Rose
“Well, ehm, h- hi Mrs Belikov”, I stuttered.
“Oh no, please call me Olena. Otherwise I feel so old”, she answered.
Olena sounded a lot younger than she probably was and she giggled like a little school girl. It was actually funny and I had to smile.
“Thanks Olena”, I smiled.
“No need to thank me. My, you're so polite”, she gushed. “I know this seems weird, but let's face it, this whole situation is weird. I mean my son married a girl he barely knows and doesn't even tell it his mother. I'm pretty pissed at him that I couldn't be there, but if it's true love, I guess I can understand the rush. Especially because of the press and all. But I thought I would throw a little party so the family can meet you and your family can meet Dimitri's. How does that sound?”
Shocked I stared at Dimitri. What the hell?! His mother didn't knew that this marriage was fake? Seriously? He was his mother! She needed to know this, hell she deserved to know this, so why didn't she?! Why the hell did she think Dimitri married me out of love?!
“W- Wait a minute, Olena, I'll ask Dimitri if that's okay with him, alright?”
I tried to sound normal, but even I heard my voice trembling, I just hoped Olena thought it was out of nervousness to meet her and the family. Dimitri frowned at me looked curiously into my eyes. God his eyes were so – Stop it, Rose!
“Of course dear”, Olena chirped.
Dimitri looked still confused at me, when I placed a hand over the speaker and glared at Dimitri.
“Why the hell does your mum think this marriage is real?”, I whisper shouted.
Dimitri's eyes went huge and his mouth even dropped open.
“WHAT?!”, he shouted.
“Shhh!”
“What the hell do you mean?”, Dimitri whisper shouted right back.
“Well she think you married me because you love me!”
His eyes – if possible – went even wider. Without saying another word he grabbed the phone out of my hand. He had this haunted look in his eyes that told me he was up to no good.
“Mum?”, he asked. “No, no everything's good, I'm sorry I yelled.”
Silence.
“I know”, he sighed. “Yeah, sounds good. I'll see you all then and I will talk to Rose parents. Yes, love you too. Bye.”
Dimitri ended the call and frowned at his cellphone. He seemed exhausted and tired.
“What the hell?”, I started. “Why didn't you tell her?”
“What do you want me to do?”, he asked outraged. “Tell my mother that her only son is in a fake marriage. Ruin her dream that I've finally found someone who makes me happy? Make her sad, because it has all been a lie? Ruin the trust she has in me?”
With every new point he had he came a step nearer, until I again hit the wall and he pressed up against me. His voice grew louder and louder. After his rent he just breathed harder then before and added in a more gentle voice.
“She is my mother. I can't do that.”
“She has a right to know.”
“She does”, he gave in. “But think about it. You know what stands in all the papers about me and girls. My mum always wished for me to settle down, find a girl I love and marry. Now it's not her actual dream come true, because it's the wrong order, but still. How can I ruin that for her?”
He had a point there, I had to admit that. And when I looked into his eyes, I could see all his love for his mother and the pleading edge to help him out.
“Fine”, I sighed.
A smile broke out on his face. He leaned in and kissed my cheek.
“Thank you”, he said sincere.
“Stupid puppy dig eyes”, I grumbled and pouted at him.
Dimitri laughed and shook his head at me.
“You really are one of a kind. Come on, we have to go the gym.”
He took my hand and leaded me somewhere else. The gym I presumed (clever, huh?). The feeling of Dimitri's much bigger hand around my much smaller hand felt … right. It felt comforting, protecting and I don't know, just right. I liked the feeling of his rough hand, because I knew it could be gentle.
When we arrived in front of the gym something seriously important dawned on me.
“Dimitri, I have no clothes”, I told him, tugging on his hand.
Dimitri smirked at me. Oh, so this was funny for him? Of course it was!, I thought rolling my eyes. But I seriously needed clothes when I had PE right now!
“Come on, I need some spare clothes, I can't exactly run in a mini skirt and heels”, I complained. “By the way, these shoes hurt!”
Dimitri chuckled and lead me to the girls locker room. I told him he couldn't go in there, but he didn't care, just laughed again and pulled me with him. I hated this 'no talking, just laughing at Rose' thing that seemed to amuse him to no end. He went to locker “526”, unlocked the lock and nodded for me to open the locker. I frowned at him, but he just kept grinning like crazy.
I opened the locker and peaked inside, preparing myself to be splattered with paint or water or something equally wet. But what I found inside was not something wet or gross, it was a sports gear in my size. A white top with the school's logo over the heart and really short black shorts. Of course they would barely cover my ass!
