Eyes like the sea under the darkness of a new moon stared up at me.
I’d heard what I’d said. And I’d meant it.
Bite me.
“Here,” he said, delicately kissing the inner part of my thigh. “This is my favorite place to drink from.”
I squirmed as phantom faces of other women invaded my mind. Partners from his past that had been recipients of his pleasure.
But my jealousy evaporated when his tongue met my center, splitting me in half. My eyes rolled back at the contact.
He repeated the motion once more, increasing his pressure but not his pace. “But I don’t start there.”
I gasped as he pushed two thick fingers into me. He hummed in wicked approval when he found my body was more than ready.
“No, you’ll come for me first. At least once.”
Dommik slid into me again, curling his fingers against a place that made me clasp my own hand over my mouth to stifle a moan.
Praise fell from my lips as he continued his sinful exploration on the most sensitive parts of me. He timed the motions together, working his fingers and tongue inside and against me in a ceaseless rhythm.
Dommik didn’t shy away as I lifted my hips, meeting his strokes. In fact, he pulled me, encouraged me. I gripped the sheets, hypnotized by his lustful glare between my thighs, as sparks began to build. Waves of pleasure mounted until I reached the crest and shattered completely.
Breathless obscenities filled his chambers as my muscles pulsed around his fingers still inside me. He didn’t relent. Dommik lapped and dipped, pulling every ounce of pleasure from me until I begged him to stop. I shivered as he finally conceded to my pleas and my orgasm subsided.
My limbs were heavy, satiated, satisfied. Exactly how I knew I would feel if I gave in to him.
“Now this. This is when it’s best to feed,” he said, tracing his fingers, slick with my undoing, on the same spot he’d kissed earlier. “The blood flows more quickly.”
“Do it,” I said, not caring if it damned us both. If I lived or died. Or if it would ruin Rhazien’s chances of waking Lorana.
He looked up to me, eyeing my heaving chest. I’d seen the darkness in his gaze before. The heat, the lust, the want. But this was something else.Dommik stood slowly, leering down at my naked, tired body. He looked feral and unleashed.
“Is something wrong?” I finally asked.
“No,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The belt around his waist clinked as he unfastened it and let the fabric fall to the floor. “Quite the opposite.”
My eyes dropped to Dommik’s torso. The cut of his muscles. The divots of his hips. And finally, the smooth length of him aimed directly at me. Limited candlelight was just enough to see the tip of him glistening with his arousal.
“You should be sculpted,” I breathed. Any restraint within me was disarmed by my climax. “You’re beautiful.”
He chuckled and I sat up as he grasped the base of his shaft. “Let me,” I said, crawling toward him.
I sat on the edge of the bed, atop the remains of the pleasure he’d given me. Dommik’s hand stroked my hair and fell to my cheek as I took him into my mouth.
He was musk and salt and all man. As his length found the back of my throat, his head fell and he released a satisfied sigh.
“By the Four,” he moaned. I gripped the back of his thighs and pulled him in. Just as I had ridden his face, I wanted him to know he could ride mine. I could take it. But he wasn’t greedy or rough. Just as he said, he wouldn’t be hurried.
He breathed my name, praising me as my lips curled over the length of him again and again. Through heavy lashes, I sent him a mischievous look that was nearly his undoing.
Dommik grabbed my shoulders, halting me. “No, no. I refuse to come without you.”
His fingers threaded my hair and I considered his sentence. No man had ever made me climax twice. I thought women were exaggerating when they’d swap personal stories about some of the more sexually lucrative men at court.
You can try,I thought while withholding my optimism.
Dommik’s eyes twinkled with darkness. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
