Spellbound

by Tracie Douglas

  “I’m serious, Mere. What would you say to him?” he asks.

  I flounder as I give his question thought. “I can’t—I don’t know. Please, I’m trying to come to terms with the here and the now.”

  “You said you asked all of yours friends who were there—but did you ask the ones you invited but didn’t attend?” He sounds like a man on a mission, but I don’t understand why he’s still going on about this. He takes a step toward me and then another, causing my heart to thrum heavily in my chest.

  “Dimitri…”

  The ones we invited but didn’t attend, I think to myself, trying to figure out what he means. But as soon as the idea hits me, I shut it down. Because he can’t mean what I think he’s saying—there’s no way.

  Alli invited him.

  But he didn’t come.

  Or did he?

  “Dimitri, what are you saying? I don’t—”

  “He was here, Meredith,” he cuts me off and takes one more step to place himself directly in front of me. I tilt my head to meet his gaze, and my nose fills with the spicy scent of his cologne. The breath in my lungs freezes as the familiarity hits me hard. “And he never left.”

  Dimitri reaches for me and closes the space between us, wrapping his arms around me. My heart explodes in my chest as his lips descend to capture mine in one fell swoop and I know without a doubt what he is trying to tell me.

  He is the man under the mask.

  He is the one I was waiting for.

  He is the mystery kisser.

  Dimitri

  I’ve waited all year for this moment: to feel her lips against mine, to hear her mewl with need, to have her arms wrapped around my neck as her mouth opens to me, granting access to the taste I’ve craved every day since our first kiss three years ago.

  Meredith.

  Every cell in my body sings and the blood in my veins boils over because my need for this woman has reached a place of no return. I deepen the kiss, allowing it to consume us both.

  We’re crossing a line, but neither one of us will stop it.

  This kiss is everything. It’s life. It’s fire. It’s something completely out of this world, neither one of us can understand it.

  The look on her face hours ago shattered me and I wanted to confess to her right then and there, but she stopped me. I hated watching her all night, knowing how the night would end for her, but there was no way I could tell her the truth. Not yet. I wanted to be alone with her when I told her everything.

  When she’d gone quietly to her room, I took a breath, trying to control myself, but the moment her bedroom door closed, I couldn’t take it any longer. I had to tell her. She needed to know the truth.

  I took a risk but if what she said about her feelings were true, then maybe we could find a way to make this work between us. That is, if she isn’t disappointed to discover I’m the one she’s been kissing all along.

  “Dimitri,” she moans into my mouth, sending an electric shock straight to my dick. She wraps her arms around my neck, lifts up onto her toes and gives into the kiss, showing me she accepts my truth.

  My truth and the three fucking years of torture that went with it. But she is worth all of it.

  I hadn’t planned on kissing her that first night. Hell, I hadn’t even planned on going to their damn party, but I had been sent back to the states for an emergency meeting that day and I couldn’t shake the idea of seeing her. I popped into the nearest drug store, bought the last fucking mask they had and found myself staring at her from across the room an hour later. She looked unhappy, like everything in her world was wrong, and all I wanted to do was make it right.

  My feet moved before I could think it through, and it wasn’t until our lips touched that I realized what was happening. By then it was too late and I was a goner. Kissing her was the best thing that ever happened to me, and everything about it felt right.

  When I pulled away, I had planned on confessing and revealing myself to her but then I spotted Alli across the room watching us, and for a moment I thought she recognized the man under the mask, and I panicked. Walking away from her that night was the hardest thing I ever did, and I expected my sister to be beating down my door the next morning, demanding to know what I was thinking. But Alli never came. Neither did Meredith.

  The following year Alli sent me another invitation, but this time I swore to be out of the country and unable to attend. The last thing I needed was to find myself wrapped in Meredith’s arms again, fighting to do right by her. But as the date of the party grew nearer, the pull grew stronger, and I found myself flying home to attend.

