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Skylar

"I want to taste you."

Those words whispered out of this gorgeous man's mouth, who was positioned between my legs, nearly had me coming right then and there.

I nod, eyes fixated on his. His hand moves slowly up the outside of my left thigh, inching higher and higher until he reaches the apex of the slit in my dress. He traces the edge of the material down, his finger deliciously trailing my inner thigh, just where it meets my pubic area. His finger lifts the fabric between us, flipping it over my leg and onto the table beside me. I unconsciously try to close my legs, but that's impossible with Dmitri standing between them.

"Don't," he grunts, his hands pushing my legs further apart. His eyes are black, and he leans down and inhales deeply. He growls. A feral growl which I find entirely carnal and sexy. It seems to be his thing, my smell deepening his desire. It makes me feel special.

He steps back, taking one leg in his hands.

His hand moves along my calf, lifting my leg as his lips kiss a trail slowly up my inner thigh, his tongue flicking out every now and then. He nips and sucks as he makes his way, stopping when he gets to the apex of my thigh. He pulls me slightly forward, my ass on the table's edge, and puts my legs over his shoulders. His breath is fanning my soaking wet pussy, his face inches from my core. I feel his tongue part my folds, tingles exploding on my sensitive area, as his tongue moves between and up, his mouth latching onto my clit and then releasing. I buck up, a gasp leaving my mouth. It is the most intense and intimate moment of my life.

"Dmitri," I whisper, unsure what I want to say. His mouth re-attaches to my pussy, licking and sucking, his tongue pushing into my vagina as he fucks me with his mouth. He continues his assault, bringing me closer and closer.

His mouth is replaced by two large fingers, which he coats in my body's natural lubrication, which at this point is in excess, before slowly inching them into my pussy, reaching a depth his tongue can't.

The sound of his zipper draws my attention, and I watch as his other hand starts stroking his dick, which is engorged, the size of it titillating. Thoughts of him inside me have me throwing my head back, my body arching off the table. Another finger joins the two already inside me, deliciously stretching me wider than ever before.

"Fuck Skylar, you're so fucking tight," he says huskily, my walls finally accommodating all three fingers. It's amazing. He speeds up as I push forward, his fingers to the hilt. His thumb is stroking my clit every time he bottoms out. His breathing increases as both his hands speed up. I'm teetering on the edge of my release.

"Now, Skylar," Dmitri demands, his voice rough with need.

That demand is the pin being removed from the grenade as I explode, my legs clamping shut, keeping Dmitri's hand in place as my walls pulse around his fingers. He grunts out my name as he shoots his load all over my thigh.

We remain like this for a few minutes before he removes his hand, and I sit up, looking at his disheveled state and thinking how I must look the same. He pushes his hair back and starts fixing himself as I do the same. Dmitri is looking around for something to use as a cloth for my thigh.

"I'll use my gloves," I say, pulling them off before removing any traces of what just happened. It doesn't remove Dmitri's scent, which has combined with mine in places all over my body. My thigh and wherever he has kissed me, sporting an intertwining trail of our scents. He balls my gloves up and shoves them in his pocket.

I rearrange my dress, brushing off any dirt.

"You look beautiful," he says, smiling as he laces his fingers through mine.

We really need to talk about what is happening between us. I'm so confused.

Reality slowly creeps in as I realize what we have done and where we are. I start laughing. "Oh my god, how are we going to face everyone out there."

He just shrugs it off. "Don't worry about it, Skylar. Most of the couples out there are probably doing the same thing. You're in a room full of people who allow their primal needs to take over every now and then. We will just tell them we had to discuss something...urgent." He is unfazed, a massive grin on his gorgeous face.

He runs a hand through his hair before opening the storage room door.

"Ready?" he asks as we stand in front of the door leading to the dining hall.

"Not really, but let's do this." Internally I am trying to cover what I can only describe as a knot of nerves with a huge grin and a big breath in and out.

I don't know these people, and they don't know me, so I shouldn't feel embarrassed.

We were at the rear of the hall, so not many people would have seen us, I justify to myself. I will never see them again, so no big deal, right? Ben. Shit, I would see Ben again. Does he know what just happened? I guess it's been about twenty minutes since we left, so we can't have missed much.

We push open the door and step back into the dining hall, the door clicking closed behind us.

A few feet in front of us, two piercing gazes meet us.

"It's you!" Raina says, pointing at me. Ally stands beside her, holding her arm, a look of uncertainty on her face.

Some people dancing nearby have turned their attention to us. I try and pull my hand out of Dmitri's grasp, thinking it could be something to do with him and I being together. Maybe Elanor is angry and said something? He refuses to let go as his hand grips mine firmly.

"Raina, calm down. We don't know anything for sure," Ally says quietly.

"What's going on here?" Dmitri asks, his tone calm but laced with a warning.

"I felt her power. I feel it even now and earlier when she walked into the room." She is gesturing to me.

"I felt a burst of that same energy a few minutes ago, early this morning, and again in the afternoon. It's blocked, being contained, hidden inside, but it surges every now and then. I can sense it vibrating under her skin, enough for me to pick up on," Raina says to Dmitri before ominously uttering, "She's not what you think she is, Dmitri."

Dmitri's expression must give something away as her expression changes to a questioning one, with accusation in her tone. "You know what I'm talking about, don't you, Dmitri?"

A group has formed behind them, everyone now looking at Dmitri and me.

I'm stood rooted to my spot, unsure of precisely what is going on, confusion causing my brows to knit together.

I grab my hand from Dmitri and take a step forward.

"Listen, I don't really know what's going on here, so...I'm going to go, and you guys figure it out."

I wasn't in the mood for whatever drama this was, and all the staring made me uncomfortable.

"What are those?" Raina asks, taking a step forward, her finger pointing to my hands. I hold my hands up, looking at them, unsure what she means.

Ah. Comprehension sets in when I realize my gloves no longer cover my wrists, the usually concealed birthmarks on display. This is why I keep them covered, I think to myself, annoyance setting in. I've dealt with this my whole life, the part I can remember, being teased at school relentlessly. Thus, why I always keep them covered.

"Birthmarks," I state, daring her to say something horrible.

I wasn't the same girl I was before, unable to stand up for myself. Defiantly, I drop my hands to my sides.

"You're cursed," Raina says, her eyes moving from me to Dmitri, who is standing by silently, watching me intently.

I wonder what he is looking to find in my expression.

"If having ugly birthmarks on my wrists is me being cursed, then I guess so," I say flatly.

I step forward, intending to exit this weird situation and return to the suite. I've had about all I can take. Ben has pushed his way to the front, a bizarre expression on his face.

"It's true," he says loud enough for the immediate group to hear.

In my peripheral vision, a blur shoots past me. Then I hear a grunt from Ben, who Dmitri is choking. Dmitri has a look of murder on his face.

"Explain," he says, dropping Ben to the ground as he gasps for air.

"We don't know who did it," he stutters out. "We know it was at her parent's request, but that's all the information we have."

He looks back at me. "I'm sorry, Sky, we should have told you."

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