The sound he made, a mix of a moan and a desperate cry, was music to my ears. I repeated the move, over and over, until Benoit shook so hard he could barely keep his legs wrapped around me.
“Give it to me,” I said. “Every last bit of your cum. It’s mine.You’remine.”
Benoit trembled, his breath catching, and then the warmth of his release erupted between us. He dug his nails into my back and held on for dear life, and I didn’t give him an ounce of reprieve as I continued to rail him.
The edges of my vision started to cloud at the force of my impending climax, but I didn’t slow, didn’t stop barreling toward it.
“Yours,mon monstre,” he said, “for however long you want me.”
I wasn’t going to acknowledge the way my mind refused a time limit, focusing instead on his admission.Yours.
Mine.
My body tensed and then I came, holding on to him and that promise like it was a lifeline—one I wasn’t sure what I would do without when I eventually had to let it go.
32
BENOIT
“WASANYTHINGYOU said true?”
Dimitri’s words came from out of nowhere as we lay in front of the crackling fire the next day, curled up together on a soft pile of blankets after a night spent making up for lost time. With the rain coming down in sheets against the wall of windows, it was hard to know what time it was, but it didn’t matter. I wasn’t planning on leaving this spot anytime soon.
I ran my fingers down his arm and watched the flames dance a few feet away, my back warm against Dimitri’s chest and our legs tangled together.Wasanything I’d said true? I was wondering when he’d finally ask.
I nodded. “Yes.”
“How much?”
“Everything but the reason I was there.”
His hum vibrated against the back of my head, and I could sense there was more he wanted to ask. There were so many questions I had, too, and if this was the time he wanted to lay it all out there, I was ready to do that.
I turned in his arms to face him and was taken again with just how striking he was. That was the best word for him, becauseeven though, yes, he was beautiful, it was too soft a word to encompass all that Dimitri was. He was a man who was hard and unyielding, but protective and far too captivating to look away from.
“Ask me,” I said. “Whatever it is you want to know.”
His dark eyes narrowed slightly. “Will it be the truth?”
“Guess you’ll just have to trust me. We don’t have the best track record with that, but we’ve got to start somewhere,non?” When he hesitated before nodding, I said, “This goes both ways. Why don’t you tell me something true about you, and then I’ll reciprocate? Come on,mon monstre.Indulge me.”
Dimitri let out a sigh. “I never wanted to be a…monstre.”
My nickname for him fell softly from his lips as he stared down into my face, his expression inscrutable. From the little he’d told me about his father and his childhood, I knew what he said was true. It was unlikely that child had dreamed of growing up to be one of the most feared men in the world.
So what had set him on that course? The loss of his father? The manipulations of a bigger, badder monster? I wanted to ask, was dying to peel back every damaged layer of this man who hid away in isolation, but I didn’t want to push. I wanted Dimitri to tell me, totrustme.
After all, that was what this was about—we trusted each other enough not to physically harm one another. But emotionally? That was a whole other story.
“I believe you.”
His lips quirked at the edges. “Why? It’s not like I’ve ever given you a reason to believe otherwise.”
“That’s not true. I’ve glimpsed behind that scary façade of yours. I’ve seen moments of kindness.” I turned and settled back into his arms, hoping he’d open up more if my attention was elsewhere. “You played chess with me by the fire one night, took me to the Christmas markets, planned a night out dancing…”
Dimitri wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin atop my head. “I did do that, didn’t I?”
“You did.” I lowered my head to kiss his arm. “Why?”
