Chapter Fifty

He found her in the balcony, leaning on the rails. She was wearing a short pink nightwear. And she looked so damn sexy. Dimitri swallowed hard. She looked lost in her thoughts that she didn't even notice him standing there, so he moved a little closer.

"Kelly" he said softly, and she turned immediately, looking startled.

"Gosh. Why do you always do that, Dimitri" she asked, as her hand lifted to her chest.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you" Dimitri said, "You weren't in the bedroom so I came looking for you. Are you alright?"

She couldn't meet his gaze, so she turned away from him and continued to look out.

"I'm fine, Dimitri" she replied.

Dimitri took a few steps closer, "Look, Kelly. You don't have to.. We don't have to... Do anything tonight if you don't want to. I totally understand, and I'm willing to wait until you get used to this. I'm trying to do the same too. Can you just come back to bed? You must be freezing out here."

She turned to him again and shook her head, trying to keep her thoughts away from his bare chest. "No. No. That's not it. I was just thinking and I... Urhmm... I guess I just can't believe that I... That we are..."

"Married" he completed for her and she nodded. "I kind of can't believe it either"

"Yeah.... Right... That" she said.

He gave her a look. "Do you regret it? You are not thinking about divorcing me already, are you?" he murmured, trying to lighten the mood with some humor.

"No I'm not, Dimitri," Kelly replied, "I just can't believe we actually did it. Everything seems to be happening too fast you know. I just hope that we made the right decision. It's kinda crazy"

"Yeah it is" Dimitri agreed, "But I think it's going to be fine. We took a leap of faith today, and I think that's all we are going to need to make it work"

"I guess I just always thought that my wedding night would be a lot different... You know. That it would be easier. I had this vision of I and my husband madly in love with each other... Can't keep our hands off each other... The normal stuff"

"I never saw myself getting married" Dimitri said, as he moved closer so he could stand beside her. So close that their arms touched, and he could feel the heat from her body. "But I don't regret this one bit. I think you're awesome... And beautiful and I don't regret meeting you.... I don't regret making a baby with you...It makes me happy infact, knowing that I'm going to be a father. I can't wait to meet our baby"

"Do you really mean that, Dimitri" Kelly asked, looking at him with her soft beautiful eyes, like he had the answers to all the questions in the world. Like anything was possible. Like he could make everything better. And God, he wanted to.

"Because I'm worried" she continued, "I'm worried, and a little scared.... And I can't help but over think everything"

Dimitri moved and pulled her gently into his arms, and Kelly gladly let him hold her. She needed this. She felt safe in his arms.... She felt protected and she buried her face in his chest, breathing in his scent and listening to his steady heartbeat.

"It will be fine," Dimitri whispered, smoothening her hair, "One day at a time, baby"

Kelly nodded and wrapped a hand around his waist, bringing herself even closer, pressing her body more intimately against his, and Dimitri groaned as he felt blood rush to his cock. So much for waiting till she was ready.

Kelly felt it too, and she smiled inwardly. At least she was sure that he wanted her. He always did. She moved against him again, trying to get another response from him. And she did, because he gripped her tighter and whispered.

"Don't move like that, honey"

She giggled and did it again, "You mean like this?" she asked, trying her best to sound innocent. "Why not?"

Dimitri pulled her away from him so he could look at her face. There was nothing innocent about the look in her eyes.

"You know why, and you know exactly what you are doing. I thought you didn't want to?" he said.

"I didn't say anything of the sort. You made that conclusion yourself" Kelly replied. She lifted her hand and stroked his chest slowly with her finger tips. "We are married, Dimitri. It's our wedding night, and I don't want to wait. If there is something that I'm sure of, it's that I want you"

Dimitri didn't need any convincing. He hurled her towards him once again and crushed her lips with his.

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Perhaps she’d expected him to kiss her gently, to explore her slowly, but there was nothing gentle about this kiss, nothing slow. It was a kiss of urgency and it detonated around them.

She made a groaning noise into his mouth, her desire roaring through her body, taking control of her.

This was not a warm, comfortable kiss. It was a kiss that redefined everything in her life, pushing new boundaries into place. She clung to his shirt for dear life and he kissed her deeper, his mouth moving over hers, demanding more of her, his tongue duelling with her own, his body cleaved to hers so not a breath of space remained between them.

It was a kiss of complete domination and she succumbed to it utterly. She was not prepared for the intensity, the hunger, the ravishing. He dragged her under with the thrust of his tongue, the hard but sensual molding of his lips to hers.

His holds in her hair and on her chin tightened. He tugged her head back farther, and his thumb pressed firmer just under her bottom lip. Both helplessly and willingly, she opened wider for him, for the plunging and tangling of his tongue. For his possession. A possession she not only welcomed but craved like her next breath.

His mouth abandoned hers, and with a disappointed whimper, she followed him. But he shifted his grip to her jaw and held her still. He trailed a sizzling path from her lips, down her throat and to the crook between neck and shoulder. There, he nuzzled her, and she gasped as a jolt leaped from that spot to her taut nipples, through her knotted belly and down to the already damp and spasming flesh between her thighs.