“Dom, please.” Beads of sweat trickle down my spine while the sound of his fingers gliding in and out of me fill the air. “Please.”
“Say it, Sloane.”
He dips his head, dark eyes locking on mine as he sucks my clit into his mouth with ruthless precision. My thighs clamp down around him. They’re quivering and weak from his ministrations, but I’m desperate to keep him here. To hold him hostage until I fall over the edge of the cliff he’s dragged me to.
Dom lets me keep him there for a few seconds. Happy to feed into the illusion that I have any power over him just so he can be the one to shatter it with a quick shift of his shoulders and a beatific smile on his stupidly handsome face.
“Say. It.”
“You know that I am…”
“I. Need. To. Hear. It.”
Each word is punctuated by a curl of his fingers and a jolt of pleasure zipping down my spine. I’m ready to fall apart around him. To detonatelike the most lethal bomb. To say anything just to plunge into the ocean of sweet relief. And the bastard knows it too.
I shake my head furiously. Trying to resist the urge to obey the command skating across my skin as tears leak from the corners of my eyes. Dom lowers his head back to my body, raining soft kisses down my belly. And it’s those gentle presses of his lips that break my resolve. I last all of five seconds before my lips part.
“I’m yours.”
The words slip past my lips so easily I wonder why I even bothered to fight saying them at all, but then I remember being owned and acknowledging that ownership are two very different things. And of course, there’s the issue of our deadline and the million and one things that will make Dom’s name etched in my heart look insignificant in comparison.
None of it matters right now though. Right now, I can pretend like my world begins and ends with the growl ripping from Dom’s chest, no doubt prompted by my words, and the sensation of his fingers twisting in and out of me at a breakneck pace.
“Oh God. Yes, Dom. Yes!”
My walls clamp down on him. A fresh wave of heat washes over me, and then I’m falling. Finally falling over the edge of the cliff I’ve been dangling from for ages. I arch off of the bed and scream, but the sound is swallowed by Dom’s mouth when he moves up the bed to cover my body with his.
He’s all gentle touches and whispered praise as I come back down to earth, cradled in his arms with the flared tip of his dick nudging against my entrance.
Chapter 26
Dominic
Now
Sloane Kent is going to be my undoing.
When I die and have my soul damned straight to hell, I’ll know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the determining factor wasn’t being too much like my bastard of a father, stealing five dollars from my mom’s purse to buy candy on the way home from school, or cheating on a spelling test in fifth grade. Hell, it won’t even be the time I stood beside my best friend in the whole wide world and watched him marry the woman we both loved.
No, it’ll be for this moment right here.
Nine o’clock on a Thursday night in September, with my dick nestled between her legs, her juices running down my fingers, and the admission I pried from her body with my own ringing in my ears.
Yeah, this is the moment.
Because this is the point of no return, and even though I know it, Sloane doesn’t have a clue. She’s all wide-eyed and breathless. Her pussyalready throbbing for me, clenching like mad to try and pull me in.
A good man would warn her. He would explain to her that as soon as she takes the first inch of his dick into the welcoming heat of her body, he’s never letting her go. But I’m not a good man. I’m the bastard who’s been waiting a lifetime for this moment. The one who’s too afraid of scaring her to fully explain the gravity of the situation. The one hoping like hell the constant reminders that she belongs to him will suffice. The one who’s going to walk into hell with a smile because he’ll get to relive the heat of this moment for eternity.
“Oh please, Dom,” Sloane begs, rocking against me like she didn’t just have an orgasm.
I brush my nose across hers. “What do you need, angel of mine?”
“You,” she says in a breathless whisper. “I need you.”
I lift up a little, balancing my weight on my forearms, so she can breathe. “You’ve got me, baby.” Dipping my head down, I drop a kiss to her mouth and nearly bust at the sight of her licking her essence off of her lips. “Tell me what else you need.”
“I need this, Dom.” She lifts her hips a little, capturing a bit of my tip inside of her. We both moan. “Please, I’m ready. I’m so fucking ready for you.”
