This wasn't about control or dominance or training her body to crave him.
This was about showing her that she mattered. That she was more than just an obsession or a possession.
That she was becoming his entire world.
He kissed down her neck, over her collarbone, between her breasts. Took his time with each nipple, listening to the sounds she made, learning what made her arch into him.
"Dimitri," she breathed. "Please."
"Please what, cara?"
"Touch me. All of me."
His hand slid down her stomach, between her legs, and found her already wet. Always so responsive. Always so ready for him.
He pushed two fingers inside her, and she cried out, her hips lifting off the bed.
"Like this?" he murmured against her skin. "Is this what you need?"
"Yes. God, yes."
He worked her slowly, building the pleasure gradually instead of rushing her to the edge. Added a third finger, stretching her, preparing her.
Always preparing her.
