Her thumb circled the tip, spreading the moisture already there, and my hips jerked into her touch. “Scarlett,” I warned again, my voice barely human.
She smirked, dragging her nails lightly down my shaft, watching the way I tensed, the way I fought to keep control. “What’s the matter? You’re not in control now?”
I lunged forward and pinned her back to the couch. She let out a screech as I pinned her hands above her head. She writhed and wiggled beneath my body, but a thought about bottomed my stomach out. I released her hands and ran them down either side of her neck to her glorious breasts. I palmed them before I kissed her gently.
I had never asked her if she’d ever had consensual sex before. I’d never asked her if she was ever in control when it came to her body now. That was the absolute last thing I was going to ask at the moment, but it made me pause and consider my next moves.
I kissed the side of her neck before I sat up and pulled the rest of my clothes off. I sat back on the couch and patted my lap gently.
Her lips parted slightly, something unreadable flickering in her gaze before she pushed up onto her elbows. Slowly, she crawled toward me, her hands trailing over my thighs before she straddled me.
“You’re letting me take the lead?” she murmured, her voice a mix of curiosity and something softer. Something vulnerable.
I ran my hands up her sides, my thumbs grazing the curve of her ribs. “You always have the lead, Little Fox.”
Her breath caught, her fingers tightening against my shoulders. “I don’t think anyone’s ever told me that before.”
I swallowed, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. “Then they were all fucking idiots.”
A slow smile curled at her lips, but there was something else in her eyes now—something that made my chest ache. She didn’t say anything, just lifted herself onto her knees, positioning herself above me. I gritted my teeth, every muscle in my body tense as she sank down, inch by inch, taking me inside her at her own pace.
My hands clenched against her thighs, my restraint pushed to its breaking point.
She let out a shaky breath, her head tipping back as she took me to the hilt.
“Fuck, Scarlett,” I groaned, my forehead pressing against her shoulder. I wrapped my hands around her waist as she picked up the tempo. She held onto my shoulders as she took all of me over and over again.
Her nails dug into my skin, a sharp contrast to the slow, rolling movements of her hips. I could feel every squeeze, every pulse of her body around me, and it took everything in me not to lose myself right then and there.
Scarlett was taking her time, savoring it, controlling every second. And fuck, if it wasn’t the most intoxicating thing I’d ever felt.
She lifted her head, her forehead brushing against mine as she whispered, “Do you like this?”
I let out a rough breath, my grip tightening on her waist. “Yes.”
She rocked against me again, this time slower, dragging every movement out, and I was almost a goner.
She hummed in response, her fingers tracing up the back of my neck before tangling in my hair. “What’s the matter, Dimitri?” she murmured. “You don’t like being at my mercy?”
My control snapped.
I surged forward, claiming her mouth in a kiss so deep— so desperate—she moaned into it. My hands slid up her spine, splaying across her back as I lifted my hips to meet hers, driving into her with a force that made her cry out.
She held onto me tighter, her movements no longer controlled and teasing. She let go, fully, completely, her breath coming in short, gasping moans as I took over, guiding her hips, making her feel every inch of me.
“Fuck, Dimitri,” she gasped, her nails scoring down my chest.
I groaned, pressing my forehead against hers. “Say it again.”
“Dimitri,” she sighed, and I was truly and completely gone. Everything about her had me over the edge. “I have an IUD.”
Her words unraveled the last thread of restraint I had left. I gripped her hips, lifting her slightly before driving back into her with deep, punishing thrusts. Scarlett’s head tipped back, her moan echoing through the penthouse, and I swore I’d never heard anything more addictive.
I dragged my lips down the curve of her throat, savoring the way her pulse pounded beneath my tongue. “You feel so good,” I growled, my voice strained.
I flipped her onto her back, pressing her into the cushions, and hooked her legs around my waist. My hands gripped the sides of her face as I kissed her—deep, consuming, claiming every part of her just like I had her body.
Her moans turned into desperate whimpers, her body tightening around me, drawing me deeper. “Dimitri,” she gasped, her hands clawing at my back. “Please?—”