“That’s not true. You do so much for me, Arin. Having you here, raising our daughter… You’re my motivation to come out of this alive.”
“You better give them hell.”
“I promise you, I will.”
She tilts her head up and brushes her lips against mine, the look she gives me full of hope and anguish. I deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue over hers to savor her taste. Arin clings to me like a lifeline, moaning softly as hunger claims us at the same time. When she pulls away, there’s a dark glint in her eyes.
“Let’s play hide and seek,” she murmurs against my lips. “Will you count to sixty for me?”
I smirk. “What are you plotting?”
“You’ll see. Start counting.”
Chapter 25
Arin
He knows exactly where to find me, lying against the soft sheets of his bed in nothing except the see-through ruby red lace set I made special just for him. We’re both ravenous by the time he shrugs off his clothes, unable to keep our hands off one another.
“Come here, amore,” he says, voice husky and low.
He pulls me toward him as his only object of desire. Dominic makes an appreciative sound, part growl and part hum as he allows his eyes to sweep over my body. Possessive and territorial, yet that’s the least intimidating thing about him. What I find overwhelming is the softness in his gaze, like I’m something precious and irreplaceable.
What we have is more intense than love—closer to worship. There’s no need to say anything because everything we have to say is in the way we look at each other. Two halves of an unlikely whole, sometimes it feels like we were always destined to be.
He kisses me like it’s the first time and the last, like a starved man placed in front of an endless buffet. Dominic’s large hands roam my body, peeling away lace like he’s unwrapping a gift on Christmas morning, the contents too fragile and sacred to mishandle.
He presses a flutter of light kisses against the crook of my neck while I rake my fingers through his thick hair. We fit together so perfectly, molding to each other’s shapes with ease. Dominic’s touch ignites my skin, soft fire trailing wherever his fingers dance across my body. I hold him close, the throbbing heat between my legs impossible to ignore any longer.
“Please,” I rasp. “Dominic, I need you.”
He reaches down to the apex of my thighs, stroking his fingers over my folds. “I can tell, cuore mio. Come here and sit on my face.”
My cheeks flush with warmth. “W-what?”
“Did I stutter? Come, sit on my face.”
He settles on his back with his head against a pillow as I crawl into position, carefully parting my thighs so my knees are on either side of his head. I hold on to the headboard for stability, the butterflies in my stomach fluttering like crazy.
“Are you sure this is okay?” I ask. “I’m not too heavy, am I?”
He doesn’t bother responding with words. Instead, Dominic enthusiastically grabs me by the thighs and pulls me down to his mouth, moaning as he works me over with his wicked tongue. He teases me senseless, my knees shaking as bursts of pleasure sweep through my veins. All I can do is throw my head back and moan, the climax hitting me so hard and fast I almost lose my balance.
Dominic redoubles his efforts, sucking on my sensitive clit in the hopes of having me unravel all over again. It’s almost too much; every single one of my nerve endings is on fire. But I trust him. I trust him more than anyone else in the world. Dominic can have whatever he wants. My body, my pleasure,everything.
He brings me right back to the edge where ecstasy meets insanity. My breathing is rapid and shallow, my heart hammers in my ear, and I grip the headboard for dear life as I plead, “Dominic, please, slow down! You have to slow down or I’m going to—”
He doesn’t listen to me, but I’m glad he doesn’t. A brilliant warmth erupts deep within my core, sparks of pleasure arcing through my veins. There isn’t a single inch of my body that doesn’t crave more, overwhelming pleasure whiting out my mind.
Dominic lifts me off his face with ease, licking his lips with a devious grin. “Sounds like you enjoyed yourself. Do you need a little break?”
I nod slowly, struggling to catch my breath.
He chuckles. “Too fucking bad.”
He moves like a viper, strong arms wrapping around me. I feel like a doll in his care, physically light and willing to submit to his every whim. Before I know it, he’s on top of me, kissing me like it’s the only thing either of us knows how to do.
Dominic presses into me, his throbbing cock stretching my walls as he buries himself deeper and deeper. It’s almost enough to knock the air from my lungs, the tiny sound that escapes me immediately swallowed by his hungry lips. It isn’t long before he starts rocking his hips, snapping into me at a cadence that’s both fast and strong. When the head of his cock sweeps over my sweet spot, I nearly lose my mind.