I checked on Dominique before I left. She was sleeping peacefully. You chose well, brother. I hope you appreciate her and care for her the way she does for you. As much as you deserve it, so does she.
Ronan set the note to the side, moving to the bed. Dominique had turned over, her back to him, but the steady rate of her breaths told him she was still asleep.
Moving silently, Ronan stripped his boots, shirt, and pants from his body and walked to the bed. With a wave of his hand, he removed Dominique’s dress with magic. He disliked draining his power on mundane tasks like dressing and undressing or transporting himself from one place to another, but today, it felt necessary.
His body and mind fatigued, Ronan climbed into bed behind Dominique, scooting his body closer until his chest was pressed against her back, and his legs and hips were curved around hers. When they were touching as much as possible, he wrapped an arm around her and buried his face in her hair.
Inhaling the warm, sultry scent of her hair and skin, he let himself follow her into slumber.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Hands moved over her skin,waking her. Dominique shifted beneath the touch, her blood beginning to hum with arousal. A low sound escaped her mouth as her head tilted back, coming into contact with a firm shoulder.
Arms wrapped around her, holding tightly, as they rolled until she lay on her back on top of a hard male body. Palms cupped her breasts through her bra, shaping them for a moment before the lace cups were pulled down to reveal her tight nipples. Dominique pressed her thighs together as sure fingers rolled and tugged at the tips of her breasts. Knees came up between hers, and he used his legs to part her thighs, opening her wide.
One of those clever hands smoothed down her abdomen to the waistband of her panties, the tips of his fingers dipping beneath the lace. He stopped there, lightly stroking the skin above her pubic hair as he continued to play with her nipples.
Dominique lifted her hips, but his fingers remained where they were, ignoring her silent invitation.
“Ronan,” she moaned.
A low sound rumbled from his chest, vibrating against her back, and those fingers moved straight down, slipping over her swelling clit, and dipping into her body. Dominique gasped atthe sudden intrusion, her hips arching as those two fingers pressed deeper inside her.
One of her hands flew back, fisting in his hair, and the other landed on the back of his fingers as he plucked her nipple.
He removed his fingers from inside her, moving them up to pinch her clit between them. She moaned again as he began to tug and rub her clit the same way he was her nipple. The hard ridge of his cock nudged her ass as his mouth traced the top of her shoulder.
Dominique couldn’t think, only feel, as he continued to touch her, playing with her breasts and clit until she was writhing on top of his body, grinding her hips back into his erection.
“Are you going to come for me, Princess?” Ronan asked, his words low and rough against her throat just before he bit the tendon on the side of her neck.
She nodded, moaning at the sharp edge of his teeth on her flesh.
“Are you going to take my cock like a good girl?” he continued, sucking lightly at her throat at first, then harder when all she did was nod again. “Answer me out loud,” he demanded.
“Yes!” she cried, opening her legs wider as he began to rub slow circles over her clit. A reward for doing what he said.
The hand at her breast moved down and the fingers on her clit vanished, causing her to whimper in desperation. Then, in two strong tugs, he tore the delicate lace on each side of her hips and ripped the panties from her body. He shifted beneath her, his hand moving between their bodies and his knuckles brushing her ass.
A moment later, the thick head of his cock pressed against her opening before slowly surging inside. The fingers of one hand returned to her clit, playing with the pulsing bundle of nerves as his other hand fisted in the back of her hair.
Using his hold on her hair, Ronan turned her face toward his. His lips captured hers, his tongue tracing her bottom lip before using his teeth to gently bite it. He kept kissing her as he drew slow, firm circles around her clit. His cock pulsed inside her, but he didn’t move his hips, just held himself deep.
Dominique writhed on his body, trying to get the friction she needed to push her over the edge.
“Nuh-uh,” Ronan said, releasing her mouth long enough to bite down on the top of her shoulder.
Then, he spanked her clit. Just hard enough to sting. A throb went through her body, and her pussy contracted around his cock. Ronan groaned against her shoulder before lifting his hand and doing it again. Dominique tried to snap her knees together at the intense sensation, but his legs kept hers spread wide. She didn’t mean to do it, but Dominique yanked at his hair as her body burned. She couldn’t tell if she was going to come or if she wanted to scream at him to stop because it was too much. Before she could decide, his fingertips settled on her pussy again.
A tremor ran through her when he began circling the tingling bundle of nerves again, harder this time.
“I think you like it when I spank your clit, Princess. Do you?”
She couldn’t form words to answer him. Her entire focus was centered on the sensation of his fingers on her pussy and the hard length of his dick inside her.
“Answer me,” he demanded, giving her another quick smack.
“I don’t know,” Dominique sobbed, her head thrashing on his shoulder.
