Page 43 of With a Broken Wing
My mouth fell open as I watched him until he closed his bedroom door. I followed up the stairs and listened for movement in his room, remembering the night before when I had woken up to him next to my bed. The way he claimed me as his made my nerves flutter.
My shoes made a small thump against the floor as I dropped them, quietly padding to the balcony door. I slid the glass to the side, stepping onto the balcony. A heat filled me when I saw the chair he had cradled me in during the sunrise.
Everything was lit up by the moon, and the water shimmered, giving it a glittering effect. It felt magical. Almost like unreal things could happen here.Or like they already have.
I closed my hand around the handle on the door to Demetri’s room, tugging it open like I assumed he’d done with mine the night before. When I stepped in, he was standing in front of the closet in just his pants. The sight of his toned chest and shoulders made my mouth water, and I wanted to follow the small trail of hair from his belly button to the place hidden behind his zipper.
“Did you miss me already?” He crossed his arms over his chest with a cheeky flex of his biceps.
I licked my lips and rolled them together before responding. “Maybe…”
“Why don’t you tell me how much you missed me, hmm?”
“Do I always have to beg?” I asked him. It surprised me that I didn’t mind begging him, but I didn’t want to tonight. I crossed my arms, mirroring his and smirking when his eyes were drawn to my raised cleavage.
His face softened, and he lowered his arms to his side with a single raised eyebrow. “You want me to begyou, sunshine?” Then he dropped to his knees on the wood floor, and my breathing hitched. He placed his hands on the ground, looking up at me from all fours.
“Do you want me to crawl to you like this? Tell you how badly I want to bury my face in your sweet cunt?” His legs slid across the ground as he started to crawl. The muscles in his back flexed with every movement, and my mouth watered. “How I can’t wait to devour every last sweet drop of you?”
My feet were glued to their spot by the balcony door, which was still open. A salty breeze floated in from the bay. I swallowed as he continued to move towards me on his hands and knees.
“Please, sweetheart. Let me take care of you. I promise I’ll make you come so hard you won’t know your own name, but you’ll never forget mine.Please?”
He didn’t wait for an answer before jumping to his feet and lifting me into his arms. I wasn’t able to catch my breath before my back was hitting the bed and Demetri was reaching for the zipper on my side. He pulled it down, tugging the dress from me and throwing it to the floor.
“Hey, that was expensive,” I chastised him, realizing after I’d said it that any item of clothing he’d had on tonight probably cost as much, if not more, than that dress did.
“It was,” he said. “And you looked absolutely breathtaking. But let me be clear, you look even more breathtaking likethis.”
I hadn’t worn a bra with the dress, and my nipples were hardened with my arousal. Watching a powerful man crawl to me before kneeling in front of me gave me a sense of power I’d never felt before, but when he hooked his fingers around the lace thong I wore and tugged, I would have done anything he demanded.
He pressed his face between my legs and inhaled, and I squirmed. The warm sensation of his mouth closing over my clit and sucking made me levitate off the bed with a cry, unable to care that my best friend and her husband were directly below us. He held the bud between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue, sliding his curled finger into me and pressing against the sensitive spot that made my eyes roll up.
“Demetri, shit, Demetri,” I panted, alternating between the only two words I could form. I ground my hips against his face, chasing more friction. When he added a second finger and curled them together, I was on the edge of my orgasm.
“Come for me, sweetheart.” He ran his teeth along my swollen clit, and a shock wave of pleasure traveled through my body. When I crashed over the edge, a wet rush soaked the bed beneath me, and I threw my head back.
When I came down, I was dizzy, like my breath had been held hostage for too long. “Oh my god, I’ve never come likethatbefore.” My thighs and his face were wet with my release.
His growl was low and feral when he hooked his arm around me and tugged me to him, laying us both in the puddle left behind on the bed. “It was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.” He ran the stubble of his five o’clock shadow against my neck.
I stretched, moving to slide to a dry spot on the bed, but he only tightened his hold on me, keeping me against him. “What about you?” I whispered.
“What aboutme?”
“Yes, don’t you want to… um…”
“Sweetheart, two minutes ago you came on my face and soaked me and my bed. Now you’re being shy?”
I turned, rolling in his arms until I could bury my face in his chest, and I ran my hand down his chest, stopping where his pants sat. “Can I make you come now?”
He chuckled. “No, sunshine. Tonight was about you.” His lips were soft pressed against my forehead.
It was a feeling I hadn’t really ever felt before. There were rarely any moments that were about me, but with Demetri, it seemed like the opposite. He made me feel unfamiliar things—he made me feel safe and important. I settled against his chest as exhaustion took over my body.
“Good night, Demetri.” I hummed against his skin, my eyes flickering shut.
“Good night, sunshine.”