Suddenly Dimitri's arms were around me, wrapping around my waist and pressing my back against his chest.
“Does this please you, my milaya?”, he whispered in my ear.
I involuntarily shivered. The way the word 'milaya' rolled off of his tongue made me giddy all over, even if I didn't know what it meant. And I smelt it again, his cologne that seemed to wrap around me like a blanket. I pushed lightly against his chest, blushing furiously.
“Get off, you idiot”, I mumbled.
“Relax”, he laughed and nuzzled his nose in my neck. “I'm just messing with you, we have to practice, remember?”
Practice? Yeah, right … Note the dripping (!) sarcasm here, please. I tried to hide my flaming cheeks, but I bet either way Dimitri felt my wild going heart beat and knew that I was blushing.
“I bet that's what you call all the girls”, I mumbled.
I blurted it out, not really wanting or expecting an answer. But he surprisingly gave me one. His hands gripped my hips and he turned me around so I faced him again.
“Only to you, Roza”, he whispered.
His brown eyes were from one moment to the other completely serious. They shined with an intensity I could barely handle. Dimitri's mouth had turned up in a sincere smile and I felt my knees weaken.
I held my breath for a second, my heart stopped beating for a moment, skipped two or three beats, just to start beating with maximal power. Dimitri face lighted up into a smirk and he started laughing.
“God, you should see your face!”, he laughed. “I'm kidding!”
I wished for the ground to open up and swallow me right this instant! But it didn't, so I just glared at Dimitri. He laughed and I let him, then I pulled my fist back and punched his chest, hard. It didn't seem to make a difference for him, because he just laughed harder.
“You're cute, Roza”, he chuckled. “Was that really meant to be punch?”
“Shut up”, I mumbled and turned around to the locker.
I grabbed the clothes and glared at Dimitri again, telling him to get the hell out, because I needed to change.
“We're married”, he reminded me.
“Fake married”, I replied and smirked. “So get moving.”
“Nah, I don't think I will”, he chuckled and sat down, looking me up and down.
And just his gaze gave me a warm feeling in my stomach and let goose bumps break my out all over my skin. Damn him!
“You know, I think you should learn how to punch, to really punch”, Dimitri said suddenly.
He looked serious and looked at me, waiting for a reaction. I frowned. Why should I learn how to punch? Someone was always at my side, so I didn't need to be afraid of any paparazzi touching me again. No big deal.
“I don't think that's necessary”, I told him shrugging.
“You would be safer”, he tried to reason.
“Sure”, I agreed. “But when am I alone, huh? The press is always at my back so I don't think someone would be stupid enough to hurt me.”
“They won't always be there. You should learn it.”
Frowning I searched his eyes for the real reason. Why did he want me to learn how to punch someone? Why would I ever need to punch someone? And what could I really do with one punch? I mean if someone like Dimitri would try to punch me I wouldn't even stand a chance, I would probably faint on the spot without even getting the chance to try to attempt a punch!
“I have barely time as it is, I need to catch up on a lot of things”, I denied again.
“How about a deal?”, Dimitri suggested.
“Deal?”
“Yeah, you know what that is, right?”, Dimitri chuckled.
“Of course I know!”, I snapped.
Dimitri hold his hands up defensively.
“No need to get your panties in a twist”, Dimitri replied raising an eyebrow.
“What's this deal about?”, I asked.
“I don't care”, Dimitri shrugged. “I just want to teach you how to fight, what you want in return: I don't care, think of something and let me know whenever you decide on something.”
Seriously? He would give me anything in return, just to teach me how to throw a punch? Why? What the hell was going on with Dimitri?
“Why is this so important to you?”, I asked suspicious.
“In or our?”, he asked.
“Answer me first”, I demanded.
“Not now, so you're in or out?”
I tried to think of any reason why he wanted this so badly, but every time I came up empty. It was hard to deny him anything, but I still wanted to know so badly what was going on!
“I'm in, but promise me to tell me what this is about.”
“I'll think about it.”
“Than it's part of the deal”, I snapped and crossed my arms in front of my chest. ” You want me to learn how to fight, I want you to tell me why. Take it or leave it.”
Dimitri's eyes darkened and he glared at the floor for a while. But then I saw him heave a sigh and I knew he gave in. Hell yes, I felt superior right now!
“Fine”, he pressed. “Get dressed, the others will come in about five minutes.”
