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“How’s that?” she asked cheerfully, letting him go with a pop of her lips.

“My God,” Dom said, eyes wild. “Bloody hell. Fucking hell.”

“Tsk, tsk, do please keep in mind the Prohibited List,” she chuckled. And bent over him again. He tasted musky and clean, so she sucked until a need for oxygen made itself known.

“Still good?” she asked, more huskily.

All the time he had been talking, telling her to suck him down, telling her how it felt when her tongue wrapped around him, telling her she was sinful, delicious, everything he wanted.

“I’ve been longing for months to see you kneeling in front of me.” Dom’s voice was a throaty promise.

“I hope you’re planning to kneel in front of me too,” she told him.

Having this large male body laid out for her pleasure was intoxicating. Her tongue wrapped around him once again. He groaned deep in his chest and said, “I can’t take it any longer.”

A moment later she was under him again, snug beneath his heavy weight. It felt lovely. Safe and sensual, as if she could melt into him, and he would never mock her.

His body shifted. She was suddenly aware that, games aside, there was much she didn’t know. That she wanted to know.

But he was in charge now. His jaw was set, and his eyes blazing into hers as he moved her legs so that his fingers could slip up her thigh.

Celebrating in a gruff voice when she was wet and tender. Cursing when she relaxed her legs and smiled at him. Turning the air blue when she wound her fingers into his hair and pulled him closer, his mouth crashing down on hers.

“What next?” she asked at some point, catching her breath. She had no fear, just joy in her veins.

“This . . . that,” he said, losing all the eloquence that he usually had. His eyes were strained, his voice savage.

“Well, then,” she said, schooling her voice to be demure. “This, that, you, me?”

“Tell me,” he said, his eyes on hers. “Tell me what you want, Torie. What you need.”

The answer was simple, of course. She’d known the truth even when she thought that Gianna was in her way. “I need you,” she breathed. “Please, Dom.”

She almost forgot what came next, except his hand slid up her hip and then pulled her gently into place so that—

She expected a thrust. To be honest, she would have welcomed a thrust, because there was a tingling emptiness between her legs that was making her shift restlessly beneath him.

Instead, he entered her slowly and tenderly, his eyes asking over and over if the pain was too unpleasant. The feeling wasn’t all that good. But there was a beat underneath every movement he made that sent a promise down her legs.

When he finally sank in all the way, he grunted, and the sound felt right. When he withdrew and plunged in again, that felt right too. It all felt right, especially when sensation began to spiral up her legs, and her nails dug into his arms.

He was throbbing inside her, and she could feel some sort of storm rolling toward her on the horizon when he withdrew.

Torie gasped. “No!”

His heated gaze met hers. “I have to lick you. Have to taste you.” His voice was hoarse, drenched and heavy with lust.

A quiver went through her. “I don’t think that is something I will enjoy.”

“Please.”

The man who never begged was close to it. “All right,” Torie whispered. Light was still pouring into the room. She would feel better in the dark, under the covers. He was going to . . .

He was doing it.

Looking at her. Pulling her legs apart and looking at her. Torie felt scarlet color flooding her cheeks. She let out a shaky breath, searching his face.

His eyes were wide. “So pretty,” he growled.