“Your heart. It’s racing.”
The sheer nightgown lifted over my midsection. I let out a subtle moan and he responded with a rumble of approval. The fabric tickled my skin during its agonizing crawl, and Dommik savored each morsel of newly exposed flesh.
I gasped as his fingers grazed my navel.
“Tell me to keep going,” he commanded onto my lips.
I wasted no time. “Take it off.”
I stood bare in front of him, save for the black lace panties which left little to the imagination. Warmth swirled in my chest before stampeding down my limbs. It wasn’t the familiar insecurity one might feel the first time they let a new partner see them completely naked. This was pure adrenaline.
“Do you need more instructions?” I cocked a brow at him, wishing he’d set aside this game and just take me already.
“Instructions? No.” He smirked. “I know exactly what to do with you. I just wanted to hear you say it.”
I wanted to roll my eyes. Hadn’t we waited long enough? Weren’t we both vibrating from the idea of being in each other’s arms?
“And you’ll do whatever I say?”
“Enthusiastically, yes.” He lifted his gaze from my breasts and ran a hand through my hair. “And I’ll also stop, without question, if you ask me to.”
The evidence of Dommik’s want pressed against his pants. The pants he didn’t allow me to take off him. Not yet, anyway. The sight of his straining fabric and fangs sent a shiver of excitement straight to the center of me.
Enough of this waiting. He wanted permission? I would give it to him.
“Kiss me,” I breathed.
He smirked as he leaned down. Dommik’s soft lips moved against mine like I had been a long-lost lover and we’d kissed each other thousands of times. Like he’d missed me. It was passionate and consuming. He was earth. He was death. He felt like home.
The way his lips molded into mine made me hungry for more. More of everything to do with him. More of his mouth and tongue across my body, more of his hands exploring every inch of me. But he would not be rushed.
My eager hands roamed his bare chest, tracing and squeezing at the earned muscle beneath.
How? How could he have so much restraint when I could barely contain myself?
“Pick me up,” I commanded into his mouth.
He chuckled in approval before effortlessly lifting me. I locked my legs around his waist and our kiss deepened.
I dropped my head back, giving him access to my neck. He claimed the bare column immediately. The scrape of a fang at my nape made me hiss but I didn’t ask him to stop. No, I returned the feeling. Taking the rolling hill of muscle between his neck and shoulder between my teeth, I bit down. Hard. Something between a groan and growl rumbled from his bare chest to mine and I felt him stiffen further.
My hands claimed his cheeks and guided his mouth to mine before threading my fingers through his hair. I hadn’t commanded it, but he moved us toward the bed.
The mattress sunk under our weight and something primal in me was set ablaze. Dommik was burning with me.
His eager lips claimed my peaked nipple while a thumb rolled over the other. I arched at the sensation, convinced I would combust if I wasn’t given a release soon. He worshipped each breast with his talented tongue until I whined for him to take his pants off.
“Happily,” he said as he descended to my navel.
Featherlight fingertips traced my curves as he kissed and nipped lower and lower. I panted as the fabric of my panties scraped down my thighs and fell away to the floor.
My entire body was throbbing, wanting.
“Reyva, you’ve forgotten the rules.” His hands encouraged my legs to widen for him.
He wanted permission and my frustration boiled over.
“Dommik,” I breathed to the ceiling, my words laced with impatience. “Kiss and lick me. Everywhere. Devour me. Bite me if you want. Just, don’t stop.”
