Betrothed (currently being edited)

Chapter 80-The Eiffel Tower

We had an amazing dinner at a little cafe right down from our hotel and then Dimitri grabbed my hand and started walking towards the Eiffel Tower.  My heart was in my throat as we rode up the elevator.  I walked to the railing and just stood speechless at how beautiful the view was.  I felt Dimitri take my hand and as I turned to look at him, he pulled out a long rectangular black velvet box and opened it in front of me.  It was a stunning diamond tennis bracelet!  Looked to be about a half of a carat for each diamond and set in platinum.  I was stunned as he fastened it on my wrist.  I placed both hands on his chest, looking up into his amazing eyes and asked him to kiss me.  It was a beautiful and passionate kiss and it left me dizzy.  "I don't even know what to say.  'Thank you' seems so trite.  It's beautiful; I love it and I totally love you" I said kissing him again.  "Your numbers and scenarios blew the investors away.  I have already received phone calls from all of them saying they are in.  You make everything I have to do seem so much more attainable now.  I never realized how hard I worked by myself, you have been a Godsend, Car" his declaration left me reeling.  I've never felt such love and adoration before and I would strive everyday to make sure I was worthy of it and him.

I had discarded my shoes as we started walking back to our hotel room, carrying them and my clutch in one hand and holding Dimitri's in the other.  We walked in silence as we both had our own thoughts carrying us to different places when we stumbled upon a street vendor selling flowers.  Dimitri asked the vendor in French for a bouquet of lilies.  I stood there with my mouth open; my husband spoke French?  Holy shit and it sounded so hot! He handed me the flowers as I stood there looking at him like he'd grown two heads. "What?" he asked grinning. "Really?" I said with my hands on my hips. "How come it is that we've been married almost three months and I never knew you spoke the language of love?" He just shrugged. "What other languages do you speak?" I demanded. "Italian and German" he answered. "Holy shit" I muttered under my breath as he handed me the flowers. "Merci" I said back. He turned to look at me and said "Parle vous Francais?" he asked. "Oui" is all I said.  I started laughing at his expression.  "It would seem that we are still learning about each other, no?"  I nodded as we walked into our hotel.

Marco did his thing and gave us the all clear, said goodnight and disappeared into his suite. "Do you want a drink?" Dimitri asked as I stepped onto the balcony. "Please" I answered. He came to me with two glasses of red wine, we toasted and drank, it was very good, strong but good. I could see losing all inhibitions after a couple of glasses and I think that's where Dimitri's mind was going. We talked and drank and laughed, I loved him so much I couldn't imagine my life without him. I'd already had a small taste of what that would be like and I didn't want any part of it. He put his glass down and stood in behind me, running his long finger down my spine to where my dress began just above my ass. I could feel him tracing my tattoo and it sent shivers down my spine. I could feel him move my hair to one side and pulling my dress from my shoulders to fall to the floor leaving me naked. "Everything here pales in comparison to you Car" he said brushing his lips against my naked skin. I turned around to face him, unbuttoned his dress pants and pulled out his dress shirt and got it undone and pulled it off to join my dress on the floor. He was naked from the waist up, his beautiful body hard and muscled; I stepped to him stretching my arms up and around his neck so he could feel my breasts rub his body.

"You are so sexy" he whispered as he carried me to our bed and set me on my knees. I unzipped his pants and he pulled them off as he joined me in bed.  I ran my hands up his smooth skin and encircled his neck with arms, kissing him sensually, giving him plenty of tongue.  "I want you Mikhail" I begged.  "Where?" he demanded.  I took his hand and moved it towards my sex and said in my sexiest voice "Here."  He slipped his long finger inside me, teasing and tempting my body as he circled my clit.  "Oh God" I breathed, throwing my head back as he went for my neck. He gently laid me on my back and positioned himself between my legs, kissing me as he entered me. "Sweet fuck" he gritted throwing his head back and grinding his hips into me. He moved my ankles to his shoulders as he thrust using long strokes and fucking me slow. "Dimitri please" I begged. "What baby? Tell me" he urged. "Your cock, it feels so fucking good in me" she panted. He loved when she talked dirty, it turned him on. He was picking up speed listening to her moan and pant and calling his name. She turned him on fiercely. "Baby make me come!" she called out begging for release. Sweat had formed on their bodies as he put her legs down and closed the distance between them. "You feel so fucking fine" Dimitri panted as he was getting close. She reached down between them to stimulate herself; that did the trick as she fell gloriously quickly followed by his orgasm. "Jesus who needs cardio with all this sex" Dimitri said breathing heavy and falling to his back. "See I am good for your health" Carina joked. He scoffed. "Bath?" she asked as he nodded. Paris was definitely the city of love!