Her fingers moved desperately over her clit, her other hand squeezing her breast, and she came with a broken cry, her body shuddering.
Dimitri groaned, his strokes becoming erratic, and then he was coming too....hot ropes of cum painting her breasts, her stomach, marking her.
Claiming her.
When he finished, he looked at her....covered in his cum, flushed and trembling and absolutely wrecked....and felt a savage satisfaction unlike anything he'd ever experienced.
"Beautiful," he murmured, using his fingers to spread his cum across her skin. "You look perfect like this. Marked. Mine."
"Please," she whispered, her voice broken. "Please, Dimitri. I need you."
"I know." He cupped her face, forced her to look at him. "But not yet. Not until I know your body can't function without mine. Not until you're so addicted to my touch that the thought of anyone else makes you physically sick. Not until you're completely, utterly, irrevocably mine."
