A man who pulled me to his chest long ago.Tell me a story, Inana.
A man who used those same stories against me later.You were always a sinner.
“What’s wrong?” Dominic’s warm hand comes to my cheek, and every thought flees my mind, drifting away until I can’t recall what put the worried expression on his face.
“Nothing,” I say, wrapping my arms around his waist. “How about I sing you a song instead?”
He pulls back and lifts my chin until our eyes meet. “Let’s make it a duet.”
The hunger in his eyes stokes a fire deep inside me. There’s nothing I want more than to make music with our sighs. So I claim his lips with mine, and he meets them eagerly. I angle my head, deepening our kiss. When I part my lips, his tongue sweeps in, caressing mine in slow, seductive motions.
Want sparks between my legs, and I roll my hips.
Dominic smiles against my mouth, then breaks our kiss, rolling me onto my back. He pulls away slightly, his fingertips grazing my cheek, my bottom lip, then trailing down my neck. His eyes dip, drinking in the sight of my peaked nipples. I arch my back as his hand skates from my neck, down to my chest, circling the curve of my breast before cupping it fully. He watches my nipple harden between his fingers and I go slick with arousal at the sight of him biting his lower lip, his sharp canine nearly puncturing his skin.
Gods, I’m dizzy with desire as he continues to circle my nipple.
A soft whine leaves my lips when he releases my breast, but I’m satisfied with the direction his hand moves next, smoothing over my stomach and down, down, down, to the curls that dust my mound. I slowly part my knees in invitation, spreading myself wide for him. He releases an appreciative moan, then grips my knee, parting my legs farther. I rock my hips again, so ready for him to touch me, to sate the growing want that’s burning hotter and hotter by the second.
“Such greed,” he says with a wicked smirk, then lowers his lips to mine. Our kiss doesn’t linger this time, and he soon leaves my mouth to glide his tongue over my other nipple. I cry out, panting as he draws slow circles with his fingers up the inside of my thigh, closer and closer to where I want him to be. I feel like I’ll explode if he doesn’t touch me soon. Like everything around us will burst into particles of golden dust and I’ll be left on the brink of want for the rest of my existence.
Hell indeed.
“Touch me,” I whine, shifting my hips as his hand finally trails to just outside my mound. He freezes, both the hand at my sex and the mouth over my breast. I open my eyes and stare down at him with ahateful glare. He holds my gaze as his tongue hovers just over the tip of my nipple. I arch my back, meeting his tongue the rest of the way, and he gives in, suckling me. “Bastard,” I bite out. “Touch me already.”
“What do you say, sinner?” He slides his fingers outside my entrance, painting my folds with my slick arousal without entering my aching core. Then he drags his thumb up and around my clit but doesn’t give me the pressure I need.
I groan in my impatience, rolling my hips to meet his hand, to silently beg for the friction I want. Fuck, why can’t I feel the friction?
“What do you say?” he repeats. “I want to hear you beg.”
He presses down the slightest bit, rolling his thumb over my clit for all of a heartbeat. It isn’t enough. Not nearly enough. Yet somehow pleasure courses through me. A frustrated, agonized pleasure that needs release. Friction. Gods, I hate this man.
Yet I want him.
Need him.
I give in to his demand. “Please,” I say through strangled, panting breaths. “Touch me, please.”
“Good girl.” He slides his fingers down my sex. Fuck, it feels good.
But it still isn’t enough. There’s something…missing. Something I can’t quite reach. Why is he holding back?
“Please,” I cry out again. “Dominic!”
His name leaps from my throat in a way that feels different from every other word I’ve said. From every moan and whine I’ve made over the last several minutes. Maybe it’s the way silence echoes in its wake that makes it so strange. Or the way my eyes fly open to find dark stone where a second ago there was golden light.
And that’s how I find myself awake and grinding my ass against Dominic’s rock-hard erection.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Inana
My heart races while I gather my bearings.
Several things dawn on me at once…and all of them are about Dominic.
He’s naked.
