Spellbound

by Tracie Douglas

  I shake my head because I already have something else in mind. My eyes fall to the bulge of his pants, and I sit up, ready to throw down if he doesn’t let me have my own taste.

  “Sunshine—” he reaches for my hand, but I’m not hearing it. I’ve waited for this moment for a long time and nothing is going to stop me from having my taste of him.

  “Don’t you fucking dare stop me, Dimitri,” I snap, this time narrowing my eyes on him. I watch as the vein in his forehead twitches. He doesn’t like to be challenged any more than he likes to lose control, but he’s going to deal with it for now, because I will have my way.

  I bring my hands to the button on his pants and release it. I slowly pull down the zipper and glance up at him as I push his slacks down past his hips. His face is tight with control, but his eyes follow every movement my hands make.

  He’s wearing boxer briefs, but the outline of his glorious cock is all I can see.

  Fuck.

  I pull down his boxer briefs and release his throbbing member, taking a steadying breath, because I’m shocked at how large he actually is. I knew he was packing; I could tell that much as he pressed against me earlier, but this—there was only one word to describe Dimitri’s cock.

  Massive.

  It juts out at me, long and thick, and for a moment I panic.

  “Is it going to fit?” I ask because my mind can’t help being logical about his size, even as my pussy quivers in anticipation. Instinct takes over and I wrap a hand around him, loving the way he groans and thrusts into it. His velvet soft cock throbs with each beat of his heart and the tips of my fingers to my thumb barely touches around him. I fucking love seeing his cock in my hand, inches from my lips.

  “Sunshine, I—” he starts, already trying to pull away from my grasp—but I too like a challenge. I lean forward and wrap my lips around the head to suck him as deep as I can pull him into my mouth. I feel a surge of need through my body.

  “Fuck,” he grunts with approval. I wrap my other hand around the base of his shaft, and I slide my tongue along the underside of his cock, before pulling back and surging forward again. I repeat, this time moving slower to watch the tortured look on his face. His fingers thread through my hair and he lets me play for a few more strokes before pulling away.

  “Dimitri—” I start but get no further as he lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing more than a feather. I realize we are both standing naked in my bedroom, skin to skin, and I couldn’t be any more turned on.

  Careful, Mere, my heart warns loudly because I only ever dreamed of this moment. Gah, the man is perfect and I can hardly believe we’re together like this.

  “Wrap your legs around me, Sunshine. Now,” he growls in a way I can’t argue with, so I do. “I’m going to fuck you now, sweetheart, As much as I enjoy feeling your perfect little mouth sucking me in, I want to feel your perfect little pussy milking my cock.”

  His words heat my flushed skin and he kisses me hard, taking back the control he’d given me, and I know I’m in for it now. He leans forward until I feel my bed at my back and he’s hovering over me. He releases me and pulls my arms up above my head, securing my wrists with a hard grip.

  “You want to know about control, Sunshine?” he breathes into my neck, nipping at my hot skin with his teeth, making a trail to a taut nipple. He sucks the sensitive bud into his mouth and releases it with a pop. I moan and lift my breast to him, needing more. He releases his hold on my wrists and I reach for him, but he captures them again. “Keep your hands here until I say otherwise. If you don’t, I will tie them to the headboard.”

  I feel my eyes widen as the thought of being tied down does something to me. I’d be at his mercy, and while I’d like to test his warning, my need to feel him inside of me is far stronger. I nod, telling him I will obey.

  He positions himself at my entrance, and I can’t help looking down to see his massive size against the one place I want him most. The thumping in my chest becomes louder and harder, and I swallow the feelings bubbling in my chest.

  “Stay still,” he commands as I tilt toward him, inviting him in. He looks perfect hovering over me, waiting to claim me completely. “Spread your legs, Sunshine, I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I nod and comply, not really hearing his words but feeling them instead. He surges forward a second later, pushing into me farther and farther until I see stars. This moment is everything and I don’t want it to end.

