Dimitri's POV
The cheap motel room faded away until all I could see was Blair beneath me—her thick curly hair spread across the pillow, her green eyes wide and trusting, her lips swollen from my kisses.
"Dimitri," she whispered, her hands sliding under my shirt, fingernails scraping lightly against my skin. "Please, hurry."
That single word demolished whatever restraint I still had in me.
I captured her lips again, kissing her deeply while my hands worked at the zipper of her hoodie, sliding it off her shoulders to reveal a simple white tank top underneath and her wolf necklace dangling on her neck.
Proof that she was mine and no one else's.
I liked that.
I liked that she was finally mine, and we didn't have to hide it. In this confined space, it was only the two of us.
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