  Last year I didn’t bother fighting it and planned on being there no matter what. I was late though because my plane was delayed, and it took forever to get to her. I almost didn’t make it.

  “It was you all along?” she asks, breaking away from my lips.

  I lean down, placing my forehead against hers, breathing her in as I confess it all. She listens calmly to each word, but I feel her body slowly, methodically relax into mine. “I can’t lose you, Meredith. I’ve fought these feelings for too long,” I admit, hoping she isn’t disappointed to discover the identity of her mystery kisser.

  “Dimitri,” she sighs and relaxes into me. “Do you know how often I dreamt it was you?”

  “What?” Surprise floods my body as I open my eyes and look down at the dream come true in my arms.

  “But I’d wake up and tell myself it wasn’t possible. You’d never see me the same way I saw you,” she admits before catching her swollen bottom lip in between her teeth. “You’d never want me the way I wanted you.”

  “Fuck, Sunshine, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you,” I tell her gruffly, doing everything possible to keep myself in control.

  “Why did you wait?” she asks, finally getting down to the nitty-gritty.

  “You weren’t ready for me.” She frowns at the words, but I know she’ll understand soon enough. “I’m a demanding man, Sunshine, something you’ll understand soon enough. I needed you to experience life a little before I introduced you to my world.”

  “I know you like control, Dimitri,” she purrs sending another shock to my dick.

  “It’s more than control with me,” I explain, rocking my hips against her and pressing my hardness into her soft belly. Her body quakes with anticipation and her breath hitches in her chest. “I want to consume you—completely. I want to be the air you breathe, the water you drink, the food that fuels your body. I want strip you down and fuck you senseless. I want your every waking thought to be about me, my cock, and the all the ways I’m going to take you. I want you to submit to me no matter the circumstance and I want you to trust that I will always be there to catch you, to protect you and to love you.”

  “Dimitri,” she moans, and I feel her body tremble again, as the shock and magnitude of my words hit her. She has no idea what I will demand of her body—of her—but by the way her pupils dilate, I know the thought intrigues her.

  And I know she’ll get it soon, but first I’m going to take my time with her.

  MEREDITH

  The deepening of his voice as he explains what I’m in for has me in a trance. One where all that exists in this world are the words coming from his mouth and the way they make me feel. That and his massive hardon pressed against me.

  Fuck, my clit flutters with excitement.

  Finding out he was the man underneath the mask, that he was my mystery kisser, was not something I expected. He was always a fantasy to me and now my fantasy is coming true.

  “You’re not going to disappear again, are you?” I ask as I run my hands along the length of his back, relishing the heat of his skin as it penetrates the tips of my fingers through his shirt.

  He shakes his head and smirks down at me. “Not this time, Sunshine.”

  “Sunshine?”

  “Everywhere you go, you’ve always been a ray of sunshine.” He chuckles before lifting a hand and tucking my hair behind my ear. �
�In my darkest days, thinking of you always brought sunshine back into my life.”

  “Oh, man, that isn’t cheesy at all,” I tease, feeling a heady rush throughout my body.

  Fuck, he’s smooth.

  “I’m not trying to be cheesy. Just honest,” he tells me, and for a moment, I feel bad for teasing him. But then again, this is how we’ve always been with each other.

  “Why did we wait so long to do this?” I ask as the mood changes in the room. His hold tightens on me.

  “I’ve already told you—”

  “But what’s different this time?”

  “It’s simple, Sunshine. I can’t wait any longer.” His voice is suddenly gruffer and layered with deep need. “And I don’t want to.”

  “Good,” I whisper as I lift up onto my tiptoes, desperate to feel his lips on mine again. “Because I don’t want to either.”

  Dimitri growls as he reads my mind, and he captures my lips with his as he threads his fingers into my hair. Only this time there is no sweetness or caution to it. This time he doesn’t hold back, and he kisses me full on. He allows me to see and feel who he is underneath the skin. He shows me his desires as he deepens the kiss, never giving me a moment to even consider the consequences of such a soul shattering kiss.

