her inner muscles closing around him, sucking him in.

“Again,” he insisted.

“Dimitri…” It was an anguished plea.

He picked up her fluttering hands and slammed them above her head as he drove himself deeply into the sweet hot cavern of her innermost self. He lay on the soft cushion of her breasts, his face directly above hers. He wanted eye contact but her lids were shut, her mouth open, dragging in quick shallow breaths.

“Look at me, Kelly!” he commanded. His voice was hoarse and urgent and her eyes flew wide with shock and breathless abandon as he began to thrust into her in the most intimate way possible.

The lashes flew up. Her eyes seemed unfocussed, inwardly concentrated, but they swam back to seeing him squarely.

“Oh fuck, Kelly” he said more softly, and kissed her.

The sounds of her harsh breaths met with Dimitri’s own grunts of pleasure. He bit his lower lip and squeezed her tight, his eyes darkening as he continued to stare down at her.

“You’re mine, Kelly. Mine” he said possessively.

The quivers of her orgasm started again. She wasn’t ready. She wanted this to last longer, to hold him longer. But he probably sensed how close she was, and increased his pace. He moved again and the feelings in her body escalated until every thought in her head was eclipsed by a sensation so wild and all consuming that she could do no more than to cry out his name and move in a way that he urged her to move as he guided them both towards sexual oblivion.

When the explosion came it took them both together in a shower of satisfaction so intense that she clutched at him as if he was the only one that could save her from the madness. Her body shattered into a thousand threads of ecstasy. She buried her face in his neck, then bit down on his shoulder to stop herself from crying out for the world to hear.

He felt it too, because he drove into her hard and then held her against him, mumring something against her neck while his body throbbed into hers.

Pleasure coursed through them in waves, until he could only move to the side and pull her close, catching his breath with his face nuzzled in her neck. They lay tangled together, Kelly wrapped around him, her head on his chest, strands of her hair spread over his arm and her limbs tangled with his.

Listening to her peaceful steady breathing minutes later, he knew that she had fallen asleep.

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The honeymoon was pure sensual bliss-two weeks of hot days and balmy nights-time out from the problems at the company-nothing to do but enjoy themselves in any way impulse took them.

Sexual pleasure with Dimitri was extremely addictive. He was a marvelous lover and there was certainly no doubting his desire for her. It seemed to constantly simmer in his eyes, flaring into passion when she dared to provoke it, and twinkling with wicked satisfaction when she lay contentedly in his arms afterwards.

She was almost four months pregnant now and occasionally she felt a stab of jealousy at the look of entranced love on his face whenever he talked about the baby.