Chapter 8 - Haunted

Sarah's POV

I was woken up by Dimitri's voice.

"No!...Don't go!"

He was drenched in sweat. He was twisting in the bed, murmuring something. I shook his shoulder.

"Dimitri! Wake up!" I shook him again. He opened his eyes, breathing deeply.

"It is okay. It was a nightmare." I assured him.

He pulled me into his lap, hugging me tightly, burying his head into the crook of my neck. I stroked his hair, trying to calm him down.

I pulled back a little, cupping his cheek.

"Are you better now?" I asked, concerned. He nodded.

"Do you want to tell me about your nightmare?" I asked.

He shook his head without saying anything.

"Ok." I said, hugging him.

We were laying on the bed in silence. He placed his head on my chest, hugging me tightly like his life depended on me. I was stroking his hair.

When I woke up, the sun was shining through the window. I looked at Dimitri, who was sleeping beside me peacefully, his arm around me. I stroked his cheek and placed a tender kiss on his cheek. He sighed but did not wake up. I pulled his hand away carefully without waking him up and got up. I went to the bathroom and took a shower.

I wrapped the towel around me and walked out of the bathroom. Dimitri was awake. He looked at me from head to toe, his hands under his head.

"Morning." He said huskily.

"Good morning. How are you?" I asked. He looked at me tenderly.

"I am fine. Do not worry. And sorry for last night." He gave me an apologetic look.

Dimitri got up and walked closer to me. He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer, inhaling my scent.

"I like when you smell like me." He murmured, trailing his lips along my neck. I closed my eyes in sensation.

"It..is..your...body shower." I muttered.

Dimitri was still moving his lips along my neck without kissing me. He moved his hands down to my thighs and rubbed them. Then he bit my neck, making me moan.

"Dimitri." I murmured.

He pulled back and kissed my lips. I ran my hand through his hair. He lifted me up, still kissing me passionately. I wrapped my legs around his waist.

Dimitri carried me to the bed and put me on the bed. He leaned over and claimed my lips again while he was removing my towel. He moved his lips down to my breast while he was cupping my other breast. He moved his hand down and pushed his two fingers inside me, making me gasp. I ran my hand through his hair, pressing my head back.

A few seconds later, his tongue joined his fingers. I moaned. He was torturing me with his skillful fingers.

"Dimitri...please...." I murmured, shivering.

"What, kiska? What do you want?" He asked huskily.

"You." I replied.

He smirked at me and got up, taking his clothes off. He grasped my ankles in one hand, pushing my legs up towards my stomach and slammed inside me. I groaned, squeezing the sheet. He was thrusting inside me harder. He was increasing his pace thrust by thrust. I was moaning over and over.

My body trembled as I came, screaming his name out. A few thrusts later, he came inside me. He collapsed beside me. We were breathing heavily. He placed his hand on my cheek.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, panting.

"Wonderful." I murmured, grinning. He smirked at me and placed a tender kiss on my lips.

He got up and put on his sweatpants. I was laying on the bed. Tired and sore, looking at him. And probably, messy.

He looked at me and chuckled. "Get up, my little mess."

He extended his hand towards me, giving me an arrogant smirk. I smiled and held his hand. I got up and put his shirt on. I squeezed my lips together as I felt pain between my legs.

We headed to the kitchen. I was starving.

"Can you still sit?" He smirked at me, self-satisfied with himself.

I raised my eyebrow at him. "I missed your arrogance." I commented, sighing playfully. He laughed happily.

"Come on, eat something. Later, I will help with about your situation." He said, cupping my butt.

After having breakfast, we took a bath together. I felt better. The pain decreased.

I put on my clothes and went to the hotel.

Dimitri's POV

The elevator door opened; Nikolai walked in.

"Hey, my handsome playboy." He greeted playfully, smirking.

"Hey, man." I gave him a side hug.

"Do not say it. Someone can get you wrong. Everybody can not know that you are only jealous of my life." I warned him, smirking arrogantly.

"You got me. But I love my wife with her crazy pregnancy hormones." He stated, smirking. I laughed.

Nikolai was my childhood friend. We were close friends. He and his wife were university sweethearts. They got married six months ago. And they were expecting.

"Who can say you are the same womanizer now?!" I shook my head playfully, smirking. He burst out laughing.

"I will see you, too." He winked at me, smirking.

"Whiskey?" I asked; he nodded.

I poured two glasses of whiskey for us. I handed him the glass while I was sipping my whiskey. I sat down on the couch.

"I saw Alyona today." He informed, sipping his whiskey.

"Hmm."

"You dumped her again?! She asked about you." He said.

"She has been getting on my nerves....Yes, she was good at pissing my father off. But I can not bear her anymore.... And I have another idea in my mind." I confessed, sipping my whiskey.

He shook his head with a disapproving expression.

"How much did pissing your father off cost you?" He asked.

"A little fortune." I replied, giving him a slight grin. He sighed.

"When will you forgive him?" He asked with a serious expression. I sighed.

"Nikolai, do not start again." I warned, annoyed.

I stood up and poured a glass of whiskey for myself.

"Ok, Dima." He said with an annoyed expression.

My phone buzzed. I took my phone. It was Sarah.

'Miss you.'

I grinned.

'Miss you, too, kiska.'

I sent a message to her and put my phone down.

"Is the reason of your stupid grin a woman with slender legs?" Nikolai asked, smirking arrogantly. I smirked at him.

"Not only with slender legs. With brown silky hair, mesmerizing brown eyes and a dazzling smile." I responded, grinning broadly.