  He pauses a moment, allowing us both a second to adjust, and I spread my legs even farther. A new need begins to build and I want to feel all of him.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he hisses, and I respond by clenching his cock with the walls of my pussy. “Fuck.”

  “More,” I tell him, feeling desperate to run my hands along his skin, but I dare not test his warning. He moves forward swiftly, pushing into me like his life depends on it.

  I tense momentarily from the pressure and the burn, only to find pleasure in our joining.

  “Holy shit,” I chuckle with a nervous laugh.

  “Something funny?” he asks and pulls back a little.

  I shake my head and give him a smile. “Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think this would happen between us. It’s surreal.”

  “Then I guess it’s a good thing I knew all along.” He smirks. “Now, place your hands on my chest and give me your eyes, Sunshine.”

  I slide my arms down, until my fingers tips touch his warm skin and sigh inwardly. This feels right. He feels right. We feel right. And I can’t get enough.

  He grinds his hips against me before moving again. I look into his eyes and the world fades to black. There’s only he and I, and the feeling of delightful pressure building with each thrust.

  It’s agonizing, the way he stretches and fills me, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I lift my hips matching the tempo he’s set, but I’m already teetering the edge of bliss and won’t last long.

  “Dimitri,” I purr, as he snakes a hand in between our bodies. When his clever fingers connect with my clit, I begin to countdown from a hundred, because I’m desperate to make this moment last as long as I can. The tension in his brow tells me he needs me to get there first.

  I stare into his eyes, loving the way this night has turned out. His fingers press hard against the sensitive bud and I can’t hold back any long. Warmth spreads through my body and I explode, falling hard and fast into oblivion.

  He quickens his pace, and I hold onto his arms as it intensifies my orgasm, wanting him to join me. His body turns to stone as my pussy pulses all around him, milking his cock, begging him for his release.

  “Please,” I whisper raggedly struggling to make sense of the world around us.

  But I can’t.

  There’s only us and the sensations of becoming one. It’s everything. It’s perfect.

  Dimitri moans with each thrust, until it becomes too much and they become erratic and desperate.

  “Come inside of me, Dimitri,” I breathe, barely able to hold our gaze. My words are his breaking point though, and I watch the barriers fall one by one as he reaches his climax.

  “Mine,” he growls, planting himself deep inside of me to spill his seed. I reach for his head, pulling it down toward mine and capturing his lips as we ride out the waves together.

  My heart swells, heavy and full, as it surrenders completely to Dimitri. And I send a silent prayer of thanks into the universe. Tonight didn’t go as I had hoped, but it was better. Learning the mystery kisser was Dimitri and learning he’s had feelings for me all these years, made me happy to hold out for that feeling. The one only he can give me.

  He gently pulls out after a few moments when our breathing has evened and settles beside me. I turn into him and place my head on his chest and listening to the beat of his heart, content to my bones as happiness radiates out of me.

  Mine, I think before succumbing to exhaustion.

  Meredith

  I pull a long white tank over my he
ad, slip on my favorite pajama shorts, and sneak out of my bedroom. I close the door behind me softly, not wanting to disturb the sleeping sex beast in my bed. The man’s stamina is truly a gift from above, and while I should be sound asleep next to him after our marathon, I can’t seem to calm my mind.

  Falling asleep in Dimitri’s arms, completely sated, was the highlight of my year. Hell, my life.

  For so long the idea of him was just that, an idea. A fantasy. But now everything has changed, and if it wasn’t for the tenderness between my legs and the soreness of my muscles, I’d almost believe it was another dream.

  When he kissed me the first time, all those years ago, I learned what it meant to be wanted and what it meant to truly want someone. What I learned this morning, and well, the better part of the day, is that life doesn’t always go the way you plan it to, but if you’re lucky, your dreams might come true.

