Chapter 13: Chapter Twelve
After dinner--where Dmitrei showed a willingness to help and a complete lack of kitchen experience--both of them returned to the living room to watch a movie as promised. For the movie, Elena chose something on the tame side. A romantic comedy with a little action sprinkled throughout. But as the movie began, Dmitrei sat upright beside her on the couch, his gaze darting from her to the movie, as if he were unsure how to proceed.
Has he never done this before? She wondered.
First, she nestled into him, leaning back on his muscular frame, testing his reaction and seeing what he would do next. He maintained his upright position, but looked down at her with a curious glance.
"You can relax, you know," she teased, poking his side trying to get him to loosen up.
"I want to make sure I'm doing it right," he said cautiously. It was kind of cure thinking of such a huge, overprotective guy taking cuddling too seriously.
"The key is to just find the right position for you and your partner so you can experience the maximum comfort and enjoy the experience," she explained.
Dmitrei made a hm sound, as if thinking, then shifted his position, leaning into the back corner of the couch. He helped her move closer to him so she could rest back into his chest, with the popcorn bowl in his lap before her.
Heaven.
"Ah, so this is cuddling," he said discerningly as he wrapped an arm around her side.
"Yes, and now we watch," she said, turning his attention back to the TV, more for her own sake than his. Every second those deep, multifaceted blue eyes watched her, every second his hands touched her anywhere, she could feel her skin warming, her body reacting to him.
As they watched, Elena's mind wandered between paying attention to the TV, trying to ignore the rising sensations in her, and thinking about how radically different things were with Dmitrei in her life. How even with the ups and downs, she didn't think there was anything she would change about it.
"What are you thinking about?" Dmitrei asked as he ran his fingers through her hair, his light touch surprising her since she knew how strong he was.
"Just about how different things have been since I met you. Now that things are so changed, I'm not sure I could go back to my life the way it was before."
"So, you can see a future with me in it?" he asked thoughtfully.
"I mean, it hasn't been long, but if the present is any indicator of the future, then yes, I can only hope so," she said, turning back to see him looking down at her, his gaze tender and attentive.
"Me, too," he replied as she nestled back, moving the popcorn bowl to the floor so she could rest on his big, surprisingly comfortable lap.
"You're pretty good at this cuddling thing, by the way," she told him, relishing the feeling of his thighs beneath her and his arm resting on her side.
"Perhaps this should become a regular thing for us, then?"
"Most definitely," she agreed.
The movie finally wrapped up, the credits rolled and Elena sat back up to stretch and yawn. Between their fight in the morning, the scene he made at work, and the rescue right in front of her house, it had been a pretty long day.
"Here, let me get you upstairs," Dmitrei said, sweeping Elena off her feet and holding her in his arms as he walked up the stairs toward her bedroom. "We can do some more cuddling in bed before we go to sleep," he said with a smile.
As he took each step, there was more than cuddling on Elena's mind. It didn't hurt that Dmitrei had been the perfect gentleman the entire evening, helping with dinner and holding her sweetly as if she meant the world to him. Maybe she was just being stupid, lining herself up for more hurt, but she had learned the hard way that no matter how careful you were in life, you could still get hurt. It was best to live in the present nd hope things turn out okay in the end.
"Um, Dmitrei?" she said tentatively as he reached the top step and opened the door to her room.
"Yes?"
"If you're staying tonight, don't you think we could do more than just cuddling?" she asked, feeling embarrassed by her delivery, but not sure how to bridge the subject smoothly.
"You mean go all the way this time?" he said bluntly, a smile quirking the corner of his lips.
She didn't reply, only nodded, her mind wild with thoughts of what that would entail.
Dmitrei didn't reply immediately, but laid her on the bed coming over her and straddling her with his powerful legs. He leaned down, cupping the back of her neck with one hand and her cheek with the other as his lips touched hers and melted together for a powerful, soul-rocking kiss.
"How is that for my answer?" he asked, sitting up and looking down at her, his gaze now heated making the blue of his eyes swirl like fathomless whirlpools. She could lose herself in those eyes, and she wouldn't even mind.
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Dmitrei thrummed with desire by that point. With both the desire to be with her and the powerful need to pleasure her, own her and make her his. Everything had gone perfectly. He hoped this was what their future would be like. Easy evenings full of fun conversations and new experiences, and nights bursting with hot passion. The kind of life Dmitrei never dreamed of being able to have, if not for Elena.
He didn't waste time going slow. He knew what Elena wanted, and he wanted to give it to her. Wanted to give her everything, every part of himself he could offer. Everything they had denied themselves the night before. He pulled off Elena's T-shirt and bra, followed by her soft sweatpants and underwear, leaving her bare to him. No clothes stood between him and her pleasure. The sight of her naked still astounded him and took his breath away.
This time, though, Elena tugged relentlessly at Dmitrei's shirt and he obliged by taking off his own clothes, satisfied with the way her eyes widened more with each article he removed, until there was nothing left to take off. Immediately, he returned to the bed, his hands finding her soft breasts, his mouth covering hers in a ravenous, claiming kiss. She moaned beneath him, her hands holding on to his thighs as he continued to kiss, touch, whatever he could do to fill her with as much pleasure as she could handle.
Already, he felt as though he had known Elena his whole life. Yet he could spend every night, every day, every second with her and still not have enough time. They were so perfect together.
