I don’t doubt her. She has a beautiful clear, loud voice andshe has made it abundantly clear what she wants. I also have the added insight of our flickering bond allowing me to feel her emotions while I see them on her face. And right now, all I see and feel is her wonder, hunger, and power.
Her fingers bury into my shirt before they rip the rest of the buttons off as she tears it open. My hand hooks under her ass, and I make sure to keep very intentional in the way I move and the way I touch so she is present and not distracted by memories. Standing, I slide her down my body, though she wraps her legs tight around my sides, pressing as much of herself against me as possible.
“You’re testing my control, Amore Mio.”
“What does that mean?”
I grin. “Amore Mio is Italian for my love.”
She rolls like a cat in my arms, rubbing her face over mine. “That’s the idea. I want you to know how much I want to be yours, Dominic.”
I sink to my knees as she undresses me. She presses her face to my chest, scent marking me. It’s an entirely different feeling having an Omega scent mark you as opposed to an Alpha—it’s not more intimate or deeper, it is just different.
And then in her exploration she comes across the scars. Bite marks from Hendrix and Ryder, silvered by age. I don’t need to explain them, nor who they are from, and when her tongue trails along edge, fire races up my spine as she ignites my desire to fever pitch.
“Jesus, Simona, each of your touches reverberates through me. Look at you, already knowing how to pleasure me. I’m going to enjoy teaching you exactly what I like.”
She lets her legs go from around my waist, intentionally dragging her nails down my chest as she sinks to the floor. I stand, knees locked, still letting her guide our pace. Of course I keep watch, waiting in case she changes her mind but there’s no shake in her hands as she reaches for my belt, andconfidence burns in her eyes. Her gaze flits from watching me to focusing on undoing both the belt and the buttons until my pants hang open.
She falters, perhaps coming face to face with how much I want her. Her eyes fly back to mine, and for the first time, I see her fear.
“Take my cock in your hand, baby. You did that. I’m already lost to your touch.” I talk to keep her with me and not a prisoner of her past. And it’s only a handful of words she needs. When she looks at me next, her smile is wider, her desire more obvious.
“How did you know?” she asks while also tugging my pants down, boxers and all, until my cock falls free.
Simona moves like she has been mine forever. With no hesitation she bobs down lower before dragging the thick of her tongue up my length. Her eyelashes flutter as she tastes me—I’ve never seen anything more erotic, nor beautiful.
I falter. And she is very much the reason for that loss of composure. Falling forward to rest my hands on my desk, I spread my legs, bending at the knee so she has better access to do what she wants.
Instead of staying up near the tip of my dick, she smirks and dips down to take one of my balls in her mouth. My knees shake so hard, I gouge nail marks in my desk in an attempt not to drop down. When she moves to suck on the engorged edge of my knot, I admit defeat.
With one hand my fingers dig encouragingly through her hair, moving her focus back to my cock. I’m entrapped by those sapphire eyes, unable to do a thing as she opens her mouth, moaning in delight even before I’ve slid an inch in.
I see everything in her eyes, and she lets me see it all. There are no shields or walls between us, and it scares me how she’s managed to get past my defences. It terrifies mereally. Making me worried she’ll be left disappointed once her lust is sated.
Her eyes crease, and she sits back on her heels, demanding an explanation.
I realise how alike we are. I had nothing in place to keep my own trauma from stealing from us. It happened a long time ago when I was a different Alpha, ruined by an asshole, but trauma that deep stays with you, and she saw it all.
“My father. Not you. He is responsible for a lot of bad memories. One day you’ll have to listen while I tell you the whole sordid tale. You get all my secrets now.”
And the doubt that had crept into this special moment morphs into a pledge, a promise. She smiles softly, tentatively, as her small fist wraps around my cock. “Together we should make better memories then.”
“Yes, we should.”
And then it’s her turn to hesitate. Her voice is tentative, but she doesn’t hide her fear. “I’ve never been knotted, Dominic. What if you’re disappointed?”
Leaning forward, I grip her chin before I drag my cock back to her lips. Wiping my scent and beading arousal on to them. Making it unnecessary for us to use words.
Sinking to my knees, I undress her this time taking my time to taste each inch of her I bare. I make her shiver and giggle in eagerness; I manage to make her panting breaths come faster. I sit back once I have removed all her clothes, needing to sear her spread out in front of me in my memories forever. Like she said, we’re making better memories together and seeing her naked for the first time is a big one.
I’m not enchanted; I’m enamoured.
“I wish Hendrix was here. Only he would be able to properly capture what I see. I’d hang the photo of you on a surface in my bedroom, my office, every room in every house we own,” I confess as I crawl over her legs before dipping down,purposely avoiding her pussy because that is a honey trap for sure. Full of sticky goodness.
My tongue circles her bellybutton, making her whine and I chuckle against her skin when I make the sound change as I bite one ofhismarks. Intentionally, I leave a hickey on her skin until my claim is brighter. She makes it impossible for me to question whether I did the right thing. Her body undulates as she reaches for me, so I find the next one. A few more love bites have her scent sweetening so much that I know her slick is coating her thighs.
Under my desk, in the nest I made for her, Simona’s desire becomes a ravenous beast. Her arm circles around my neck, making it hard for me to move, but she can. And she does. She bends herself in half, planting her feet up on the underside of my desk before letting me go.
