Everything closed off in me. A red haze played in front of my eyes, and I barely restrained myself from standing up and running the fuck away. Building rage, which didn't go away no matter how much I tried, demanded me to fight someone and see blood.
I was so disconnected from everything around me that the gentle touch on my cheek came out of nowhere and snapped me out of my stupor. My eyes traveled back up to the gorgeous vision in pink. I drank in her beauty and aura of serenity only she could provide for me. "Dominic?" Rosa asked softly, and without further words, I grabbed her elbow and sat her on my lap as she gasped in surprise.
The bullshit of three months was over.
I was fucking done waiting around on her. It made me a bastard, maybe.
Made me an unforgivable human being.
Maybe.
But I was fucking done.
"No, I'm not all right. I need you," I whispered harshly, probably scaring her, which would cement her views on not giving me a chance—not that I was going to wait for one.
Rosa studied me then laced her hands through my hair, brought her mouth close to mine, and whispered in it, her lips touching mine in the lightest of caresses, "Okay."
"??????? ??."(Nakonecto)Finally.
After months of wanting, yearning, rejections, and heavy petting sessions, my woman was ready to be claimed and conquered.
Rosa
My arms and legs wrapped around Dominic, while he ground his hips against me, creating a friction I just couldn't get enough of, so I pressed my pelvis as close as freaking possible. With each step he took toward our room in this cozy, Victorian-style decorated inn, it was a mini slice of heaven. His fingers dug painfully into my thighs as we continued kissing deeply, his tongue seeking mine. Nothing existed for me but this man, his smell, just him.
Nipping on his jaw, I murmured, “How do you even know where to go?” He licked along my bottom lip, tugging on it while my nails scratched his back under his white shirt. Why did he have to have on so many clothes? We’d already gotten rid of the jacket, throwing it on the floor somewhere on the way.
“Trust me,” he whispered, and all the questions flew from my mind.
I did. So irrevocably. So truthfully. Romance books just didn't do justice to the intensity one could have for another human who could become so vital to you, to the point you couldn’t imagine your life without him.
He finally reached our room, carried me inside, and closed the door with his foot. The moonlight shone through the balcony French doors, bright enough to see every detail, but not enough to make me feel self-conscious about the moment. His hand fisted my hair while another possessively held my back. “I want nothing more than to push you against the wall and take what belongs to me,” he groaned into my hair. “But I can’t.”
“I’m not stopping you.” Gasping, I shifted my hips firmer against his. God, why had we never done it before?
“Shh,krasavica. I’m in charge tonight.” He walked us to the bedroom and placed me gently on the bed. “Take off your dress. Slowly.”
Gulping, I rose on my knees and removed my dress over my head, leaving me completely naked, since a bra didn't fit the design and panties showed panty lines, which drove me crazy.
His amber eyes ignited, as he growled, “Bare? While countless men danced with you?” Technically only four: Michael, Vitya, my dad, and Connor, but I didn't think clarifying was the best choice at the moment. My sexy caveman just didn't care who. If the person had a penis, he would get jealous.
To reassure him, I whispered, “Nobody matters but you.”
His gaze softened as he ripped open his shirt and removed his belt; his pants came off with one swift movement, and we were both naked. “Lie on your back.”
Frowning, I did what he said, although I wondered why he couldn't have chosen something more adventurous. We had been in this position countless times before. He slid one knee onto the bed, pushing himself up, closing around me like a dome. Placing his hands on either side of my head, he bent down and kissed my neck, brushing his lips over the sensitive spot right under my ear.
Gasping, my body hummed as if lightning struck it. I dug my nails into his shoulders while he trailed lower, murmuring, “Your skin is like silk, soft to the touch, and so delicate.” To prove his words, he bit me lightly and then immediately soothed the sting with his tongue, bathing the place with saliva. “One touch, and everyone knows you’ve been in my bed,” he said smugly.
Shifting lower, he nipped around the cross on my collarbone. “Anytime my eyes land on your neck, it pleases me to know you belong to me. That no one had the privilege of this body before me.” He straddled me, gripping my hips and parting them to allow closer contact with his erection. To his satisfaction, a moan slipped from my lips.
He thumbed my hardened nipples, blowing on them gently. Goose bumps ran through me as he captured one nipple with his mouth, suckling on it as though he were starving. His hands trailed lower to my waist, pressing on it as if he wanted to imprint himself completely into me. He repeated the same action with the other breast, making me arch further into his hold, right before he let go and flipped me over him. A squeal of surprise left me.
“Come here, darling. Ride my tongue.” Such crude words sent a jolt of electricity through me as if someone charged me with a burst of energy. My cheeks heated when he raised my hips higher, and instructed, “Lower your pussy here, Rosa.” He tipped up his lips, and I had no other choice but to obey.
The minute my core connected with his tongue, my skin felt as if tiny little needles were poking into it, antagonizing every nerve in my body as he licked my lower lips, sucked on my clit, and then plunged inside as his thumbs opened me up. Mimicking the act of lovemaking, he pushed it inside, held it still while his fingers ran up and down my thighs, and then pulled back, biting and nipping in the process. Not having much to do with my hands, I palmed my breasts and tweaked my nipples. Combined with his actions, I seriously thought I’d pass out from pleasure.
Then his whole attention focused on my clit as he covered it with his lips and pulled gently at first, then harder, and then finally sucked on it as if he couldn’t get enough of me. The pleasure peak seemed closer and closer, as the familiar sensation took hold of my body, but right before I could reach it, he changed the position.
