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Forcing her hands to give up their compelling nest in his hair, she slid them over his shoulders and between their bodies to the button at his waistband.

Dmitri chuckled and lifted his head from her breast. “Is someone feeling impatient?”

“Someone is going to remove your jeans with her teeth if you don’t get them off in the next fifteen seconds,” she grumbled, already on the third button. Only one to go.

“Promises, promises,” he teased. Levering himself back onto his knees, he brushed her hands away and finished the job himself, stripping away the denim and dropping it over the side of the bed.

Reggie had to take several deep breaths just to keep from screaming, “Take me!” like the heroine of a melodramatic romance novel.
Ye gods and little fishes
. Would she ever get used to the way this man looked? From the top of his tousled, black hair to the soles of his strong, bare feet, the man oozed masculine perfection. And he was all hers. She offered up a quick and fervent prayer of thanks while he prowled toward her on his hands and knees.

“Help,” she whispered, a small smile curving her lips while lust darkened her eyes. “I think I’m about to be ravished by a wicked vampire. Help. Somebody please help me.”

“There is no one to hear your screams, girl.” He grinned at her, wicked and sexy while he forced her legs wide apart and crawled between them. “I have you at my mercy.”

“And will you be merciful?” Her question made it clear mercy was the last thing she wanted. She reached out to trace a line down the center of his chest before she wrapped her hand around his erect cock.

“Not even if you beg,
milka
.”

Reggie heaved a happy sigh. “Oh, good.”

Dmitri chuckled and removed her hand from his cock. “You will not sway me from my intent. I will have you as I please, and you will not stop me. What do you think of that, Regina?”

She squirmed a little closer, spread her legs a little wider and grabbed onto the bottom rail of the headboard with both hands. “I think you’d better get started.”

“There is much to do,” he agreed and bent to kiss her.

She parted her lips willingly for him, welcoming him inside with teasing strokes of her tongue. She loved kissing him, loved when he blocked out the world with his shadow and his heat and his passion. When they kissed, she felt almost as close to him as when he buried his cock deep inside her, but instead of easing her frustration, his kiss heightened it, and she whimpered.

He drew back and surveyed her face, her eyelids heavy, her breathing rapid and shallow, her lips moist and swollen. He smiled in satisfaction and stunned her by pulling away and standing, giving her an affectionate swat on the flank. “Get up.”

“What?” She frowned at him, confused and a bit miffed.

He folded his arms across his chest and gazed down at her. “If I get to ravish you without mercy this time, I have some specific ravishments in mind. So, get up.”

Reggie released the bed rail and sat up abruptly. Her frown turned into a scowl. “This better be good,” she grumped, sliding off the bed and stomping over to stand next to him.

“Trust me. It will be.” He winked at her and climbed back onto the mattress, settling himself in a seated position with his back resting against the headboard and his legs folded Indian style in front of him. The lazy pasha-look again. Damn it if he couldn’t pull it off. He patted his lap. “Come here.”

Now that had possibilities.

Reggie gave up her scowl and crawled up after him, suddenly eager to play along. The man was turning her into a wanton, and boy, was it fun.

He grabbed her hips when she stopped in front of him. “Straddle me.”

She obeyed with alacrity. She climbed into his lap, her legs on either side of his hips; but when she reached down to guide him into her, he grabbed her hand and guided it to his shoulder. Maintaining a one handed grip on her hip, he repeated the motion with her other hand, holding her firmly to keep her from impaling herself on his cock.

“Not yet,” he scolded. “Wait until you have permission, naughty girl. I want you to keep your hands exactly where I put them. Do you understand?”

She nodded, anxious and breathless.

“Good. Now hold absolutely still.”

Reggie tried, she really did. But when he released her hips and slid his hands lower, teasing them over her pussy before sliding them under her thighs, she couldn’t help herself. She shivered.

Then she jumped at the sharp impact of his hand against her ass when he gave her a firm spank.

“I said still.”

