With his hand around the back of my head, Dominic held me in place, our lips touching still as he spoke. “It’s just me, Teddybear.”
It was just him. Just Dominic. He wanted me, too, not just his wolf.
Did I really believe that?
The thought slipped out of me when he bit my bottom lip, then sucked it in his mouth until I cried out in pain and pleasure.
From that moment, I was done for. It mattered little what I believed, only what he made me feel.
He thrust his tongue in my mouth hard, and to taste him again after so long was pure bliss. So much better than any fantasy or dream I’d ever had. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up, and my legs wrapped around his hips immediately. I held onto his neck like he was my whole life. His hands on my ass supported me as he moved us away from the pillar and went deeper into the apartment. I was so caught up on his tongue, his lips, his teeth, I didn’t even realize where we were until my back hit something soft. My eyes opened just a little bit to see that I was on my bed. With Dominic. On top of me.
That invisible fire kept burning every inch of my body, even more when I felt his weight on top of me. My legs were still locked around him, but I convinced myself that I could let go of his neck, that he wasn’t going to move away. The way he kissed me, the way he growled, the way he dug his fingers into my back said so. So, I unwrapped my arms from around his neck and pushed the jacket down his shoulders as fast as I could. Too many clothes between us. Way too much space.
He never let me break the kiss as he pulled up one arm, then the other, and let me take his jacket off all the way. Then he slammed his hips onto my center, and I felt every inch of him, hard and thick, to my very bones. I wrapped my legs around him even tighter, never wanting him to move away, and I pulled his shirt off, too. I needed to feel his bare skin. I needed to run my hands over his back the way I’d only ever done once and imagined a million times. His growls filled my head, and he started to move his hands, too. My fingernails dug into his shoulders, and he moaned right into my mouth, making every inch of me vibrate with need. His hand moved down my waist, searching for the hem of my shirt, and I had never before in my life been happier to be braless. His fingers slid under my shirt, grazing my stomach and moving up until he cupped my breast and squeezed tightly. My back arched again, and my head fell back, breaking the kiss, but he slammed his mouth onto mine again violently, as if he couldn’t go a single second without feeling my tongue with his. We moved against each other like we were desperate. His hand pulled up my shirt, tearing it a bit in the process, and I had no choice but to let go of him and raise my arms until it was off me. His bare chest against mine was heaven, so much better than I even remembered. My hands were greedy, running down his back, then up his arms and down his chest again while I bit and sucked on his tongue, and rocked my hips against his.
Still too many clothes. He propped himself up on one elbow and raised his head for a bit, looking down at my body, at my boobs on full display, and he groaned like he was suddenly in pain.
When he dove his head down again, it was like he was on a race to kiss every inch of my skin in the least amount of time possible. The touch of his lips seared me all over, and even though I wanted his mouth on mine again, I also wanted him to keep kissing down my neck and go lower. He kissed his way down to my boobs like he could see into my mind and knew exactly the way I liked it. Or maybe I just liked everything he did.
When his mouth closed around my nipple and he sucked hard, I cried out and my eyes almost rolled in my skull. He pulled himself off me, but I couldn’t complain now, not when he tortured one nipple with his teeth and tongue, and the other with his fingers. He wasn’t gentle—he was a savage, biting until I cried out in pain that only gave more strength to the pleasure. I looked down to see him with my boob in his mouth and the sight of it almost drove me over the edge. I kept rocking my hips up and down, even though he was too far away from me now as he explored my other nipple with his mouth next. My fingers were in his long hair, on the back of his neck, pulling him to me as if I wanted him under my skin completely.
“Dominic,” I called out his name, over and over again, so lost in everything he made me feel I didn’t even remember my own name. He put his hand under me and went lower to cup my ass, making me scream out even before his fingers pressed against my center. He started rubbing me while he sucked on my nipple. I couldn’t make out the words he whispered, though, too busy moving my hips against his fingers over my sweatpants and soaking wet panties. Too much fabric in the way. I wanted to tell him to put his hand under them, but I couldn’t speak.
Until he let go of my nipple and pulled himself up, taking all the heat with him.
“Dominic,” I whispered, a tiny bit panicked, and I tried to get up, too, because I needed my hands on him. But he pushed me back, running his huge hands over my chest, cupping my throbbing breasts, and moving them down my stomach.
“Fuck, Teddy,” he growled, looking down at me with bloodshot eyes, digging his fingers around my waist the way he always liked to do. He sat on his legs right between mine, analyzing me with his eyes and his hands, until he finally reached the waistband of my sweatpants. I pulled up my hips to beg him to move faster, get them off menowso I could feel all of him. So we could be one again, the way I thought I would only ever be in my imagination.
“So fucking perfect,” he muttered under his breath. “Perfectly pink.”
I didn’t even care. I’d take pink as long as he liked it.
He raised my legs and pulled my sweatpants off excruciatingly slowly, as if he couldn’t tell that I could barely breathe without him pressed to me. And my panties—notsexy at all, I might add, just blue with not even a little bit of lace—were sticking to my folds uncomfortably, butthatdidn’t make him hurry up, either. Instead, he ran his hands down my thighs, grunting and growling as he went.
“Dominic,” I begged. “Please.” I needed those things off me, and I needed himinme right now.
But he took his sweet time touching every inch of my skin all around my panties, before he pressed his thumb onto my clit. I thrust my hips up, but he held them back with a hand and continued to move his fingers over my panties like he couldn’t hear the desperation in my voice every time I called his name.
He ran his hands down my thighs and lifted my legs all the way up instead, digging his fingers into my skin but still not giving me what I needed. He kissed my ankles, my calves, and I wasbeggingthat he go lower still, but he didn’t.
“I don’t fucking deserve you,” he growled, his eyes consuming every inch of me still, like he couldn’t get enough of looking at me. And I loved that, except the need for him was driving me insane, and I kept trying to pull him down with my legs, but he resisted. “Look at you, Teddybear. I don’t deserve you.”
“Don’t you dare stop now,” I panted, the thought making me want to tie him to the bed just to make sure he wouldn’t walk away.
But Dominic smiled, and it wasn’t sweet at all. It was dangerous, with a touch of madness, so sexy it made my clit throb without him even touching it.
“No, Teddybear. I’m not going to stop, ‘cuz I’m a selfish bastard,” he said, and his fingers finally slid under my panties. My eyes closed and I cried out when his finger slid up my soaked folds. My hips moved—I was no longer in control of my body at all.
He growled, pushing my legs to the side, then grabbing my panties andtearingthem on the sides within a second. The sound of the fabric coming apart was in my head, and if it had scratched me, I didn’t feel it. I didn’t feelanythingexcept his hands, and then his body over me, chest against my pointed nipples.
“I can’t wait,” he said, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth for a moment.Finally.He couldn’t wait.
But… “I can’t wait. Don’t come, Teddybear,” he said and reached his hand down to guide himself. The tip of his cock pressed against my folds, but it moved up instead of in, taunting me. He pressed it against my clit before going lower again, then up, making me scream. Even though I couldn’t see it, the thought of Dominic with his cock in his hand, playing with my center, had me ready to explode.
“I can’t,” I panted. It wasn’t going to work. I was so ready, so wet, I couldn’t hold myself back if I tried.
“Don’t. Come,” he ordered, biting my bottom lip and finally guiding his tip to my entrance. He thrust himself gently at first, making my head fall back.