Dare You to Ruin Me – Bonus POV
Dimitri
The chill that grips the air does nothing to quell the fire within me as I gaze at Sara. Her trembling, the fear mingling with an unmistakable spark of desire in her eyes, stirs something primal in me. Does she understand the gravity of my words? The lengths to which I would go for her? The very thought sends a surge of both power and trepidation through my veins. It’s a madness, this depth of feeling, but it’s mine to embrace.
My world has been one of control, power, and cold calculations. Yet, her vulnerability in the face of last night’s terror with Lorenzo has cracked something open in me. The instinct to protect, to possess, has always been there, but with Sara, it’s different. It’s a need that courses through me, fierce and unyielding.
I reach out, my hand gently guiding her face towards mine, I’m acutely aware of every nuance of her reaction. The slight hitch in her breath, the softening of her body—she’s an open book to me, and it’s intoxicating. The moment my lips meet hers, the world narrows down to the heat of her mouth, the sweet surrender in her kiss. It’s a confirmation of everything I’ve dared to hope for.
Pulling back, I search her face, looking for any sign of resistance, any trace of reluctance. But there’s none. When she wraps her arms around my neck, returning my kiss with a hunger that matches my own, a growl of satisfaction rises from deep within me. “That’s my girl,” I rasp, the words heavy with promise and possession. “You’re mine now, Sara.”
Her submission is a heady drug, and as I claim her lips again, the world falls away. I’m dimly aware of the risks I’m taking. Yet, in this moment, nothing matters but the heat between us, the fierce promise in my heart to protect her, to make her mine in every way that counts.
I can’t believe this is happening. Sara’s in my arms, her body pressed against mine, and I’m losing myself in the taste of her lips. I’ve wanted her for so long, and now she’s here, giving herself to me willingly.
My hands roam her body, feeling the soft curves and the warmth of her skin. I tear off my shirt, desperate to feel her bare flesh against mine. Her pants slide down her thighs, and I tug them off, leaving her in nothing but her underwear.
I can’t get enough of her. My mouth moves to her neck, kissing and biting gently, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips. Her hands are everywhere, pulling at my hair, running down my back, and gripping my shoulders.
I love her. The thought hits me like a ton of bricks, and I realize it’s true. I’ve loved her for years, even when I tried to deny it. I need her, and I’m not going to let her go.
My hands move to her hips, pulling her closer, and I can feel her heat against me. I want to be inside her, to claim her as mine, but I know I need to take it slow. She’s a virgin, and I don’t want to hurt her.
I kiss her again, deeper this time, and she moans into my mouth. My hands move to her breasts, cupping them gently, and she arches her back, pressing herself into my touch. I can feel her nipples harden beneath my fingers, and I know she wants me as much as I want her.
I slide my hand down her stomach, feeling her muscles tense beneath my touch. I reach the edge of her underwear, and I hesitate for a moment, unsure if I should go further. But then she moans again, and I know she wants this as much as I do.
I slide my hand inside her underwear, feeling the wetness between her legs. She’s so ready for me, and I can’t wait any longer.
I hover above her, my hand planted firmly beside her head. The muscles in my arm stand out sharply, a testament to the power I possess. My bare torso is on full display, and I can feel her eyes roaming over every inch of me. I’m used to women looking at me with desire, but the way she gazes at me is different. It’s as if she’s trying to memorize every line and curve of my body.
I watch as her hands explore me, feeling no shame in her desperation to touch me. I can sense her awe at my strength, and it only fuels my desire for her. I’m gentle with her, but I can feel the potential energy practically begging to explode from the muscles just beneath my smooth skin.
Somewhere between kisses and heavy petting and grinding, we both manage to get completely naked and end up on her bed. It’s the first time she’s ever been naked in front of a man, and I can see the vulnerability in her eyes. But there’s also a fierce determination, a certainty that this is right. That I’m the man she’s supposed to give herself to.
I can feel the heat and wetness between her legs, and I know she wants me inside her. But I’m not ready to give her what she wants just yet. I want to taste her first.
“You want my cock?” I ask, parting from our kiss just long enough to rasp the words into her neck.
“Yes,” she gasps.
“You’ll get it. You’ll get all you can handle, sweetheart. But not before I taste you.”
I revel in her response, her body writhing beneath me as I continue my assault on her sensitive flesh. Her taste is intoxicating, and I can’t get enough. I want to devour her, to consume her until she’s nothing but a trembling mess in my arms.
As her orgasm subsides, I don’t let up. I keep my pace steady, my tongue relentless as I coax another wave of pleasure from her. She gasps and moans, her fingers tangling in my hair as she tries to pull me closer. I chuckle darkly, loving the way she responds to me.
I slide a finger inside her, feeling her clench around me as I curl it upward, hitting that sweet spot that makes her cry out. I add another finger, stretching her as I pump them in and out in time with my tongue. She’s so wet, so ready for me. I can feel her building toward another release, and I’m determined to make it even more intense than the last.
“Dimitri, please,” she begs, her voice ragged and desperate. “I can’t take anymore.”
But I’m not ready to stop. I want to push her to the edge, to make her scream my name as she comes apart in my arms. I increase my pace, my fingers and tongue working in tandem to drive her higher and higher.
