Page 28 of Sin in My Inbox (Sexting Spark #1)

And then my breath—and my heart—stopped.

The trunk wasn't filled with luggage or junk. It was a sea of flowers, glowing under soft yellow lights, like spring itself had been packed into that small space. Roses, tulips, daisies, baby's breath—layered together, their sweet scent flooding the night air, wrapping us in a gentle embrace .

He stepped closer, pulling me into the space between the flowers and his body.

"Ella, since you left, I've been a fucking mess. I'm used to controlling everything—emotions included. Thought this was just a fling, something we both wanted. Then you came along. You're like no one I've ever met. This time apart, it made it clear."

He tucked a flower into my hair. "I love you."

Love?

The word hit like a boulder dropped into a still lake, sending shockwaves through me. Dmitri Belov, the man at the top of a dark empire, saying he loves me? Me? A broke, ordinary waitress who'd been lying to him from the start?

He leaned in, our faces so close I could feel the warmth of his breath.

I braced for the kiss I knew so well, but instead, he just brushed a stray lock of hair behind my ear, gentle as hell.

"I love you," he said again, his gaze intense, like he was making a sacred vow. "Not just because your body drives me wild, but because your soul shakes me to my core. Your strength, your kindness—they've got me hooked."

Tears welled up, blurring my vision, not from sadness but from this overwhelming, belated understanding.

"Dmitri." My voice broke as I choked out his name. I went up on my toes, threw my arms around his neck, and crashed into him.

His body stiffened for a split second, then his strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me close like he wanted to fuse us together.

The embrace was fierce, laced with the joy of reunion and a careful, almost reverent tenderness.

His chin rested on my head, his chest heaving, his steady heartbeat pounding against me, resonating in my soul.

"I'm sorry, Ella," he murmured into my hair, his breath warm.

"People like me, we're born in betrayal and death. Trust is a luxury, so controlling everything became my survival. But for you," His voice was low, resolute, like he was baring his deepest scars. "I'm ready to let go of all that. To respect your choices, for real. "

"So, come back to me. Give me one more chance to love you, sweetheart."

I nodded hard against his chest, tears soaking his expensive coat. All the walls, the doubts, the anger—they melted away under the vast night sky and the rhythm of our hearts. No words were needed; our closeness said it all.

His grip shifted, tightening around my waist, no longer just comforting but hungry, undeniable. My body trembled, but I didn't pull away—I pressed closer to his solid chest.

His kisses trailed down, soft on my eyelids, brushing away my tears with a tenderness that made my heart ache.

"Ella." His voice was hoarse, thick with desire and a painful restraint.

I looked up, forcing a shaky smile through my tears.

His lips finally found mine, commanding yet softening the moment they touched. The kiss was deep and consuming. My mind went blank, all reason and hesitation burned away, leaving only instinct. I kissed him back, clumsy but eager, my arms tightening around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair.

I moaned softly into the kiss, my hands gripping his shoulders as he deepened it, his other hand sliding down to my waist, pulling me even closer.

His cock pressed against my stomach, already hard, and I could feel the sheer size of him through his pants.

The thought of him inside me, filling me up, had my cunt clenching with need.

Dmitri broke the kiss, his breath ragged as he looked down at me. "I want you," he said, his voice rough with desire. "All of you."

I nodded, unable to form words as he lowered me gently onto the grass, the cool blades tickling my skin.

He knelt beside me, his hands roaming over my body with a reverence that made my heart ache.

He hooked his fingers under the hem of my dress and pulled it up and over my head, leaving me bare to the night air.

His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of me, his hands moving to cup my tits, his thumbs brushing over my already hardened nipples.

I gasped at the sensation, arching into his touch as he leaned down to take one into his mouth, sucking gently before flicking his tongue over the sensitive peak.

My fingers tangled in his blonde hair, urging him on as he lavished attention on my breasts, switching from one to the other, each pull of his mouth sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

He moved lower, his lips trailing down my stomach, leaving wet kisses in their wake until he reached the apex of my thighs. He looked up at me, his eyes asking for permission, and I spread my legs wider, giving him access.

Dmitri didn't waste any time. His tongue licked a slow, wet stripe up the length of my cunt, and I let out a moan that echoed across the lake.

He did it again, this time focusing on my clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves before sucking it gently between his lips.

My hips bucked involuntarily, my hands fisting in the grass as he ate me out with a skill that had me teetering on the edge of orgasm.

"Dmitri," I breathed, my voice trembling. "Please…"

He pulled away just long enough to shed his clothes, revealing his muscular frame and the thick cock that stood at attention between his legs. He positioned himself over me, the head of his cock brushing against my entrance, and I could feel the wetness pooling there.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice thick with need.

"Yes," I whispered, wrapping my legs around his waist.

He pushed into me slowly, inch by inch, stretching me as he filled me completely. I cried out at the sensation, my nails digging into his back as he bottomed out. He paused for a moment, letting me adjust to his size, before pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in.

He set a slow, steady pace, each thrust hitting deep inside me, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. His mouth found mine again, swallowing my moans as he fucked me with a rhythm that was both gentle and intense.

I could feel the coil tightening in my belly, my orgasm building with each stroke of his cock. Dmitri seemed to sense it too, because he shifted slightly, changing the angle so that he hit that spot inside me that had me seeing stars.

"Fuck, Dmitri, you feel so good," I gasped, my voice hoarse with need. "Keep fucking me just like that, don't stop." My words spurred him on, his thrusts growing even more precise. "God, you're so deep, I can't take it," I moaned, my body trembling as the pleasure built higher.

"Cum on my cock, Ella," he growled against my lips.

And I did. My climax crashed over me like a tidal wave, my body shuddering as pleasure ripped through me, so intense that the world blurred and my vision darkened. I gasped, overwhelmed, and then everything faded as I passed out from the sheer ecstasy.

When I came to, Dmitri was still there, his breaths heavy as he chased his own release.

I clung to him weakly as he buried himself deep inside me one last time, his cock pulsing as he came.

We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, our bodies still connected, our breaths mingling as we came down from our highs.

Dmitri finally pulled out, collapsing beside me on the grass and pulling me into his arms.

In that moment, the world felt so damn quiet and complete. All the hurt, suspicion, and fear seemed to vanish, washed away by the raw, honest connection we'd just shared. A kind of peace I'd never known wrapped around me, warm and comforting, like sinking into a hot bath.

I opened my eyes and propped myself up slightly in his arms, his warmth pulling me in like a drug. His handsome face still carried that satisfied glow, his ice-blue eyes stripped of their usual sharpness, now soft and warm, fixed on me like I was some long-lost treasure he'd fought to get back.

I knew how much it cost Dmitri to own up and confess tonight. For a guy like him, always in control, always on top, that kind of vulnerability was damn near impossible. He'd ripped through his pride, laid his heavy, honest heart bare before me.

A voice in my head spoke up, clear and bold. It's time, Avery. Tell him the truth.