Dimitri grumbled something I couldn't understand, while he made his way out of the changing room. I watched his retreating form and I must admit that my eyes went dangerously low, while doing so. But to my defense, he looked like some kind of God and it was incredibly hard to resist looking!
Like Dimitri had said a few minutes later came some girls into the room. The majority of them ignored me or glared at me. I didn't know any of them and I wasn't sure if I wanted to change that fact, so I just led the sneers slide and began changing myself. The Top fit perfectly, hugs my curves in all the right places, but wasn't too tight. The shorts were really, really short, too short for me. I would have never bought me these, but when I looked around I saw most of the girls wearing shorts like mine, so I brushed it off.
I followed the girl out to the fields. Our teacher – Mr. Becks – told us that the teacher of the senior class – Dimitri's class – was sick, so he needed to out the two classes together. My eyes immediately went to Dimitri. He wore a tight fitting white shirt, that hugged his muscles, black shorts and shoes. I could see the six – or eight! - pack under the thin material of his shirt and had to stop myself from drooling. That would have been embarrassing!
The thing was, while I was staring at him, I caught him staring at me and I felt suddenly self-conscious under his gaze. I dropped my eyes to the track under my feet and blushed again.
Mr. Becks told us he didn't really know what to do with so many kids, so he wanted us to run. Not really creative, but easy for him, I guess. Also, running was something I could handle. The only sport that didn't cost anything was running and whenever I needed to get my frustration out, I run. So it was like a second nature for me.
Most of the students – all the girls – started jogging and stopped after two hundred meters. Then they just walked and gossiped about everything and nothing. In Dimitri's class were most of the football, soccer and baseball players – Lissa told me so, at least – so they all ran properly around the track. I was the only girl who kept jogging. From time to time when a guy would pass me, they swatted my butt. I kept rolling my eyes, I mean what should I do, yell at them to stop touching me? Like they would listen to me! It's like telling them to stop eye-fucking me from behind. Something that would never happen. Only god knows why, because I wasn't someone to drool over, but I wasn't a guy, so what did I know?
“Stop letting this douche-bags touch you”, Dimitri growled and slowed down beside me to jog alongside me.
“What do you want me to do?”, I asked. “Tell them to stop?”
“Yes!”
“And that would achieve what?”, I asked and looked at him with raised eyebrows.
Dimitri frowned. He knew I was right. These guys were pigs, they would never learn it. I would be wasting my energy and time, so I didn't bother at all.
“You know maybe you – as my husband – should say something to your so called friends”, I told him. “I mean seriously, everybody knows we are married for God's sake. They know we're not just boy- and girlfriend and everything, shouldn't they loose interest in a married woman?”
Dimitri seemed to think about it pretty hard. It looked actually pretty cute when he thought about something really hard. We kept jogging for a while and I kept silent, letting him think. I really didn't know what he was thinking about so hard, but okay, if he needed to think about this so hard, so be it. But suddenly I was pushed to the side and fell. Surprised I squeaked and hold my hands in front of my face. I felt the impact and it would have been a lie, if I said it didn't hurt, but I forgot the pain immediately, because Dimitri landed straight on top of me and gazed into my eyes for a short second.
“Dimitri, what are you -?”
And then Dimitri leaned down, faster than I thought possible. He grabbed my chin and forced it up. Automatically, like a reaction or an instinct I closed my eyes. His lips connected with my … neck? Confused my eyes fluttered open again, but then I felt Dimitri sucking hard on my neck. I felt my cheeks heat up, my eyes went wide and my pulse went in overdrive. When Dimitri kept sucking on my neck I had to bite down on my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud. God, that felt amazing! His lips felt like magic on my skin, I felt hot and I could hardly breath properly! If he didn't stop soon I wouldn't be able to control myself and moan out loud for everyone else to hear. But right now I used the little self control I had left and grabbed Dimitri's shoulders. I practically clawed my hands into his shoulder blades and I was sure if there wouldn't have been the shirt between his fingers and my skin, I would have drew blood. The surprising thing was, that when I scratched along his back and couldn't help myself but arche my back, Dimitri moaned and sucked harder. That was my undo and I moaned out loud.
Instantly Dimitri lips on my neck stilled. His breath fanned over my over sensitive skin. We both breathed heavily and both stayed still. Dimitri drew back and looked into my eyes, looking at the hickey he just left on me with a satisfied expression.
“Just marking my territory”, Dimitri explained smiling from ear to ear.
