Anastasia #dimitri Novels & Stories

Damien said, settling in beside her and ignoring how her thigh pressed close to his and the heat that seeped through his pants from the contact. He stared at her profile and couldn't help himself as he tucked away the lock of hair that blocked the view behind her ear. Luna spared him, she was stunning. His mate was the most beautiful woman he'd seen. She didn't know it. Not with the way her long dark lashes lowered and a shy smile bloomed on her lips as he stared and stared at her. "You're staring, Damien ." Luna. The way his name rolled off her tongue...he found himself swallowing and if Ariel heard it, she didn't let on.

She was panting with the primitive passion he had stirred. Whether it was pride or possessiveness or some dark streak of male domination driving him, Dimitri didn’t know, but the powerful need to stamp himself in her mind overrode everything else. "Say my name," he commanded, resisting the compelling pressure to perform at her instigation. "Say it!" "Dimitri…" It burst from her as though her mind was filled to overflowing with it. His heart leapt in exultation. He positioned himself to enter her, feeling the pulsing of her inner muscles closing around him, sucking him in.

I desire him. I slowly raise my hands, wrapping them around his neck. I let his tongue dance in my mouth. Dimitrio smells and tastes like peach. Sweet and intoxicating. I want more of him. He digs his fingers into my ass, and I moan softly. Dimitrio pulls away from me,breathless. My cheeks burn in embarrassment. He steps back and straightens his suit. “What are you doing?” I ask. “Heading back to the party.” What the hell?

She was beautiful in a way that made his chest feel tight. His voice suddenly became calm, almost gentle. "What's your name?" he asked. She kept quiet for thirty seconds, the silence stretching between them like a physical thing. Then finally, she spoke. "Natasha," she said quietly. Dimitri released her hair and smirked. He repeated her name, rolling it over his tongue. Natasha. Where had he heard that name before? He knew it was important. He knew there was a connection he was missing. "What's your relationship with Viktor?" he asked.

It tasted faintly of honeysuckle and something else, something deeper and more mysterious. As the music resumed, a slow, sultry ballad filled the air. Adrian’s hand tightened around my waist, guiding me closer. Our eyes met for a beat longer than necessary. They were a curious shade of hazel, flecked with gold like the first rays of dawn. A warmth spread through me, a blush creeping up my neck. “May I?” he asked, his voice a low murmur. I simply nodded, my voice inexplicably stolen. He dipped his head, his lips brushing my ear. “You have the most beautiful eyes, Annalisa,” he whispered, his breath sending a jolt through me.

Putting him down, she holds out her hands for them to take as they walk out of the playroom. As they walk down the stairs, she hears little Kiara’s shrill cry of delight. Dimitri was spinning her in the air, and when Anastasiya saw this, she ran towards her father. “Papa! Up Ana!” she shrieks and Dimitri flashed her a smile as he put Kiara down. He picks her up in her sprint and spins her around as well.

Their words did not bother me as I continued smiling politely. "My dear Don Vitalty," Sophia's sickly sweet voice was heard calling out to him. She was wearing a silver dress with a low cut, revealing the pink diamond necklace around her neck, which attracted a lot of attention. She sauntered naturally over to Leo and put her arms around his. "Thank you." She puffed up her chest further, and the brilliant reflection from the 70-million-dollar pink diamond necklace nearly blinded everyone who set their sights on it. Leo's expression looked normal, but he did smile gently at her, "What matters is you're happy."

“A-Ana—” “Come on, Dmitrt. I changed my mind. I don’t want to join the meeting anymore, playing in the woods is more fun,” Anastasia said, and the excitement flashed in Dmitri's eyes right away. “Alright, let's go. Let's get out of here,” Dmitri said and motioned the way excitedly. Anastasia followed Dmitri and left me speechless and motionless. All I did was watch her leave before she stopped when she was near the door, ran towards me, and gave me a tight embrace.

Swim back to her yacht and the young man is still following behind her. She starts to feel uncomfortable and swim faster, trying to act like a strong and fearless woman, is it just her bad luck, until the sea has seen her? “Stop following me, it’s so annoying,” she said with an annoyed voice and got up to her yacht, planning to go home and cancel her plan Athanasia is about to open the door when Ej snatches her hand, lifts it over the girl’s head, and starts kissing Athanasia, a rough and hungry kiss.

Both of them knew that much, still, they both wished there was a way out of it. “Now, let’s stop dwelling in sorrow of what we cannot change. Let’s sleep.” She gave him one last smile before closing her eyes. However, Alexander refused to close his eyes and sleep. He would rather watch her sleeping instead of doing it himself. He observed each oart of her face, every lines, every curves she had. In the end he could find nothing but absolute perfection. In his eyes, Anastasia was perfect in every way.