Page 123 of No Longer Mine

Scarlett, in all her sharp edges and guarded glances, laid out before me like this, vulnerable and trusting, was the most devastating thing I’d ever seen.

Her fingers curled into the fabric of my shirt, tugging me closer, her breath uneven. “Dimitri…” My name on her lips was a plea.

I pressed a kiss just above her knee.“Patience.”

She let out a soft, frustrated sound, but her body arched into my touch anyway, her pupils darkening as I slid my hands higher, tracing the delicate lace at her hips. I could feel her pulse beneath my fingertips, a frantic rhythm that matched my own.

I pressed another kiss to the inside of her thigh, then another, dragging my lips along the sensitive skin. “I need you to know something,” I murmured against her.

She swallowed hard, her fingers threading through my hair. “What?”

I met her gaze, my hands tightening around her thighs. “You’re more than just a beautiful face.” I kissed her again, higher this time, feeling the way her breath caught. “You’re fire and fury. You’re the smartest person in any room. You’ve survived things that would have broken anyone else.” My fingers slid beneath the lace, tugging slowly. “And I don’t just want you in my bed, Scarlett. I want you in my life.”

I slid the lace down her thighs, taking my time, watching every shift of her body, every shallow breath. She kept her gaze locked onto mine, heat and anticipation darkening her irises.I tossed the fabric aside carelessly and leaned in, my hands tracing her curves, savoring the warmth of her skin beneath my palms.

The dress—this masterpiece that clung to her like it was made for her—deserved another night on the town. So I didn’t tear it. I eased it away just enough, baring what was mine to worship.

I dragged my lips over the soft plane of her stomach, just above where silk met skin. "I want you to remember this," I murmured, the words rasping from deep within me. "You’re not something to be used, Scarlett. You never were.”

A tremor ran through her as I pressed another kiss lower, my mouth mapping out the places I wanted to know, the places I wanted her to feel me. She exhaled sharply, her body arching into me—surrendering.

"Look at me," I said, my voice thick with hunger as I pushed a finger inside of her pretty pink pussy. She writhed beneath me as I dipped my head and lapped at her clit first. I wanted to take my time, I really did, but the more I tasted her, the more I had to have her. I pulled my finger free from her and replaced it with my tongue. While my tongue fucked her, I ran my thumb up her clit gently and she jolted beneath me.

A strangled sound escaped her lips as I worked her with slow, careful strokes, dragging my tongue along every sensitive inch of her.

I groaned against her, and she squirmed.

“More,” she whispered.

I did exactly as she commanded.

Her breath hitched as I flattened my tongue against her clit, teasing, flicking, and drinking in every sound she made. The taste of her was intoxicating, and the way she trembled beneath me only made me want to push her further.

I slid my hands up her thighs, gripping her firmly, keeping her exactly where I wanted her as I devoured her. Her fingers curled in my hair, tugging, desperate for more friction—more pressure. She was close—I could feel it in the way her body tensed, the way her thighs quivered around me, and the way her pussy flooded my mouth.

"Dimitri," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper, like she was trying to hold herself back.

Not a chance.

I growled against her, slipping two fingers back inside her, curling them just right, stroking that perfect spot as I sucked her clit between my lips. She shattered with a sharp cry, her back arching off the couch, her body tightening around me as she came apart.

I didn’t stop.

Her moans turned into whimpers as I coaxed every last ripple of pleasure from her, dragging my fingers over that sensitive spot again and again, my mouth relentless. I wanted to drown in her, to etch this moment into my skin. I wanted her to remember this—to remember that she wasn’t just something to be taken, to be used. She was something to be worshipped.

Her legs shook as she tried to push me away. But I wasn’t ready to let her go just yet. I pressed a final, lingering kiss against her before pulling back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I met her hazy gaze. Her legs fell limply on either side of me. I’d never seen anyone look so satisfied before.

She reached forward and palmed my cock through my dress pants. The friction was almost enough to make me cum in my pants like a teenager. I wanted her so badly I didn’t know how much more I could take.

With trembling hands, she began unzipping my pants. She grinned up at me as I watched her.

“You aren’t hurting, right?”

She looked up at me from under her lashes. “Even if I was, I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Scarlett,” I growled.

She giggled, a wicked sound, as she finally freed me from my slacks, her fingers wrapping around my aching cock. I sucked in a sharp breath, my control hanging by a thread as she stroked me, her touch both teasing and certain. Watching her toy with my cock was torture, but I loved every single second of it.