“Well, ehm, h- hi Mrs Belikov”, I stuttered.
“Oh no, please call me Olena. Otherwise I feel so old”, she answered.
Olena sounded a lot younger than she probably was and she giggled like a little school girl. It was actually funny and I had to smile.
“Thanks Olena”, I smiled.
“No need to thank me. My, you're so polite”, she gushed. “I know this seems weird, but let's face it, this whole situation is weird. I mean my son married a girl he barely knows and doesn't even tell it his mother. I'm pretty pissed at him that I couldn't be there, but if it's true love, I guess I can understand the rush. Especially because of the press and all. But I thought I would throw a little party so the family can meet you and your family can meet Dimitri's. How does that sound?”
Shocked I stared at Dimitri. What the hell?! His mother didn't knew that this marriage was fake? Seriously? He was his mother! She needed to know this, hell she deserved to know this, so why didn't she?! Why the hell did she think Dimitri married me out of love?!
“W- Wait a minute, Olena, I'll ask Dimitri if that's okay with him, alright?”
I tried to sound normal, but even I heard my voice trembling, I just hoped Olena thought it was out of nervousness to meet her and the family. Dimitri frowned at me looked curiously into my eyes. God his eyes were so – Stop it, Rose!
“Of course dear”, Olena chirped.
Dimitri looked still confused at me, when I placed a hand over the speaker and glared at Dimitri.
“Why the hell does your mum think this marriage is real?”, I whisper shouted.
Dimitri's eyes went huge and his mouth even dropped open.
“WHAT?!”, he shouted.
“Shhh!”
“What the hell do you mean?”, Dimitri whisper shouted right back.
“Well she think you married me because you love me!”
His eyes – if possible – went even wider. Without saying another word he grabbed the phone out of my hand. He had this haunted look in his eyes that told me he was up to no good.
“Mum?”, he asked. “No, no everything's good, I'm sorry I yelled.”
Silence.
“I know”, he sighed. “Yeah, sounds good. I'll see you all then and I will talk to Rose parents. Yes, love you too. Bye.”
Dimitri ended the call and frowned at his cellphone. He seemed exhausted and tired.
“What the hell?”, I started. “Why didn't you tell her?”
“What do you want me to do?”, he asked outraged. “Tell my mother that her only son is in a fake marriage. Ruin her dream that I've finally found someone who makes me happy? Make her sad, because it has all been a lie? Ruin the trust she has in me?”
With every new point he had he came a step nearer, until I again hit the wall and he pressed up against me. His voice grew louder and louder. After his rent he just breathed harder then before and added in a more gentle voice.
“She is my mother. I can't do that.”
“She has a right to know.”
“She does”, he gave in. “But think about it. You know what stands in all the papers about me and girls. My mum always wished for me to settle down, find a girl I love and marry. Now it's not her actual dream come true, because it's the wrong order, but still. How can I ruin that for her?”
He had a point there, I had to admit that. And when I looked into his eyes, I could see all his love for his mother and the pleading edge to help him out.
“Fine”, I sighed.
A smile broke out on his face. He leaned in and kissed my cheek.
“Thank you”, he said sincere.
“Stupid puppy dig eyes”, I grumbled and pouted at him.
Dimitri laughed and shook his head at me.
“You really are one of a kind. Come on, we have to go the gym.”
He took my hand and leaded me somewhere else. The gym I presumed (clever, huh?). The feeling of Dimitri's much bigger hand around my much smaller hand felt … right. It felt comforting, protecting and I don't know, just right. I liked the feeling of his rough hand, because I knew it could be gentle.
When we arrived in front of the gym something seriously important dawned on me.
“Dimitri, I have no clothes”, I told him, tugging on his hand.
Dimitri smirked at me. Oh, so this was funny for him? Of course it was!, I thought rolling my eyes. But I seriously needed clothes when I had PE right now!
“Come on, I need some spare clothes, I can't exactly run in a mini skirt and heels”, I complained. “By the way, these shoes hurt!”
Dimitri chuckled and lead me to the girls locker room. I told him he couldn't go in there, but he didn't care, just laughed again and pulled me with him. I hated this 'no talking, just laughing at Rose' thing that seemed to amuse him to no end. He went to locker “526”, unlocked the lock and nodded for me to open the locker. I frowned at him, but he just kept grinning like crazy.
I opened the locker and peaked inside, preparing myself to be splattered with paint or water or something equally wet. But what I found inside was not something wet or gross, it was a sports gear in my size. A white top with the school's logo over the heart and really short black shorts. Of course they would barely cover my ass!