  I’m lost to his lips, to his touch, to the pooling desire soaking my black cotton panties. I have no concept of where I end and he begins, because in this moment, there is no such thing.

  “More,” I breathe in between kisses, and he grunts in agreement. Somehow, in the fog of our desire, we make it to my bed. And as he presses for me to sit, I reach for the buttons of his shirt, needing to feel the heat of his skin without barriers.

  He complies, shedding his shirt as quickly as I finish with the last button. My hands meet his skin with pleasure, running along the dips and planes of his sculpted body. I can’t help thinking about all the years I dreamt about this simple act, wondering what his bare skin would feel like against mine. But as one need is satisfied, another suddenly arises because it’s no longer my hands I want to feel him pressed against.

  “My dress,” I gasp. “More.”

  His arms, already wrapped around me, work the zipper of my dress with ease and as I feel the cool air touch my heated flesh, I feel my heart skip a beat.

  Is this really happening?

  His hand snakes into my dress, pulling it off my shoulders and down my arms until it pools at my feet, leaving me nearly exposed and nude before him. The thin scraps of lace that remain leave nothing to the imagination. He pulls back, breaking our kiss, and looks down at my scantily clad body.

  “Fucking perfect,” he groans with appreciation. I smirk, feeling truly sexy for the first time in my life. “And all mine.”

  I take my own moment to study the fine detail of hair smattered across his well-defined chest. I’ve seen Dimitri without a shirt many times throughout our lives, but I never thought I’d be this up close and personal with it. It’s the same but somehow different. This time when I look at him, I see the raw, primal beauty that he is.

  The feeling of his fingers pulling down the flimsy straps of my bra pulls me back into the moment and my thighs clench in anticipation. He takes his time and slowly runs a finger across the tops of my breasts before pushing the lace down and unhooking it from the back. He then tosses the lace onto the bed and pauses momentarily to take in the sight. His breath catches in his throat as his fingers traces the curve of my breast before pinching a hardened nipple. I groan as he tightens his hold, and nearly lose it when he releases the taut bead from his grasp.

  “Sit,” he commands before guiding me down on the to bed. He captures my face with his hands and my eyes flutter open to meet his. “If you want to stop, tell me now because once this is done, you’re mine, Meredith. Nothing and no one will ever change that. Do you understand me?”

  A shiver runs down my spine as the reality of his words strike me.

  His.

  I nod before swallowing the lump of anticipation in my throat. I understand his terms and I wouldn’t have it any other way. “I don’t want you to stop, Dimitri.”

  “Are you on the pill?”

  “Y-yes,” I stammer.

  “I’m clean. I’ve never gone bareback with anyone, but I’d like to change that tonight,” he says matter-of-factly, but I know it’s important to have this conversation. I’m not dumb enough to believe he’s never been with another, but to hear that he’s taken care in his past relations lightens my heart.

  “I’ve never done that either, but I’d like to—with you,” I flounder, feeling my body flush with instant heat from the thought.

  I lift my hands to unclasp his belt and notice the slight nervous tremor in my hands. He notices it too and reaches for them, threading our fingers together. “As much as I want to see my cock between those pretty lips or yours, I want to taste you, Sunshine. All of you.”

  He kneels down in front of me and kisses the tip of my nose. “Now be a good girl and lie down.”

  DIMITRI

  My restraint is wound tight. I feel like one false move will be my undoing and the last thing I want is to pop off like some teenage boy.

  But fuck, the way her body responds to my touch, it’s like she was made for me. And it takes every ounce of my being to rein in the urge dominate her completely.

  Not yet.

  She lays back without a word, but her eyes never leave mine. I can feel her nervous energy as it fills the room. Hell, if I’m honest, I’m nervous too.

