The Truth Of The Matter (complete)

Chapter 21

Lyubov' moy has very large hands and very long thick powerful and wonderfully useful fingers, just like his amazing tongue. All of which comes in very handy at times. And he did all of this, with his hand under my shirt, in plain view of the suka in question. As well as everyone else that were gathered around us. (my loves, bitch)

I could see it in their faces, they all thought that he was doing it to be sexy and loving. Which he most definitely was, for me. But he was also doing it to keep me calm for the safety of everyone else around us as well as their continued good health and wellbeing. And to keep me from ripping this disgusting zhopa suka to yeblya shreds right out here in front of all of these humans. And as usual, his touch worked magic on me. But not elemental magic, like the moroi have. Or the magic like we have, thanks to Adele. But the magic of our love, need, desire, longing and passion for each other. (ass bitch, fucking)

He knew just exactly what he did to me and my body, just as I know exactly what I do to him and his truly magnificent body. But we also knew that we would never truly understand how or why we had always and will always react so strongly to each other's touch, love, and presences.

Pretty much since the moment that we met we have had that type of reaction to and connection with each other.

Since even before we met actually, given how my heart, mind and body reacted when I had seen him outside that window.

After loving my neck a little bit more he rested his chin on my shoulder and chuckled in my ear again after I shivered at his touch. He absolutely loved my body's reaction to his touches just as I loved his body's reactions to my own touches.

Athena was still growling at the shlyukha, and neither Dimitri nor I even tried to make an attempt to reprimand or talk her down for it. Quite the opposite actually, Dimitri actually commended and praised her for it. (whore)

"That's such a good strong girl Athena, always protect your mama. That is what we do, we protect our angel, our goddess." Then he scratched her on the head again. And when he did that she almost purred at his touch, just as I often do myself.

"You have no clue just how yeblya dangerously wrong that you are Natasha." Dimitri said as he turned his attention back to stupid Tasha. Instantly dropping the smile that he had given to me and Athena. (fucking)

"Please..." She scoffed disbelievingly. 

I reached up and slowly slid my sunglasses halfway down my nose. And I could feel Dimitri doing the very same thing with his mirrored Ray-Ban aviator sunglasses. Then I looked at her over the rim of my sunglasses, just as I knew that he was.

Tasha and the others all gasped when they saw the revealing red rings around our pupils. But I had captured Tasha's gaze in mine, and she could not look away because I wouldn't allow her to do so.

No matter how yeblya hard that she tried to. She even tried to turn her head, but she couldn't turn it far enough to disengage our locked gaze. (fucking)

"Did you not just hear me call Dimitri my husband, you attempting to be a home wreaking shlyukha?" (whore)

"Yes, I heard you. But I know that you are lying, because my Dimka would never marry someone like you, a blood whore and a slut."

"Wrong yet again, Natasha. Not only is my Roza nothing like how you just described her. Like far more moroi than deserve to yeblya live, describe and think about my Roza." He snarled at the suka. (fucking, bitch)

"And unless you are ready to leave this yeblya earth today. Then I would suggest that the way that you speak to and about my wife from now on changes, quickly. As for being my Roza's husband, it is true, lyubov' moya and I have been married for several months over a year now. We got married eighteen and a half months ago to be exact." Dimitri said as he raised my hand, that had fallen from his hair, which is the hand that wore my wedding band and engagement ring on it and kissed my rings. Before continuing to kiss each of my knuckles, the back of my hand an the inside of my wrist repeatedly. (fucking, my love)