Suddenly Dimitri's arms were around me, wrapping around my waist and pressing my back against his chest.
“Does this please you, my milaya?”, he whispered in my ear.
I involuntarily shivered. The way the word 'milaya' rolled off of his tongue made me giddy all over, even if I didn't know what it meant. And I smelt it again, his cologne that seemed to wrap around me like a blanket. I pushed lightly against his chest, blushing furiously.
“Get off, you idiot”, I mumbled.
“Relax”, he laughed and nuzzled his nose in my neck. “I'm just messing with you, we have to practice, remember?”
Practice? Yeah, right … Note the dripping (!) sarcasm here, please. I tried to hide my flaming cheeks, but I bet either way Dimitri felt my wild going heart beat and knew that I was blushing.
“I bet that's what you call all the girls”, I mumbled.
I blurted it out, not really wanting or expecting an answer. But he surprisingly gave me one. His hands gripped my hips and he turned me around so I faced him again.
“Only to you, Roza”, he whispered.
His brown eyes were from one moment to the other completely serious. They shined with an intensity I could barely handle. Dimitri's mouth had turned up in a sincere smile and I felt my knees weaken.
I held my breath for a second, my heart stopped beating for a moment, skipped two or three beats, just to start beating with maximal power. Dimitri face lighted up into a smirk and he started laughing.
“God, you should see your face!”, he laughed. “I'm kidding!”
I wished for the ground to open up and swallow me right this instant! But it didn't, so I just glared at Dimitri. He laughed and I let him, then I pulled my fist back and punched his chest, hard. It didn't seem to make a difference for him, because he just laughed harder.
“You're cute, Roza”, he chuckled. “Was that really meant to be punch?”
“Shut up”, I mumbled and turned around to the locker.
I grabbed the clothes and glared at Dimitri again, telling him to get the hell out, because I needed to change.
“We're married”, he reminded me.
“Fake married”, I replied and smirked. “So get moving.”
“Nah, I don't think I will”, he chuckled and sat down, looking me up and down.
And just his gaze gave me a warm feeling in my stomach and let goose bumps break my out all over my skin. Damn him!
“You know, I think you should learn how to punch, to really punch”, Dimitri said suddenly.
He looked serious and looked at me, waiting for a reaction. I frowned. Why should I learn how to punch? Someone was always at my side, so I didn't need to be afraid of any paparazzi touching me again. No big deal.
“I don't think that's necessary”, I told him shrugging.
“You would be safer”, he tried to reason.
“Sure”, I agreed. “But when am I alone, huh? The press is always at my back so I don't think someone would be stupid enough to hurt me.”
“They won't always be there. You should learn it.”
Frowning I searched his eyes for the real reason. Why did he want me to learn how to punch someone? Why would I ever need to punch someone? And what could I really do with one punch? I mean if someone like Dimitri would try to punch me I wouldn't even stand a chance, I would probably faint on the spot without even getting the chance to try to attempt a punch!
“I have barely time as it is, I need to catch up on a lot of things”, I denied again.
“How about a deal?”, Dimitri suggested.
“Deal?”
“Yeah, you know what that is, right?”, Dimitri chuckled.
“Of course I know!”, I snapped.
Dimitri hold his hands up defensively.
“No need to get your panties in a twist”, Dimitri replied raising an eyebrow.
“What's this deal about?”, I asked.
“I don't care”, Dimitri shrugged. “I just want to teach you how to fight, what you want in return: I don't care, think of something and let me know whenever you decide on something.”
Seriously? He would give me anything in return, just to teach me how to throw a punch? Why? What the hell was going on with Dimitri?
“Why is this so important to you?”, I asked suspicious.
“In or our?”, he asked.
“Answer me first”, I demanded.
“Not now, so you're in or out?”
I tried to think of any reason why he wanted this so badly, but every time I came up empty. It was hard to deny him anything, but I still wanted to know so badly what was going on!
“I'm in, but promise me to tell me what this is about.”
“I'll think about it.”
“Than it's part of the deal”, I snapped and crossed my arms in front of my chest. ” You want me to learn how to fight, I want you to tell me why. Take it or leave it.”
Dimitri's eyes darkened and he glared at the floor for a while. But then I saw him heave a sigh and I knew he gave in. Hell yes, I felt superior right now!
“Fine”, he pressed. “Get dressed, the others will come in about five minutes.”