  I break the connection, letting my eyes roam every dip and curve of her body, feasting on the sight of her. She's beyond beautiful and the reality of her is far better than any dream I had. She is perfection, sexy as sin—and all mine.

  I run my hand down the length of her leg and lift it to carefully place her foot on the edge of the bed. I repeat the process with her other leg until each foot is propped onto the edge of the bed. Hooking my thumbs into her black lace panties, I tear the delicate fabric from her body and bring the thoroughly soaked panties to my nose. My cock throbs fiercely as I inhale her deep honey scent.

  She mewls before naturally spreading her thighs, inviting me to gaze down at her wet folds. The scent of her sex permeates the air around us, until I’m heady with need. Need to touch her, taste her, and fuck her with my tongue.

  “Fuck,” I croak, spreading her legs farther apart, revealing every inch of her. She lifts her hips toward me, offering me everything with the simple act. I drag a lazy finger down the crease of her pussy, watching as her eyes roll back into her head. She moans softly as I dip it into her tightness, coating it with her sweetness. I bring my finger to my lips and her honey hits my tongue like a thousand bolts of lightning, shocking me to the deep core of my being. “You taste like heaven, Sunshine, with a touch of sin. And I’m already addicted.”

  She responds with another thrust of her hips, and this time I can’t hold back. I lower my head and use my tongue to taste her sweet nectar. She tastes far more divine than I ever could have imagined, and I lap at her center like a starving man.

  “Dimitri,” she moans throatily, as her body tenses from the sensation of my mouth on her. It won’t take much to push her over the edge, but I don’t worry about it because I plan to push her over multiple times tonight.

  I place her legs on my shoulders and pull her closer to me, resisting the urge to take her now. My cock thrums heavily against my leg, seeking release from the confines of my clothing.

  Not yet, I tell it as I slip a single finger into her tightness to begin the steady rhythm of fucking her. I place my tongue at her clit and run it the length of her slit, over and over until she bucks wildly underneath me.

  Capturing her hips with one swift move, I pin her to the mattress and add another finger. Her breath hitches in her chest from the pressure and she tosses her head back, giving herself over to the pleasure. I marvel at the pure beauty of her as comes.

  Fuck, she’s tight, I think before sucking her cli
t into my mouth and nipping at the sensitive bud with my teeth. Her pussy tightens around my fingers and I feel a rush of wetness as she mewls through her release. I release her hips, and she reaches for my hair, threading her fingers through it to keep me still as she rides out her orgasm and openly fucks my face. But I refuse to let her get off so easily and begin to build her up for her next orgasm as I pick up the pace with my fingers.

  She’s soaked my hand with her come, and I use the natural lubricant to slip yet another finger into her tight pussy as the last wave washes over her and she releases her hold on my head, preparing for the next build up.

  Fuck, this woman means everything to me, and I’ll be damned if I don’t do everything in my power to make sure she knows it.

  Every damn day, for the rest of our lives.

  Mine.

  “Dimitri,” she purrs, her body trembling with pleasure. “Please, I want to for you—”

  I respond with a growl, silencing her immediately, and continue to feast. I’m determined to push her over the edge again and again, to feel her thighs tighten around my face, her fingers pulling at the roots of my hair, until she’s begging me to stop.

  Meredith

  Five orgasms.

  Five!

  That’s how many he gave me before I was finally able to push him away, after begging him to stop after number three. It was all I could take before passing out.

  I peek up at him from beneath my lashes, unable to do much more than that simple action, and he’s grinning from ear to ear, like a cat that got the canary.

  And he did.

  Five fucking times!

  The man is damn good, and he knows it.

  “What are you smiling at?” I ask, watching as his smile turns into a smirk. The same smirk that had me weak in the knees growing up. “Oh, you think you’re good, huh?”

  His eyes narrow on me, and my heart flutters because this still doesn’t feel real. “Do you need a reminder already?”