For a moment, he stops moving altogether, and we just stare at each other. Then he releases my hands and rough fingers snake around my back to find the zipper of my dress. I breathe a sigh of relief when thefabric gives, and Dominic’s fingers brush over my bare skin. He takes my mouth again, sliding the straps down my arms. The satin rasps against my skin quietly until it finally lands in a puddle at my feet.
“Fuck.” Dominic hisses through his teeth, taking a step back to look at me in nothing but heels and a lingerie set I didn’t think anyone was going to see tonight. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Sloane. Better than anything I could have ever dreamed.”
This is the second time he’s mentioned dreaming of me, and the words set a thousand butterflies free in my stomach. Their wings flutter madly as my heart pounds in my chest. Before I can speak, he drops down to his knees.
And the sight of him kneeling before me sends a mixture of pleasure and heat dancing down my spine. His face is upturned, and I get to see the dark brown of his eyes turn black. The golden flecks stand out in stark contrast, highlighting his blown pupils and the tender reverence in his gaze. He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to the center of my stomach. A shudder rolls through me. Both of his large hands go to my hips and run over the black lace at my torso.
“Were you going to let him see this tonight?” His eyes are narrowed, showing just how bothered he is by the thought, but his touch is still gentle—infuriatingly so—as I squirm under his ministrations.
“No.”
“Good.” He snaps the garter strap against my thigh and my back arches. The small bite of pain turns my blood into liquid fire. “Does that feel good, angel?”
It does, but I’m not sure why. I’ve never really been into pain with sex, but in the few times I’ve been with Dominic, pain has always seemed to be intertwined with pleasure. The scrape of his teeth against my skin. The snap of the strap against my thigh. The rough pads of his fingers digging into my flesh. It all feels new but so damn good.
“Yes,” I admit breathlessly. “But I don’t—” I search for the words. The right way to tell him that this is new territory for me. That we don’t have to go here if he isn’t into it.
“You don’t know why,” he breathes, his lips moving against my inner thigh. “You don’t have to know, it only matters that you want it. And if there’s something you want—” Dark eyes flick up to mine, alight with danger and desire. “I’m going to be the one to give it to you.”
Lust clogs my throat, preventing me from answering, which is fine because Dominic doesn’t seem to want one. His fingers find the band of my thong and pull it down my legs in one fell swoop. The evidence of my arousal glistens on the thin fabric, and he examines it closely before tossing it to the side. His hands go to my ankle, lifting my left leg and placing it on his shoulder before coming to rest on my ass. He’s holding me in place so he can have an up-close and personal view of the bare skin of my pussy.
He groans, warm breath flowing over the sensitive flesh and making me shiver. “You’re so wet. Who’s all of that for, angel?”
Any other day, in any other situation, I would be annoyed with the question, because he’s only asking to remind me of the thing he’s apparently always known, but I just found out in the bathroom at Reign: my desire belongs to him. I rock my hips forward, trying to force him to come closer to the spot where I desperately need him, but he pulls back and bites my thigh.
“Who is it for, angel?” His fingers dig into my skin with a delicious bite as his nickname for me sets sparks off in my mind. I still haven’t figured out why it feels so familiar. “Sloane…”
His voice has an edge to it, a strain that wasn’t there a second ago, and I realize he needs me to say it. He needs me to tell him how much I want him, and I don’t want to deny him. Not when he’s already given me so much.
“You. It’s all for you.”
A feral growl rips from his throat as he presses his face between my legs and inhales. He stays like that, breathing me in, for a second, and I’m desperate for him to move. My hips churn in tiny circles, and I’m about to beg when he opens his mouth against me, his tongue parting my folds with wet glides that send heat pulsing through my blood.
“Oh God,yes.”
I rock my hips shamelessly into his mouth, meeting every lash of his wicked tongue in hopes of getting that perfect bit of friction on the bundle of nerves pulsating for him. When he finally sucks it into his mouth, my eyes roll back into my head. I put my hands on his broad shoulders while my leg flexes against his back, holding him close to my body even though he shows no signs of ever wanting to leave it.
Dominic releases his death grip on my ass and uses his free hand to hold me open for him. He lashes at my exposed clit over and over again before dipping inside of my soaked entrance.
“Shit,” I hiss. My back arches off the door again, and Dominic uses the one hand he has on my ass to rock me back and forth onto his tongue. He fucks me with slow, shallow thrusts until I’m shaking and crazed, the orgasm building inside my core threatening to tear its way through my body.
I’m so close. One brush of his finger, or lash of his tongue over the swollen bud of nerves Dominic is currently neglecting, away from coming apart on his hand. Every time he pulls his tongue out and pushes back into me again, my walls ripple around him, telling him I’m on the edge.
Dominic pulls back, licking my essence off of his lips before pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. I wiggle my hips, trying to get his mouth back where I need it, and he flashes me a devious grin. “Relax, angel.”
On his last word, he sinks one long, thick finger into me. The look he gives me is scorching hot as he pulls it out and slides it back in accompanied by another. His fingers are huge and brutal in their intrusion. There’sa bite of pain as he pushes deep inside me, stretching me out. It’s the most action I’ve had with another person in years, so it takes me a second to adjust. My nails dig into his shoulder.
“Dominic…oh God. Dominic.”
“It’s okay, angel. I’ve got you.” He plants a soft kiss to my cleft. “Just relax.”
I push out air through my nose and try to follow his instructions. Dominic dips his head down again and gives me a long lick with the flat of his tongue before circling my clit with his lips. Sucking gently and rhythmically while his tongue flutters over the engorged bundle of nerves with a relentless hunger.
Everything in my core starts to tighten. I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing on the orgasm that’s hovering just out of my reach, spurred on by the exquisite fullness his fingers provide when my walls clamp down on them. Pleasure ripples through me when his fingers finally start to move inside of me. Slow glides that have my hips churning, pumping into his mouth with reckless abandon while the open flame inside of me turns into a full-blown inferno.
My orgasm is so close I can almost taste it, and every word from my lips is a plea. More. Harder. Deeper. Faster.Please, Dominic. Please.It’s like my voice belongs to someone else. A mindless woman who’s desperate for the brutal ferocity of the fingers spearing me, the wicked tongue lashing at my clit and lapping up my juices like liquid honey rushing out of me. Dominic pushes in deeper, curling his fingers back so they massage the ridges along the front of my walls with every stroke.
“I’m close. Oh god. I’m so close.”