Dimitri grumbled something I couldn't understand, while he made his way out of the changing room. I watched his retreating form and I must admit that my eyes went dangerously low, while doing so. But to my defense, he looked like some kind of God and it was incredibly hard to resist looking!
Like Dimitri had said a few minutes later came some girls into the room. The majority of them ignored me or glared at me. I didn't know any of them and I wasn't sure if I wanted to change that fact, so I just led the sneers slide and began changing myself. The Top fit perfectly, hugs my curves in all the right places, but wasn't too tight. The shorts were really, really short, too short for me. I would have never bought me these, but when I looked around I saw most of the girls wearing shorts like mine, so I brushed it off.
I followed the girl out to the fields. Our teacher – Mr. Becks – told us that the teacher of the senior class – Dimitri's class – was sick, so he needed to out the two classes together. My eyes immediately went to Dimitri. He wore a tight fitting white shirt, that hugged his muscles, black shorts and shoes. I could see the six – or eight! - pack under the thin material of his shirt and had to stop myself from drooling. That would have been embarrassing!
The thing was, while I was staring at him, I caught him staring at me and I felt suddenly self-conscious under his gaze. I dropped my eyes to the track under my feet and blushed again.
Mr. Becks told us he didn't really know what to do with so many kids, so he wanted us to run. Not really creative, but easy for him, I guess. Also, running was something I could handle. The only sport that didn't cost anything was running and whenever I needed to get my frustration out, I run. So it was like a second nature for me.
Most of the students – all the girls – started jogging and stopped after two hundred meters. Then they just walked and gossiped about everything and nothing. In Dimitri's class were most of the football, soccer and baseball players – Lissa told me so, at least – so they all ran properly around the track. I was the only girl who kept jogging. From time to time when a guy would pass me, they swatted my butt. I kept rolling my eyes, I mean what should I do, yell at them to stop touching me? Like they would listen to me! It's like telling them to stop eye-fucking me from behind. Something that would never happen. Only god knows why, because I wasn't someone to drool over, but I wasn't a guy, so what did I know?
“Stop letting this douche-bags touch you”, Dimitri growled and slowed down beside me to jog alongside me.
“What do you want me to do?”, I asked. “Tell them to stop?”
“Yes!”
“And that would achieve what?”, I asked and looked at him with raised eyebrows.
Dimitri frowned. He knew I was right. These guys were pigs, they would never learn it. I would be wasting my energy and time, so I didn't bother at all.
“You know maybe you – as my husband – should say something to your so called friends”, I told him. “I mean seriously, everybody knows we are married for God's sake. They know we're not just boy- and girlfriend and everything, shouldn't they loose interest in a married woman?”
Dimitri seemed to think about it pretty hard. It looked actually pretty cute when he thought about something really hard. We kept jogging for a while and I kept silent, letting him think. I really didn't know what he was thinking about so hard, but okay, if he needed to think about this so hard, so be it. But suddenly I was pushed to the side and fell. Surprised I squeaked and hold my hands in front of my face. I felt the impact and it would have been a lie, if I said it didn't hurt, but I forgot the pain immediately, because Dimitri landed straight on top of me and gazed into my eyes for a short second.
“Dimitri, what are you -?”
And then Dimitri leaned down, faster than I thought possible. He grabbed my chin and forced it up. Automatically, like a reaction or an instinct I closed my eyes. His lips connected with my … neck? Confused my eyes fluttered open again, but then I felt Dimitri sucking hard on my neck. I felt my cheeks heat up, my eyes went wide and my pulse went in overdrive. When Dimitri kept sucking on my neck I had to bite down on my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud. God, that felt amazing! His lips felt like magic on my skin, I felt hot and I could hardly breath properly! If he didn't stop soon I wouldn't be able to control myself and moan out loud for everyone else to hear. But right now I used the little self control I had left and grabbed Dimitri's shoulders. I practically clawed my hands into his shoulder blades and I was sure if there wouldn't have been the shirt between his fingers and my skin, I would have drew blood. The surprising thing was, that when I scratched along his back and couldn't help myself but arche my back, Dimitri moaned and sucked harder. That was my undo and I moaned out loud.
Instantly Dimitri lips on my neck stilled. His breath fanned over my over sensitive skin. We both breathed heavily and both stayed still. Dimitri drew back and looked into my eyes, looking at the hickey he just left on me with a satisfied expression.
“Just marking my territory”, Dimitri explained smiling from ear to ear.
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