Reggie gulped and nodded, locking her muscles against any more involuntary movement. Not because she didn’t want him to spank her again (Lord, just the thought got her juices flowing, not to mention what the reality had done to her. She had creamed all over his thigh!), but because she needed him inside her desperately, and she hoped if she obeyed, he’d get there that much faster.

“Are you going to behave?” he demanded.

She nodded and her fingers clenched on his hard shoulders.

“Good. Lift your hips.”

She obeyed instantly. She rose up on her knees until her hips lifted a few inches from his and froze once again.

“Very good,
milka
.”

His hands slid back between her thighs, knuckles deliberately brushing against her pussy on the way. He moved his right arm against her thigh until she would either have to disobey him and move it, or…well, she’d have to move it. The man was stronger than Godzilla. She teetered on the edge of action and consequence for a handful of seconds.

“Lift your leg and drape it over my arm,” he commanded, giving her the excuse she needed.

She shifted her weight to her right knee, preparing to drape the left over his arm as he commanded. He spanked her sharply with his left hand and forced her to shift back to where she had been. She could almost feel the bright red print his hand had left on her ass.

“I only told you to move your leg,” he grumbled, fixing her with a stern gaze.

“But I’m kneeling. If I move that leg, I’ll fall.”

“I won’t let you fall,
dushka
,” he assured her, “but neither will I let you disobey me. Move your leg.”

Reggie did as he instructed, preparing herself to collapse in a tangled heap on top of him, but she never did. As soon as she moved her leg, simultaneously gripping his shoulders tighter for balance, he slid his arm underneath her and cupped her ass cheek in his hand, holding her safe and stable.

“Good. Now the other.”

She took a deep breath, knowing the only thing she would have to rely on to hold her up was Dmitri. Of course, the man could probably hold up the leaning Tower of Pisa, so who was she to doubt him? She obeyed, lifting her right leg and feeling his arm slide underneath her on that side, as well, to grip her other ass cheek.

“Now, put your hands on top of your head and leave them there.”

She did, giving up her last ounce of control. Tentatively, she gave him her weight, relaxing her body until she really was completely at his mercy.

With her knees draped over his arms, she had no control and no leverage. She couldn’t move unless he moved her. She couldn’t get away, couldn’t get closer. All she could do was stare at him helplessly and feel her pussy growing wetter and wetter.

Dmitri must have noticed her arousal. Even if he couldn’t feel her moisture, he could clearly see her nipples were as hard as little pebbles. She knew he could see that because he stared right at them, clearly appreciating the way the position he’d ordered her to assume had pushed her breasts out in front of her.

“Very nice,
milaya
,” he murmured, still staring at her nipples. “So you can be a good girl when you put your mind to it. How long do you suppose you can last?”

When he flicked his tongue over her nipple and sucked the tight little bud into his mouth, she figured about five minutes. When he shifted his arms to urge her hips closer to his and nudged at her cunt with the blunt head of his cock, she revised the estimate down to about five seconds. The man was trying to kill her.

“Please, Misha,” she begged, her fingers clenching in her own hair. “I need you to fuck me.”

She was not going to waste time making him persuade her to say it. She wanted it
now
.

He released her nipple and nuzzled his way to her other breast. “You say that so prettily,
milka
. How could I deny you?”

Reggie had no idea and no desire to find out. Thankfully, he didn’t make her. His fingers tightened on her ass, and she felt the muscles in his arms bunch and shift while he lowered her slowly onto his erection, so slowly she counted each separate inch when he fed it to her. She gasped out a tortured moan. In this position, he felt enormous, as shockingly huge as the first time. Again pleasure warred with pain while her cunt attempted to stretch to accommodate his length and thickness.

“Oh, God,” she moaned. “Wait, Misha! Wait, wait, wait.”

“No,” he growled. “You will take me,
milaya
. I need you to take me. Relax for me.”

