Page 75 of The Summer We Lie

"Here?" he asks, picking up his pace slightly, hitting that magical spot over and over with a precision that seems impossible, as if he's mapped my body more thoroughly than I ever could.

"Yes! Right there. Please don't stop," I beg him, my filter completely gone, reduced to pure sensation and need. Nothing exists beyond this moment, beyond the delicious friction where our bodies meet, beyond the building tension coiling tighter with each perfectly aimed thrust.

My hand between us is trapped in the most delicious way, the pressure of his body against mine adding to the stimulation, creating layers of pleasure that blur together into something overwhelming. The pain is completely gone now, not even a memory, replaced by waves of ecstasy that build with each thrust.

Every inch of my skin feels hypersensitive, alive with sensation. I'm drowning in the rhythm we've created together, in the slick slide of skin against skin, in the intoxicating scent of sex and sweat and expensive cologne. He fills me so completely I can barely remember what it felt like to be empty, can't imagine ever wanting to feel that way again. "That's it, baby," he encourages, his voice a low rumble that seems to resonate directly with something primal inside me, something ancient and feminine that responds to his masculine energy. "Take all of me."

I'm completely at his mercy, pinned beneath him as he moves with the confidence of someone who knows exactly what he's doing—and he does. God, he does. Each thrust is perfectly calculated to drive me higher, to build the tension coiling tighter and tighter at my core until I feel I might snap from the pressure.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Dominic

The sight of her beneath me, eyes half-lidded and mouth parted in pleasure, is almost more than I can bear. Christ, she feels so fucking incredible, so perfect around me. I nearly died holding still while she adjusted to my size. When I first pushed into her, that initial breach, I hurt her so badly while experiencing the most intense pleasure of my life. Her tears nearly broke me in half—the conflict between wanting to stop and needing to continue almost tore me apart.

But now she's moaning beneath me, telling me what she wants like a good girl, her body responding to mine in ways that make me dizzy with need. Her tight heat clenches around me with each careful thrust, and I've never felt anything so exquisite, so devastatingly perfect. I bring my hand to her ass, fingers sinking into her soft flesh, angling her hips toward me a little more, seeking that perfect position that will bring her maximum pleasure without any pain.

She digs her nails into my back, the sharp sting only heightening my arousal, pushing me further toward the edge I'm desperately trying to avoid falling over too soon.

"Dominic," she moans, and my full name falling from her lips is the most beautiful sound I've ever heard—three syllables that have never sounded so right, so perfect.

"Fuck, baby. Say it again," I groan, needing to hear it once more, craving the way my name sounds wrapped in her pleasure.

"Dominic," she repeats, voice breaking with need, the word coming out on a trembling exhale that shakes something loose inside me.

I shift my weight to one arm, the muscles straining as I hold myself above her, supporting my weight so I don't crush her delicate frame. With my other hand, I reach between us, replacing her fingers with mine. I find her swollen clit and circle it with my thumb, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp, to make her inner walls clench even tighter around me.

"Oh god," she cries out, and I almost lose it right then and there. Her back arches beautifully, pushing her perfect breasts against my chest, her hardened nipples dragging against my skin in a way that makes me want to devour her.

"More, please," she moans, and who am I to deny her anything? I'd give her the fucking world if she asked for it in that voice.

I begin thrusting harder, my movements powerful but still measured. I'm trying desperately to hold back so I don't hurt her again. Even now, with her writhing beneath me in obvious pleasure, I'm terrified of causing her pain, of seeing those tears return to her beautiful eyes.

She matches my movements perfectly, lifting her hips to meet mine, creating a natural rhythm like we were made for each other. We fit together as if designed by the same hand, two pieces of a puzzle finally united after searching an entire lifetime.

"Fuck, you’re going to come again." I tell her, feeling her inner walls beginning to flutter around me. "I feel you getting tighter."

"I'm so close," she whispers, her voice thick with need, her eyes locked on mine with such trust it steals my breath.

I move faster, so fucking thankful I can finally thrust into her fully now. Holding back was pure torture, like denying myself heaven when it was right there for the taking. I want to lose myself in her completely, to brand her as mine from the inside out. The thought that I'm the only man who's ever been inside her, who's ever felt this perfect clutch of her body, drives me to the edge of madness, fills me with a primal possessiveness I've never experienced before.

"Dominic, I'm going to—" She doesn't finish her sentence as her body goes rigid beneath me, the words dissolving into a cry of pleasure that echoes through the room.

She begins choking my cock with her muscles, clamping around me so tight it's almost painful—a sweet, exquisite pain I never want to end. Her entire body convulses as she comes apart, and I'm barely holding on, gritting my teeth against the overwhelming need to follow her over the edge. But I refuse to come until she's finished, until she's taken everything she needs from me. I want this to last as long as possible, want to memorize every flutter of her inner walls, every soft sound from her throat, every expression that crosses her beautiful face.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful when you come," I tell her, watching her face transform with pleasure, committing every detail to memory.

When she finally comes down from her high, she leans up and kisses me wildly, all tongue and teeth and desperate need. The last thread of my control snaps like a wire pulled too tight, and I begin to chase my own release with single-minded intensity.

"Christ, I can't last," I groan against her mouth, the words torn from somewhere deep inside me.

I pull back and drive into her with fierce, relentless precision while she whimpers and moans beneath me. Each breathless sound that escapes her lips fuels something primal within me. My hips snap forward with an almost desperate rhythm, claiming her utterly, completely, in the most ancient way possible.

The pressure builds relentlessly at the base of my spine, heat and tension coiling tighter with each thrust. Her walls grip me like a silken vice, pulsing around me, demanding everything I have to give. When she looks up at me with those wide, trusting eyes—eyes that somehow see past my carefully constructed walls—something fundamental breaks loose inside me.

"Mother fucker!" I roar as I explode inside of her, the pleasure so overwhelming it borders on unbearable, shorting out every rational thought in my brain.

My entire body convulses as I empty myself into her, marking her from the inside in the most visceral way possible. I continue thrusting, drawing out each exquisite pulse of my release, unwilling to let this moment end.