He kissed me again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding against mine in a rhythm that made my toes curl. He reached down to the hem of my nightgown and slipped his fingers beneath, skating them across my belly.
I arched into his touch, wanting more.
He took his time, though, exploring every bit of skin he uncovered as he worked my nightgown up and over myhead. His mouth followed the path his hands had taken, kissing my collarbone, the curve of my breast, and the sensitive skin below my ribs.
When his mouth closed over my nipple, my cry of need escaped. He looked up at me through his lashes, satisfaction written across his face.
“You’re smug,” I strangled out.
“I’m thorough.” He switched to the other breast, lavishing the same attention there. “There’s a difference.”
My fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close. The pleasure building inside me felt almost too intense, like I might shatter. But I didn’t want him to stop. Didn’t want to miss a single sensation.
His hand slid lower, his fingers dancing across my hip bone before dipping between my thighs. I was already wet, already needy for him, and when he stroked my clit, I nearly came apart.
“That’s right,” he whispered against my skin. “Just like that, love.”
I wanted to tell him to stop talking and just touch me, but then he started rubbing my clit while his fingers glided inside me, and words became impossible. I could only feel as he brought me pleasure, building it higher and higher until I was trembling beneath him.
“You want more, don’t you?” he said. “Like this.” He plunged more fingers inside me, driving them deep while his thumb continued to circle my clit.
I stopped trying to maintain control and analyze every sensation, and rode along with his touch, spreading my legs wide and pumping my hips up to meet his hand.
Heat roared through me, centering in my core, and I gave way, letting everything loose as the world spiraled through me.
The orgasm stole my breath and made stars shoot across the sky. I was sure of that. Dominic’s touch gentled as the intensity faded to something sweet and warm.
When I could finally focus again, I found him watching me with an expression that made my heart stutter.
“You liked that,” he said. “Watching you give in is incredible.”
“You did all the work.”
“You trusted me.” He kissed me. “That’s everything.”
I reached for the ties of his sleep pants, desperate to give him the same kind of pleasure he’d given me. “My turn.”
His laugh came breathless. “You don’t have to?—”
“I want to.” I pushed on his shoulder until he rolled onto his back, letting me take control. “Let me.”
“Yes, my lovely witch. Please use me in any way you wish.”
I worked his pants down his hips, revealing him inch by inch. He was big, hard, and ready, his body responding to mine in ways that made power surge through me. This man was giving himself to me completely, and there wasn’t anything better than that.
I wrapped my hand around him, loving his heat and the way he sucked in a breath. When I stroked, his hips lifted, his body seeking more.
“Sasha.”
I took my time the way he had, learning what made him groan and what made his hands fist in the sheets. His control was impressive, but I could see it fraying at the edges. Could see the moment when sensation threatened to overwhelm reason.
“Come here.” He tugged me up his body, his handsframing my face. “I need to be inside you. Need to feel you around me.”
Heat flooded through me at the raw need in his voice. “Yes.”
I positioned myself over him, letting him guide me as I sank down.
The sensation of being filled by him stole my breath. He was large, stretching me in ways that bordered on too much, but his hands on my hips held me steady.
