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The kiss was nothing Lily had prepared for.

Dmitri’s lips met hers in a hungry desperate rush like he’d been waiting for this moment and was terrified of letting it go.

His hands locked behind her neck, dragging her impossibly close. Lily gasped but didn’t pull away, fingers clawing into his needing something to hold on to.

His kiss deepened, rougher, hungrier, and when he lifted her off the ground, she let out a startled cry that melted into another moan as her body straddled against him.

He carried her up the staircase, lips never left hers, only breaking long enough to trail across her jaw, down the column of her throat. By the time they reached the room, Dmitri pinned her against the door with a heavy thud, slamming it closed behind them. His gaze burned into hers on the edge of losing every ounce of control he had.

"Dmitri-" her voice cracked on his name, breaking into a moan when his lips traveled lower, searing across her collarbone. He shoved her shirt aside with ruthless impatience, lips tracing the delicate bridge of her breast as though he were both worshipping and consuming her.

Heat flared low in her core. Lily gasped, her head tipping back against the door, fingers burying themselves into his hair.

Dmitri pulled back, his chest rising and falling hard, lips swollen.

"You drive me insane, Lily," he muttered hoarsely.

In the next breath, he lifted her again, carrying her away from the door and onto the king-sized mattress. His body followed immediately after, caging her in, not giving her a single inch to escape.

He trailed down her neck again to her belly. Then he stopped, looking at her asking for permission. Lily nodded faster than anything and in a swift motion he ripped her gown letting it fall down along with her bra.

Dmitri's mouth closed over her breast, hot and demanding, his tongue flicking against her hardened nipple until she whimpered, clutching his hair, urging him closer.

"Dmitri..." her voice broke on his name, trembling, needy.

He growled savoring the way she writhed beneath him.

One hand splayed across her waist, holding her pinned, the other sliding down, fingertips skimming her hip before gripping her thigh, forcing her legs apart with unrelenting possession.

Her pussy throbbed, wet and aching for him. When he finally pulled away, lips wet and jaw tense, he looked up at her through heavy lashes.

"You don't know what you do to me," his voice was rasp.

His hand slid higher up her thigh, teasing the edge of her damp lace, and she gasped, a cry escaping before she could bite it back.

Her plea broke into a moan as he pressed against her slick folds, his finger digging into her soaked pussy. Lily’s thighs trembled, threatening to snap shut but his grip kept them spread for him, his thumb circling slow, devastating patterns that had her head tossing back against the pillows.

"God... please-" she gasped, not even sure what she was begging for, only knowing that if he stopped now, she would shatter.

He leaned over her, lips grazing her ear. "Tell me what you need, tservana," he demanded.

"Tell me, and I'll give it to you."

She couldn't form words, only whimpers and soft moans as his fingers slid deeper, filling her, stretching her.

The burn was brief, then bliss followed, her walls clenching around him.

Dmitri swore under his breath, kissing her jaw, her throat, marking her with every drag of his lips. "You're mine," he growled against her skin, thrusting

Before she could stop herself, a strangled cry tore from her lips. Her body clenched hard around his fingers, the pleasure crashing over her like a violent wave. Her hips bucked helplessly, chasing every last ripple of release as he worked her through it, his mouth pressed hot against her neck, whispering filthy Russian curses like prayers.

hen he pulled his fingers free, slick with her wetness, and brought them to his lips. His eyes never left hers as he tasted her, tongue curling around his fingers with a growl that sent another rush of heat pooling between her thighs.

"You'll be the death of me, Lily Hills," he rasped.

Lily’s gaze flicked down, and she saw the evidence of his restraint straining hard against his pants. Her lips parted, breath still unsteady. She shouldn't want more but her body betrayed her, already aching for what she knew was next.

Listening to the reckless thoughts in her head, she shamelessly slid her hands down brushing thr rigid length straining beneath Dmitri’s pants.

He sucked a breath, eyes shut as if the slightest touch burned him alive.

"Lily..." His voice cracked, guttural. "If you do that-l won't stop."

Her lips parted, breath shallow, but instead of pulling back she tugged at his belt, unfastening it with trembling hands.

"Then don't stop."

Dmitri froze, like the ground had shifted under him. His gaze locked on hers, searc'

I her face for even the slightest hesitation. But all saw was need, wild and lustful mirroring his.

"Lily..." he growled her name again, but this time it wasn't restraint. It was surrender.

With a feral groan, he caught her mouth in a crushing kiss, ripping his belt free in one swift pull.

One sharp thrust, and he buried himself inside her, filling her to the hilt.

Lily cried out.

He waited for a moment, waiting for another approval and when she met his eyes again he thrusted.

First slow, deep strokes until his entire length filled everywhere at once.

Her fingers clawed into his shoulders, nails biting his skin as her body shuddered beneath the unrelenting rhythm.

"Dmitri-" she gasped, her voice breaking into a moan when he angled his hips, hitting a spot so deep it ripped the air from her lungs.

"Fuck…” he growled against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as if he couldn't stop himself from marking her.

"You feel too good, Lily. So damn good."

Her thighs clenched around his waist, instinctively trying to pull him deeper, but he caught her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. The other gripped her hip, holding her in place as he thrust harder, faster, driving into her like he was claiming every part of her.

Lily's head tipped back, her cries breaking free, raw and helpless.

She had never felt this filled in her entire life. Both heat and passion flowed through her all at once and she clutched to him. Every movement sent fire racing through her veins, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in her core until she thought she might shatter.

His mouth found hers again, devouring her moans. Eyes darkened as he slammed into her harder.

His hand tightened around her wrists, holding her caged when she arched.

"Bozhe moi-Lily," he groaned, his control shattering as her body milked him, dragged him deeper.

“I’m cumming, tservana.” He groaned.

Lily nodded immediately, moans slipping out of her mouth.

His thrusts grew rough, frantic, each one stealing his breath until he finally buried himself to the hilt, his release tearing through him with a roar against her throat.

They collapsed together, bodies soaked in sweat, chests rising and falling in uneven rhythm.

The room was quiet, except for the sound of their ragged breathing. But still neither of them spoke.

Dmitri turned his head, to her watching her lashes flutter against her flushed skin, her chest was still trembling from exhaustion. She looked undone, yet breathtaking, and it made something in him soften.

He knew he should pull away. He was putting her in danger just being close to her.

Lily’s eyes fluttered closed, her body curling instinctively toward him, shivering faintly even as sleep began to claim her.

Dmitri smirked despite himself, thumb tracing the curve of her swollen lips. His little wifey was so delicate she could barely handle a single round. She had no idea how much more he wanted, how much he ached to teach her. This was just the beginning.

As her breathing steadied, Dmitri just watched. It should have been peaceful, her resting against him, her guard down at last. Yet his chest only grew heavier. The guilt reminding him of the danger he was dragging her deeper into with every stolen moment.

“I should stay away from you,” he
muttered under his breath,

His jaw clenched as he whispered the truth he couldn’t escape.

“I just have to.”