Gianna My brain freezes at how close we are, my fingers curl into the sheets as I force my eyes to remain trained on him. “Dmitry…” I whisper, but it comes out weaker and like a plea. I'm pleading for him to be inside me, to do everything but prolong this like he did earlier. His eyes drag over my face lazily, enjoying how my body is reacting to him. “Careful,” he murmurs, voice low, dangerous. “If you keep saying my name like a prayer, I'll forget what it's like to be a proper gentleman." A small, breathless laugh slips out of me. “And here I was thinking you'd be balls deep inside me already, are you maybe having issues getting it up." His lips twitch, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, if anything they're hard as steel and it feels like he's about to shove yet another shirt into my mouth. “Aha, that smart mouth I love is back." “I can't help it, can i?” I challenge, even though my pulse is racing. He leans down, his hot breath fanning against my skin, his lips brush against
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