His breath teased her sensitive skin. “You’ll beg for more, princess, and often. In fact, knowing you, you’ll misbehave again and again.”
She bit back a snarky response. Words were going to fail her anyway, as her senses were filled with his touch, his scent, his strength.
Dominic slid his other hand down her back, her back arching towards him. He took an appreciative whiff, and his hand curved around the flesh that hung over her panties.
“But that’s okay by me, because a lifetime won’t be enough for all the things I want to do with you and your gorgeous body.”
Oh, God, a lifetime of this!Yes, please!
His sexy voice zinged through her body, blasting away any self-consciousness, and somehow her panties magically disappeared off of her. Oh, wait, what were her hands doing? Her bra magically joined her panties. She was naked, one raw conduit of need. Both his hands were now cupping her generous backside, kneading the flesh of her cheeks.
She fought the urge to climb onto him.
“Not yet, princess.” His voice was filled with laughter.
“I’m going to be the first to spank your delectable ass—” He picked her up effortlessly into his arms, as if she weighed nothing. She had never felt so desired before.
“—And the last.”
Swoon!
He carried her over to the massive bed, and sat on the edge of the mattress with her still in his arms. She was boneless with want, her skin against the wool of his suit, the breadth of his chest.
He lowered her carefully, as if she were a work of art, until she lay on her belly across his lap, her ass up in the air.
Dominic stroked her back, the sides of her thighs —everywhere but her damp girly bits —with his broad palms. It was driving her crazy with desire, and she lifted her butt up even more, her legs outstretched and on tippy toes, fighting a whimper at this sweet torture.
Finally —finally!— he slid one hand between her legs, and lightly ran his fingertips over the seam of her pussy. Her breath hitched as she squirmed, her legs parting wider in invitation.
He dragged his fingers through her dampness, and her legs trembled. He clamped one arm down, holding her secure in his lap, while he used his other hand to continue teasing her.
He leaned over, and she felt his breath against her hair. “Remember, you asked for this, princess.”
Then his hand descended on the rounded globe of her right butt cheek, right where the pretty lettering read “Love Bites”, with a quick and decisive smack.
“Oh!”she exclaimed, as the stinging sensation zinged right through her girly bits. Her butt rose of its own volition, her toes leaving the ground.
Smack!His broad palm came down again, this time on her left butt cheek.
More, please!
Oh wait, she said that out loud. Because he smacked her again. And again. And again. And a few more times. It was a good thing she wasn’t keeping count. She forgot what came after three. She quivered in between each stinging slap. The cries coming out of her made him smile.
His mate.His.
He paused to knead the areas he had hit. They were rosy, just like the way she had blushed so prettily earlier.
“How are you doing, Zoey Eastgate?”
He needed to know. He wanted nothing more than to give her a lifetime of pleasure.
“Very, very good,” she huffed.
“Told you,” he smirked, and he sniffed the air for confirmation. God, she was so delicious.
He slid a finger between her legs, and she shivered violently.
“More showing and less telling, Mr. Modest.”
