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Chapter 15: Dying in His Arms

Chapter 15: Dying in His Arms

Anya’s body felt like it was on fire. Every breath burned in her lungs as Dmitri carried her through the collapsing facility. Her silver hair stuck to her sweat-dampened skin, and her crimson eyes were losing their usual fire. The virus Viktor had injected into her was spreading fast. Her thick thighs trembled against Dmitri’s arm, and her full breasts rose and fell rapidly beneath the torn tactical shirt.

"Dmitri..." she whispered weakly, her voice barely audible over the explosions and gunfire still echoing around them. "It hurts... so much..."

Dmitri’s silver eyes were wild with panic and rage. The feared Pakhan, the man who felt nothing for years, now looked completely broken. He held her tighter against his powerful chest, his heart hammering as he ran toward the exit.

"Stay with me, malishka," he growled, voice cracking. "Do not you dare leave me. I will find the cure. I swear on my blood I will save you."

His men cleared a path, shooting down the last of Viktor’s enhanced soldiers. The moment they reached the armored convoy, Dmitri jumped into the back seat with Anya still in his arms. He barked orders at the driver while gently laying her across his lap.

"Drive! Get us back to the mansion now!"

As the vehicle sped through the dark Moscow streets, Dmitri tore open her shirt and pressed his hand to her burning skin. Her body was too hot. The virus was accelerating.

"I need you to stay awake for me baby," he murmured desperately. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, pouring all his fear and obsession into the kiss. Anya kissed him back weakly, her soft lips trembling.

Even dying, her body still reacted to him. A small whimper escaped her when his hand slid between her thighs, cupping her soaked pussy.

"You are still wet for me," he whispered against her mouth, voice thick with pain and lust. "Your greedy little cunt knows who it belongs to. Fight for me Anya. Fight so I can fuck you again."

He pushed two thick fingers inside her slowly, curling them gently while rubbing her swollen clit with his thumb. Not to make her cum, but to keep her awake, to give her something to focus on besides the pain.

Anya moaned softly, her hips twitching weakly. "Dmitri... please..."

"That’s my good girl," he praised, kissing down her neck and sucking on one of her heavy breasts. He licked and bit her nipple while fingering her soaked heat, trying to distract her from the virus ravaging her body.

By the time they reached the mansion, Anya was barely conscious. Dmitri carried her straight to the medical wing, shouting for his doctors. They hooked her up to machines and started pumping her full of every stabilizing drug they had.

But it was not enough.

"The virus is too aggressive," the head doctor said nervously. "Without the cure... she has hours, maybe less."

Dmitri’s roar of fury shook the entire room. He grabbed the doctor by the collar. "Then find something! Anything!"

He stayed by Anya’s side the entire time. When the doctors stepped out to run more tests, Dmitri climbed onto the medical bed with her. He stripped off his bloody clothes and pulled her naked body against his.

"I am here baby," he whispered, sliding his thick cock slowly into her wet heat. He did not fuck her hard. He made love to her gently, deep sensual strokes while holding her close. "Feel me inside you. Remember who you belong to."

Anya moaned weakly, her arms wrapping around his neck. "I feel you... so full... so good..."

Dmitri rocked into her slowly, kissing every inch of her burning skin. He drank small careful sips from her neck, hoping her blood would give him some clue or strength to fight the virus. Every taste made his cock throb harder inside her.

"You are mine," he growled against her ear. "No virus is going to take you from me. I will burn the entire world if I have to."

He brought her to a gentle orgasm, holding her as she trembled and whimpered his name. Then he filled her with his cum, staying buried deep inside her as if his seed could somehow fight the poison.

Hours passed like this. Dmitri refused to leave her side. He fucked her gently multiple times, ate her pussy when she was too weak to move, and whispered filthy possessive promises in her ear to keep her fighting.

"You are going to live so I can fuck this perfect cunt every single day," he murmured while slowly thrusting into her. "I am going to fill you with my babies. You are going to wear my ring and my marks for the rest of your life."

Anya smiled weakly, her crimson eyes fluttering. "Promise?"

"I promise malishka."

But her condition worsened. Her fever spiked dangerously high. The doctors looked grim.

Dmitri was losing his mind.

In a moment of desperate rage, he stormed into his private lab and started going through every sample Viktor’s men had left behind. One small hidden vial caught his attention. It was labeled differently from the others.

He brought it to the doctors. They tested it quickly.

"It is not the full cure," one doctor said, "but it is an inhibitor. It can slow the virus down significantly. Maybe buy us more time."

Dmitri did not hesitate. He injected Anya with it himself.

Within minutes her fever dropped slightly. She opened her eyes and looked up at him with more clarity.

"Dmitri..."

He kissed her fiercely, relief flooding his body. He climbed back onto the bed and slid into her again, fucking her with renewed desperate hunger.

"You are not dying on me," he growled pounding into her soaked pussy. "You are going to live and I am going to ruin this tight little cunt every single night for the rest of our lives."

Anya moaned loudly, her strength returning just enough to wrap her legs around him. They fucked hard and raw, pouring all their fear and love into each other. Dmitri drank from her breast while slamming deep inside her, the combination of blood and pleasure pushing them both over the edge.

They came together screaming each other’s names.

But as they lay panting in each other’s arms, one of Dmitri’s lieutenants burst into the room.

"Pakhan! We found something in Viktor’s secondary lab. There is another person like Anya. Another Blood Carrier. A woman named Elena. Viktor was keeping her hidden. She might have natural immunity or even the key to a real cure."

Dmitri’s silver eyes sharpened.

"Where is she?"

The lieutenant hesitated. "She is being held by another rival family. The Orlovs. They want to make a deal... but they are demanding something big in return."

Dmitri looked down at Anya, who was breathing easier now but still weak.

He kissed her forehead and stood up, his naked muscular body covered in sweat and her marks.

"Prepare the car," he ordered. "We are going to meet the Orlovs. And if they try to keep Elena from me, I will slaughter every last one of them."

Anya reached for his hand weakly. "Be careful..."

Dmitri leaned down and kissed her deeply. "I will come back to you soon malishka. And when I do, I am bringing the real cure."

As he dressed and left the room, Anya watched him go with a mixture of love and fear.

But deep in the shadows of Moscow, the Orlov family was already preparing their own trap. They had no intention of simply handing over Elena.

And unknown to Dmitri, the virus inside Anya was mutating faster than the inhibitor could handle.

Her time was still running out.