“Please- I just… I need more…”
I don’t need to be asked twice, and my tongue continues to work on me, circling, plunging, exploring, and dragging across her folds and throbbing bud. She tenses beneath me, her body coiled like a spring as she teeters on the brink of release. I can feel her muscles clenching around my fingers, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. And then, with a final cry, she shatters, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave.
I slow my movements, gently lapping at her as she comes down from her high. She’s boneless, her body limp and sated as she lies beneath me.
I can’t help but feel a sense of pride at the fact that I’m the one who brought her to this point.
But I’m not done with her yet. I want to make her cum again, to show her just how good it can be between us. I slide up her body, pressing kisses to her stomach, her breasts, her neck. She moans, her hands coming up to tangle in my hair as she pulls me closer.
“Again?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Again,” I confirm, my voice low and husky.
I slide back down her body, my tongue tracing a path along her inner thigh. She shivers, her legs parting instinctively as she gives me access to her most sensitive spot. I lick her again, savoring the way she tastes, the way she responds to my touch.
She’s already so close, I can feel it. I slide a finger inside her, curling it upward as I flick my tongue against her clit. She cries out, her hips bucking as she grinds against me. I can feel her muscles clenching around my finger, her body tensing as she hurtles towards release.
And then she’s there, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She cries out my name, her body shaking as she comes apart in my arms. I keep licking her, prolonging her pleasure as she rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm.
When she finally stills, I slide up her body, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. She’s breathing heavily, her eyes closed as she tries to catch her breath. I can feel her heart racing beneath my fingertips, and I know that I’ve done my job well.
I’m panting, my heart pounding in my chest as I plant my hands on either side of Sara’s head. I can feel the heat radiating off her body, and it’s driving me wild. I look down, seeing my cock poised at her entrance, and I swear to God, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
“I need you to relax for me, printsessa,” I say, my voice low and rough. I can see the apprehension in her eyes, but she nods, trusting me.
She raises her eyebrows, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “I am very relaxed right now Dimitri.”
I chuckle, feeling some of the tension ease out of me. “Good. Because this is going to be a fucking tight fit.”
I grip myself at the base, rubbing the head of my cock against her folds. She’s so wet, so ready for me. I can feel her heat, her slickness, and it’s like a match to gasoline. I groan, feeling the pleasure shoot through me as I press myself into her opening.
At first, there’s just a stretching sensation. I can see the surprise in her eyes, the question of how something so big can fit into something so small. I push in and out, easing myself in bit by bit. I can feel her body resisting, then yielding, then welcoming me. The slight sting of her core stretching to fit me gives way to an incredible sense of connection, of knowing that right now, we’re completely absorbed into each other.
She sucks in a sharp breath and I know it’s her hymen. I groan, feeling a primal satisfaction knowing that I’m the one taking her virginity. She grips my back, her fingers digging into my muscle as I continue to push myself deeper and deeper inside her.
“You are mine Sara. You are fucking mine,” I growl, feeling the possessiveness surge through me. It seems to take forever before I’m fully inside her, but God, it feels more amazing than I ever imagined. I keep stroking her clit, and moving myself further into her, so that the initial pain will give way to pleasure.
I find a rhythm, one that has her gasping and moaning beneath me. “Dimitri- Oh my God,” she gasps, her eyes wide and filled with wonder.
“Fuck,” I groan, feeling my control slipping. “I love how sensitive you are, printsessa.”
She blushes, biting her lip to keep in her moans. I can see the worry in her eyes, the fear that someone might hear. I close my eyes, pumping myself harder into her. My grip on her hips tightens, and I increase my pace, my cock a blur of motion inside her.
She’s on the edge when I squeeze her hips almost painfully tight and groan, leaning my head back. I feel my cock pulse inside her, feel the warmth spreading between us. I’ve just come inside her, and the intimacy of it pushes her over the edge. Her core clenches around my length, squeezing me tighter, as if her body wants to milk every last drop of my cum.
I sag against her, grinning with satisfaction. I plant a quick kiss on her lips, feeling a sense of completeness that I’ve never felt before. “Holy shit,” I whisper, my voice filled with awe.
“How was that, Sara?” I ask, my voice low and husky. I can see the shock in her eyes, the way she’s struggling to find words. I can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing I’m the one who left her speechless.
She doesn’t answer. She can’t. She’s still trying to process what just happened. I’ve never seen her like this before. It’s… intoxicating.
“If you can’t even speak,” I say, a hint of amusement in my voice, “I must have done something right.”
She’s still silent, her eyes wide. I can see the wheels turning in her head, the gears grinding as she tries to make sense of it all.
“You know, I didn’t use a condom, I wanted to feel you. All of you.” I say, very casually. I watch as the color drains from her face, her eyes widening even more.
I can see the shock turning into anger, her eyes narrowing. “You could have gotten me pregnant!” she says, her voice rising.
I chuckle. “That’s the idea,” I say, my voice low and dangerous. I can see the fear in her eyes, but there’s something else there too. Defiance. It’s… exciting.
She’s furious. She hits me on the shoulder, hard. “You can’t just do that without asking me!” She hits me again, her eyes blazing.
“You didn’t seem to mind. You’re mine now, Sara,” I say, smirking. I twist a strand of her hair around my finger, feeling her tremble beneath my touch. “Your father will finally give you to me once you get pregnant. A child will forfeit your engagement.”
She hits me again, her eyes filled with rage. “Shut up, you beast.”
“You are mine now, printsessa,” I say, leaning in close. “I ruined you for anyone else.”
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