He came lower and kissed her nipple, laving each of them with his tongue and then letting the cool air cause a firm tip to form before he kissed and sucked them again. Maybe it had been all the physical contact between them during the movie. Maybe it was that they knew each other's bodies better now--knew each other better. Whatever it was, he could feel Elena's first release quickly building. He could tell she was already teetering near the edge.
He reached a finger between her legs and started to stroke slowly over her clit, continuing to use his mouth to full effect on her delicious breasts as she writhed beneath him, her long moans punctuating the air as she got closer. Then, with one last stroke, she came beneath him. Her fingers dug into his legs as she called his name and tried her best to ride out the incredible experience of her orgasm.
Mate.
There was that voice again. His beast saying plainly what he clearly wanted.
Mate, mate, mate.
He tried to ignore the sound, but the sight of Elena, the woman he was clearly meant to be with, stretching out on the sheets, her dark hair splayed all around her, beautiful and naked and always ready to receive more pleasure from him, was too strong to ignore. For a moment, he twisted the sapphire ring on his finger, his heirloom, his gift for his one and only mate.
"I don't think I can handle all the lead up," Elena said with a happy sigh. "How about we skip to the main event?" she asked, her hands gliding over his chest and abs.
"Whatever you want," he said, painfully aware of how hard he was for her, the reaction of his own body just as strong as hers was to his.
First, he slipped a finger inside her, then two, testing to make sure she could accommodate his sheer size. She moaned a little, but it was clear only one thing would fully satisfy her. Once Dmitrei was content she was ready, her slick warmth erotic and inviting, he came close, ready to enter her. The air crackled with excitement as she watched him. In one slow, long motion, he thrust into her. The sensation was magical. Tight and hot and everything he could have imagined. She gripped him from all angles making the delineation between them seem nonexistent, making him feel he was wholly part of her soul. He slowly withdrew, then joined them again. Enjoying the friction, and her gasp of pleasure at the sensation. Somehow, it was perfect. Her soft, inviting warmth and unflawed contrast to the hard, unyielding side of him. Every time they moved together, it sent shocks of ecstasy through him, all the way to the tips of his tows and fingers. It was so intimate. So wonderful.
There was no going back from this. He could never give her up.
As he continued to thrust, Elena wrapped her legs around him desperate to keep him as he was to keep her. Over and over, he came into her, holding it for a second before moving out and then back in. The more he did, the stronger and more vocal Elena's responses became. Her hands wrapped into the sheets, pulled on her hair, looking for something to hold on to. Dmitrei held them for her, gripping her tightly as he continued to move, carrying them both toward the release their bodies begged for yet resisted.
Elena began to move faster, thrusting her hips into his and Dmitrei found it very hard to maintain control. He started going faster, increasing his momentum as they came together over and over. Dmitrei could feel her getting closer. He could feel the twitch of her muscles as she came so close he could almost taste it. With one final push, he went all the way into her, their bodies closer than ever before, as if they were one being. Then she came. Her hands gripped his as she arched her back in ecstasy. A split second later, he was pulled into his own release, feeling his entire body awash in a pleasure so powerful it coursed through him in seemingly endless amounts.
As their pleasure was replaced by sensual satisfaction, Dmitrei didn't want to come out of her, didn't want the experience to end. If he could bottle it up and save it for eternity, he would. But that was what life was about, he supposed. Treasuring the good experiences and trying to make new memories, even better ones, with each new day.
Elena relaxed back onto the bed and let out a long, contented sigh. The sight of her bare breasts and the glow of her pale skin and her happy, exhausted smile would be etched into his memory forever. He leaned down to kiss her once more, then got up and cleaned off quickly in the bathroom, returning to the bed and covering them both with her sheets before curling around her.
"So now will you tell me what you really are?" she asked on a yawn. It had been a long day. She had a lot to deal with.
"Not tonight, I just want to hold you," he said softly.
"Okay. But soon?" she asked hopefully.
"Soon," he replied. "Maybe tomorrow."
She murmured something and snuggled into him, muttering something about how he knew how it exhaust a woman. He curled around her tighter, as if with his body he could protect her from the whole world. Maybe he could.
"Elena?" he asked quietly.
"Yes?"
"I love you," he said, surprised the words came so easily to him, but he knew what he felt. He knew what this was between them with certainty.
She turned toward him, more awake now, smiling sleepily at him, "I love you, too."
He brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead. He pulled off his ring, lifting her left hand. "Will you be with me?" he asked.
"Like, officially?"
He nodded, "Yes, that's what I want. Wear my ring. Be mine." He knew he should be telling her more, but he could do that later. Right now, he knew this was right.
Her eyes sparkled as she looked at the ring, then she put her hand out for him to slide it on. Everything in his heart was content as he watched it find a home at the base of her ring finger. Somehow, maybe through magic, it was a perfect fit. She looked at it, turning her hand so it twinkled in the light. A shock went through him. She was his mate.
She lay back down, then reached up and pulled him over her, planting a kiss on his cheek, "And now I have to go to bed. It's been a long day. So, snuggle me to sleep."
He laughed and lay down with her again, making sure the covers were perfect. She clapped and the lights turned off. Very handy. She fell asleep before he did, snoring lightly and muttering in her sleep.
"Sleep well, sweetheart. I'll make everything right in the morning," he said. But a shiver of nervousness moved through him and he wondered… Could he?
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