  Only I don’t know what this means for the people around us. I stayed away from Dimitri because of our families. I couldn’t bear to face them time and time again should it not work out between us.

  I walk into the kitchen, check the clock on the microwave, and turn on my coffee maker. It’s a little after two in the afternoon but I can use the caffeine and some food. I crack open the refrigerator and gather what I need to make a kickass egg omelet.

  “Tell me that what I’ve been hearing coming from your bedroom is result of discovering the true identity of your mystery kisser?” Alli’s voice scares the shit out of me and I almost drop the carton of eggs in my hands.

  “Alli,” I exclaim and clutch it close to my chest. “What the fuck?”

  She eyeballs the food in my arms, “Yes! You’re making food.”

  “What of it?” I sigh, feeling suddenly defensive. My eye flick toward my bedroom door and I swallow the hard knot forming in my throat.

  Shit, shit, shit. How in the hell am I going to tell her about what’s happened?

  “I’m hungry too,” she pouts and sticks out her bottom lip. “Besides, it looks like you got enough there for an army, or one really hot guy who’s clearly still asleep in your room.”

  “A-alli—” I stammer, feeling more panicked with each second that passes by. “I thought you’d still be passed out from last night. From the looks of it, you were having a pretty good time.”

  “Well, I did have a good time but not because of who you might think,” she shrugs and looks away, trying to avoid my gaze.

  “So that Nathan Halliwell, the star quarterback, I saw with his tongue down your throat?” I ask and set everything down on the counter. She shrugs her shoulders, clearly hiding something from me, which only makes me more suspicious because she never hides anything from me. She’s had a thing for Nathan since the moment she laid eyes on him, but he’s the one guy she never pursued. Of course, I wasn’t about to point that small fact out to Dimitri at the party. “Spill it.”

  “You first.” She finally meets my eyes and challenges me, but before I can say anything, my bedroom door opens and Dimitri walks into the living room wearing only his slacks from the night before.

  My mouth goes dry at the sight of him, and I can’t help gawking at the man who gave me more orgasms than I can count in a matter of hours. His hair is a styled mess and I can tell he’s run his hand through it a few times, trying to make it somewhat presentable. But it’s the smirk on his lips that does me in.

  He heard his sister out here talking with me and decided to make an entrance.

  Fuck.

  Even though I wasn’t sure how I was going to tell Alli about us, this is not how I wanted her to find out.

  “Good morning, Alli.” He greets her like what’s happening now in this moment is no big deal; like he’s done it every day of his life. I glance over at her, worried about her reaction, but she’s smiling ear to ear. Dimitri stops beside me, and I can’t help dragging my eyes from Alli and giving them to him. He leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips. “Good morning, Sunshine.”

  “Good morning,” I murmur like a love-sick puppy, lost in the way the sun hits his face.

  “Well, it’s about fucking time,” Alli’s voice booms into the room and I look back at her. She’s beaming at us with happiness and I feel a wave of relief wash over me. Relief—and confusion.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “This,” she motions between Dimitri and me. I frown still, not sure. “You’re my best friend, Mere, did you think I didn’t know you had a thing for my brother?”

  “No, actually, I didn’t,” I answer honestly. “Alli—"

  “And you,” she cuts me off and points to Dimitri. “What the fuck took you so long? Do you know how close I’ve come to outing you every single year?”

  He shrugs. “I knew you wouldn’t.”

  “Wait.” I hold up a hand and face Alli. The look on her face says it all. She knew Dimitri was the mystery kisser and she knew I’ve had a crush on him for years. “All this time, you knew?”

  “Of course, I did.” She takes a handful of steps, open a cupboard and pulls down three coffee mugs just as the coffee maker beeps. “We all did.”

  “We?”

  “Yes, we, as in our mothers and our fathers,” she explains like this revelation is no big deal. She fills a mug and hands it to Dimitri. “Do you know how long they’ve been planning your wedding?”

