Ariana POV
A long night, he said.
That suited her just fine, especially as a diversion to make Dimitri forget his angst over his brother for a while. The only trouble was, she feared she'd go out of her mind with desire and pleasure and erotic torment in the process!
He kissed her forehead softly while his hands effortlessly held her arms in place. "You look so beautiful like this. We haven't indulged in this in a while."
He was a delicious weight pressing down on her. Not heavy enough to be uncomfortable or restricting or make her feel trapped. She could feel the unbridled playfulness in him and the overwhelming desire.
He continued to move against her, his pace steady and strong. "You feel so good. So tight, so hot. I can't get enough of you, my princess. I want to take you higher and higher, to make you mine completely."
Ariana felt on fire. Every brush of his skin against hers felt like exquisite torture. "Ohhh ..."
