My hands drop from her jaw, smoothing down the long, elegant curve of her back. I trace the dip of her spine, the flare of her hips, my large hands easily spanning her waist. I lift her slightly, pulling her fully into my lap. She straddles my thighs, the soft, damp heat of her pussy settling directly over my hardening length.
I bite back a curse as the heavy, throbbing ache of my erection strains against my own skin. I just had her. I emptied myself inside her with the ferocity of an animal, yet the physical contact immediately demands more. My dark hunger is completely unyielding when it comes to her.
Sienna breaks the kiss, gasping softly, her forehead resting against mine. Her hands slide over my broad shoulders, tracing the heavy musculature of my arms. "You feel so hard," she murmurs, her hips rocking instinctively against me. "Everywhere."
The involuntary friction sends a bolt of pure, white-hot fire down my spine. I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh to hold her still. "Do not move, Sienna. Not yet."
Her breath hitches, her eyes dark and blown wide, pupils swallowing the hazel irises. "Why?"
"Because if you move right now, I will lay you on your back and tear you apart again," I grind out, my voice thick with absolute lust. "And I want to see you this time. I want to feel every pulse. I want to take my time."
I shift her off my lap, gently laying her back against the pillows. She looks up at me, entirely exposed, her body a pale, beautiful canvas against the dark sheets. I kneel over her, my large frame casting a heavy shadow, completely enveloping her space. I don't want her to see the room. I don't want her to see the reinforced doors or the tactical gear in the corner. I only want her to see me.
I lean down, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the pulse point jumping frantically at the base of her throat. I feel the rapid thump-thump-thump of her heart against my lips. I drag my mouth lower, kissing the slope of her collarbone, then the heavy curve of her breast.
Sienna's hands tangle in my hair, gripping tight. "Dominic," she breathes, her back arching off the mattress.
I take her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the tight, pink peak before sucking deeply. She cries out, a sweet, high-pitched sound that goes straight to my blood. I draw hard, scraping my teeth lightly over the sensitive flesh, my hand moving down to cup her other breast, kneading the soft weight. She is so responsive, her body yielding to my every touch, melting under my complete control.
I trail kisses down the center of her torso, my tongue tracing the faint line past her navel. I part her thighs, my hands gripping her knees and pushing them wide. I settle between her legs.The scent of sex and cedar and sweat hangs between us like a confession, thick and undeniable in the sealed quiet of the suite. I breathe it in.
"Look at me," I command softly.
Sienna's heavy lids flutter open, her chest heaving. She meets my gaze.
"I am going to worship you," I tell her, my voice a dark promise in the quiet room. "I am going to make you forget every single second of your life before I walked into it."
I lower my head, my mouth settling directly over her pussy. She tastes of salt and slick, warm honey. I trace her pussy lips with the flat of my tongue, slow and deliberate, before finding her swollen, hard clit at the top. I draw it into my mouth and suck gently.
Sienna screams my name, her hips bucking off the bed. My heavy hands clamp down on her thighs, holding her firmly in place as I continue to devour her. I use my tongue relentlessly, lapping at her, drinking her wetness, sliding two fingers deep inside her tight, slick pussy. She is so wet, so incredibly responsive. My fingers stretch her, mimicking the thick, heavy thrusts of my cock, curling upward to hit the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside her.
"Please," she sobs, her hands gripping the sheets beside her head, her knuckles turning white. "Dominic, please. I can't. It's too much."
"It's not enough," I murmur against her wet flesh, my breath sending a fresh shudder through her limbs. "Give it to me, Sienna. Shatter for me."
I increase the pressure, my tongue flickering rapidly over her clit while my fingers pump in and out of her dripping pussy. The tension in her body coils tighter and tighter, like a drawn bowstring. She thrashes beneath my hold, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps, until finally, she breaks.
A violent orgasm rips through her. Her internal walls clamp down hard around my fingers, squeezing and pulsing with terrifying strength. She cries out, a prolonged, keening wail that I swallow as I drag my body up the length of the bed and capture her mouth.
I taste her on my own tongue. I kiss her deeply, passionately, as the aftershocks of her climax rock her small frame. Her arms wrap around my neck, clinging to me as if I am the only solid thing in a collapsing universe. And I am. For her, I will be the immovable object.
While she is still trembling, completely undone and pliable, I reach down and grip my own aching cock. I position the thick, blunt head at her soaking pussy.
I pull back just enough to look into her eyes. The hazel is completely blown out, replaced by dark, hazy submission. "You're mine," I tell her. It isn't a question. It isn't a statement. It is a biological fact.
"Yours," she breathes, her lips parted, her chest heaving against mine.
I push my hips forward, burying myself inside her tight, scalding heat in one slow, agonizingly deep thrust. The friction is unreal. She stretches around my girth, her body accommodating my size perfectly. The sensation of her wet, contracting walls gripping my cock nearly pushes me over the edge instantly. I throw myhead back, a harsh, guttural groan tearing from my throat, the muscles in my neck straining.
I withdraw slowly, dragging the thick ridge of my cock along her sensitive internal walls, before sinking back down to the hilt.
Sienna's nails dig into my back, scoring the skin over my shoulders. She wraps her long, pale legs around my waist, crossing her ankles behind me, locking me deep inside her. The intimacy of the hold, the physical absolute of being completely buried inside the woman I am obsessed with, fractures the last remaining piece of my rusted, twenty-year-old armor.
I begin to move. Slow, deliberate, punishingly deep thrusts. With every forward drive, the rhythmic crack of my hips meeting hers echoes off the reinforced glass—a heavy, insistent beat in the sealed dark. I watch her face. I watch the way her lips part on a silent gasp every time I bottom out inside her. I watch the way her brow furrows in pure, overwhelming pleasure. I memorize every micro-expression.
"Dominic," she gasps, her head tossing back against the pillows. "Harder. Please."
Her plea snaps my control. The slow, worshipful pace shatters, replaced by a desperate, pounding rhythm. I hook my hands under her knees, pulling her thighs wider, opening her completely to my assault. I drive into her with the brutal, heavy force of a piston, my hips snapping forward, burying myself so deep I feel it in my own chest.