  “You can’t be serious,” I state in disbelief. There’s no way she’s telling the truth. I never told anyone about my crush on Dimitri and went out of my way to hide it from everyone.

  “You obviously didn’t do a good job of it,” she laughs, and I realize I’ve spoken my words out loud. She fills another cup and hands it to me. “Besides, I can’t imagine anyone more suited to me by sister-in-law than you.”

  “Alli,” I gasp as my heart skips a beat at the thought of being Dimitri’s wife. It was another one of my many dreams about him, but now was not the time to bring the M word up.

  “Mom and Kathy are going to have to wait a little bit longer for that day,” Dimitri laughs before bringing the mug to his lips and taking a careful sip. “I’m sure Alli’s going to want to finish grad school before all of that.”

  “I am?” I ask, feeling somewhere between dumbstruck and confusion. I’ve always said that very thing but hearing the words come from his lips, and him saying it like he knows marriage is in our future, leaves me flabbergasted.

  He sets his mug down onto the counter and reaches for me. He lifts me up until I’m sitting on the counter with him in between my legs. I catch Alli slipping away from the corner of my eye, no doubt to inform our parents of their dream come true, and then turn my focus on Dimitri. “I told you Sunshine, you’re mine.”

  “I know, but I didn’t think that meant—”

  “Marriage? Children? Growing old together?”

  “Not right away,” I admit, feeling breathless. “I had hoped, you know, down the road.”

  “I’m not a man to beat around the bush once he’s made his claim. We will be married. We will have children. And we will grow old together. The sooner the better, but I’m willing to let you decide when and where these things will happen.”

  “You are?” I gasp, because this is the last thing I expected to come from his mouth.

  He nods. “I waited too long to make you mine, Sunshine, but I have never once doubted that you were always meant to be mine. Now, I know you felt it too.”

  “I did,” I whisper, because it’s true. Fate always pulled me toward him, and I realize now more than ever why no one was ever good enough for me. It’s because my heart was already taken. By him. “I love you, Dimitri.”

  The words slip past my lips before I can stop them, but I don’t regret them. I don’t want to spend another day in this life without saying them to him.

  “And I love you, Meredith Cole,” he murmurs before capturing my lips and leaving me completely spellbound to him.

  Not that I would have it any other way.

  Epilogue
/>   Meredith

  Three Years Later

  I look in the mirror once again, checking my perfectly coiffed hair, taking a deep, calming breath.

  “Are you ready?” Alli asks from the door. I look back at her and smile. She looks stunning in the navy-blue dress we picked out together. The heart shaped neckline suited her long neck and slim shoulders. “Mere, you look stunning.”

  “Really?” I ask, feeling suddenly nervous.

  Looking down at the pristine white gown I picked out over a year ago, as my mother and Dimitri's mother sobbed uncontrollably into a box of tissues, I run my hand down the front of it, smoothing down wrinkles that don’t exist. And I smile inwardly as my hand settles on the small bump that’s only begun to show.

  I found out three weeks ago that I’m pregnant and knew instantly how I wanted to give Dimitri the news. It’s been hard to keep this secret, but I know the surprise is going to be well worth his reaction to it.

  My wedding planner wasn’t even upset when I told her about the small change I was making in the reception, especially after I told her what it was for.

  Telling my husband he is going to be a father with all of our friends and family surrounding us is the perfect way to make the day even more special.

  “Dimitri is going to have a hard keeping his hands off of you in that dress.” Alli chuckles and hands me my bouquet of hydrangeas. That’s exactly the reaction I’d been hoping when I saw myself in the mirror at the bridal store. “Now let’s get you down the aisle and make you my sister on paper.”

  I smile, a thrill washing over me. Because making her my real sister means I’m marrying Dimitri, the love of my life, and that’s a dream come true. There’s absolutely nothing in this world that I want more.

  It’s not a fantasy anymore. It’s real life, and it’s better, and just more, than I ever imagined it could be.

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