She shuddered, wishing it were that easy, but there was nothing easy about this. Biting down hard on her lower lip, she forced her muscles to make room for him, all the while wishing she could force herself down on him. If she could get it over with quickly, like ripping off a band-aid, she knew her body would adjust, but he held all the leverage. As he lowered her onto his cock, she became more and more powerless. While he lowered her hips, he simultaneously shifted his arms, forcing her thighs to lift and bend further toward her body. When he finally hilted in her, she was bent almost in two. If she moved her legs another couple of inches, she could rest her ankles on his shoulders. She didn’t move, though. She simply sat there, impaled on his cock, still and tense and obedient.

Misha arched his hips beneath her, ensuring not a centimeter of his flesh remained outside of her body. With a loud groan, he clenched his hands on her ass, his fingers digging deeply into the tender cleft while he buried his face in the curve of her neck. “God, you feel so good around me,
dushka
. Your cunt is so sweet and tight, and so wet for me.”

His words seemed almost as erotic as his possession of her, and her pussy contracted in response. She moaned.

“What do you feel,
milaya
?” he demanded, lifting her a few inches so he could feel the pleasure of thrusting into her again. “What do you feel when I am inside you?”

“You, Misha,” she panted, helplessly taking him while he established a slow, heavy thrusting rhythm, lifting her off his cock and slamming her hips back down. “You’re all I feel. All I think of. God, you’re all I know.”

Misha groaned his reaction and increased the speed of his thrusts until Reggie’s breasts bounced up and down with every impact. She saw his eyes fix on them before he leaned forward and took one nipple, still red from his attention earlier, and sucked hard.

Reggie cried out, and her body arched helplessly closer, demanding more. The pressure of his mouth increased, became almost painful, and Reggie gloried in it. She gloried in everything he did to her, every touch, every kiss, every thrust of his cock. She loved the way his teeth tugged at her nipple and his fingers bit into her ass. She’d even loved his hard slaps when he’d spanked her. She wanted everything he had to give her. She wanted him.

“Misha!” she shouted when her control snapped, and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, as if she could crawl inside his skin. “Misha, I love you so much.” She shouted it, whimpered it, moaned it, while she came, the pleasure making her mindless and desperate.

That was the end of it. The words, ones that overwhelmed him with joy, snapped his tattered control, and he spun her around until she lay beneath him. Hooking his arms under her knees, he pressed her legs back against her body and thrust into her like an animal. He fucked her as if it were the end of the world, and she lay beneath him, fists clenching in the sheets until they tore, helpless to do anything but take him and revel in his savagery.

He pumped into her, filling her with his come, and while he drained himself into her tight pussy, he sank his fangs into the blue vein that ran through her breast to her areole and he drank her blood from her nipple.

Chapter Seventeen

I think I passed out. I think he fucked me until I passed out.

I fucked you until we both passed out.

He nuzzled her breast and planted a soft kiss on her tender nipple, the one he’d fed from. He laid sprawled half on top of her, his weight pinning her in place. He seemed absolutely disinclined to move. Frankly, Reggie couldn’t blame him. Staying right where they were sounded pretty damned good to her, too.

A smug, and probably goofy, grin curved her mouth. “Yeah. And it was fantastic.”

Dmitri chuckled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,
dushka
, because I don’t think I will be capable again for at least half a century.”

Reggie tickled his ear with her finger and hooked one leg over his hip. Her grin turned wicked. “Wanna try for half an hour?”

This time, he laughed straight out, and the rumbling noise shook the bed. “You are an optimist. It is impossible.”

Her hand slid down his back and between his thighs to tickle his scrotum.

He amended his opinion. “Highly unlikely.”

She squeezed gently.

“Almost inevitable.”

Reggie laughed.

“Enough, wench,” Misha growled, levering off of her and sitting up to once again lean against the headboard. When he pulled her into his lap, Reggie winced.

“Not, this way again,” she protested. “My hips are still too sore from last time.”

“As flattering as your confidence in me is,” he laughed, “your reprieve will last a while longer. We have other matters to tend to than our bodies’ cravings for each other.”

Reggie blinked. “We do?”

“We do. You have agreed to marry me, Regina. Do not tell me you’ve forgotten already.”

She grinned at his expression of mock disapproval. “Well, I admit I was distracted, but no, I remember.” She kissed his firm lips. “I may even be looking forward to it.”