Page 73 of King of Malice
“Tell me you’ll be my wife. That you’ll marry me.” He pushes back inside me, the thrust so good, I’m arching off the bed.
“Yes,” I gasp, hanging onto his neck, my chin pushing up to leave my neck exposed to him.
He kisses along the column, picking up the pace, his thrusts pushing me closer and closer to orgasm.
The feel of his skin above me, his strength, only makes me hotter, and I dig my fingers into the thick muscles of his back, holding him tightly.
He starts to roll over again, to pull me back on top, but I tighten my thighs on his hips. “Are you sure?” he asks me, holding my face in his hands.
“I’m sure,” I answer, kissing him again, twining my tongue with his.
If I could think, I’d marvel at the way masculinity has been rewritten for me. It’s the strength that he uses for me, for my benefit, rather than against, that has changed.
Dimitri’s body brings me protection, pleasure, love. I arch deeper, my back bowing as I take more of him, the hum of the impending orgasm making me taut as a bow string.
“Dimitri,” I gasp out, digging my nails into his skin.
“That’s it, my love, let me fill you.”
“Yes,” I moan back, meeting each of his thrusts as I tilt my hips to take more of him. “You feel so good like this.” To be fair, he feels good in every position, and I can’t wait to try lots more.
“So do you,” he rumbles into my neck. “I’ll never get enough of you, Ava. You were made for me.”
I can’t answer, I’m too far gone, my entire body focused on the pleasure that’s building inside. But if I could, I’d tell him that he was made for me too. Since the first moment I met him, I sensed what I refused to acknowledge, this man was my home.
“Cum for me. Cum all over me,” he growls into my ear. “Let me fill you.”
I cry out, my legs locked around him as I seek more friction, more pleasure and then I break, a scream pulling from my lips.
My orgasm triggers his and he starts to cum, his body shaking and twitching as his muscles push his seed deep inside me.
I hold him close, my arms and legs holding him tight as he collapses on top of me so that I’m completely tucked underneath him.
There isn’t a bit of fear with his body on mine, only contentment, as I drift off to sleep.
EPILOGUE
Dimitri
Two weeks later…
Today is my wedding day.
It’s odd. I’ve been here before. Well not here, exactly.
But I’ve been married. My first wedding was a lavish affair, a fabricated romance, meant to fool the world. But this wedding is simple. Small.
And filled with so much love, I think I might burst from it.
We’re in our borrowed apartment. We could go back to my home—my father hasn’t been seen anywhere in Las Vegas since that night in the woods.
But I like the security of being here, my family is safer surrounded by security and in a building meant to survive the war of the worlds.
Ava has been able to work remotely, though she’ll have to go back into the office soon. I’ve already discussed transportation for her, andit includes a driver, and a specialty car designed to be bulletproof. The Kincaids have one already and are having another fabricated for our use.
I’d ask her not to go to work, but I know the woman I’m marrying. Quitting her profession isn’t an option.
A small crowd stands in the kitchen. Several Kincaids, Smiths, and my sisters, of course, along with a few of the men in my operation I consider friends.
