Chapter 40
Alina
It feels like the weight of the world has been lifted from me after I tell Dom the truth and he doesn’t immediately walk away.
Instead, he snaps.
His hands dart out, grabbing my hips roughly, pulling me onto his lap, onto him, so fast that I gasp in surprise.
While my lips are parted, his tongue slips inside, stroking mine, making me moan. He swallows it and demands even more.
He earns them when his strong hands cup my bottom, squeezing, rocking me on top of his hard length.
His damp lips trail down to my neck as he asks, “Are you sore?”
Only he would be worried about something like that, afraid of hurting me after what I just told him.
“No.” It’s an innocent white lie. I’m a little sore but not enough to stop him. In fact, to encourage him even more, I whisper in his ear, “But I bet I’ll feel you for days…”
That does the trick.
Dominik growls, then crashes his lips against mine. His hand on my bottom slides lower, until two fingers penetrate me from behind, making me whimper with each pump.
“I’m more than ready, Dom,” I assure him. “Take me. Make me yours.”
Groaning, he reaches between our bodies. I go up on my knees, my breasts brushing his hard chest as he lines himself up with my entrance.
With our foreheads pressed together, I slowly lower myself down him, inch by amazing inch until I’m fully seated, our bodies joined together perfectly.
“Fuck, yes,” Dom groans. That’s it for slow though. His palms tightly grip my ass cheeks and then he’s in absolute control, bouncing me up and down him so hard and fast that all I can do is hold on to his shoulders and let him claim me for himself.
“Yes, Dom! Yes!” I exclaim as the pleasure builds low in my belly, so intense it’s overwhelming.
Seconds later, I come so hard everything goes completely dark.
The room spins around us. No, maybe it’s us that are moving.
When I open my eyes again, I’m on my knees, my chest pressed against the foot of the tub. Dominik guides my hips back, then shoves forward, making me shout his name.
He fills me again and again, growling behind me as he holds my hips, fucking me furiously, angrily.
And I love every second of it.
“Yes! Harder!” I demand, wanting him to break me apart and put me back together again.
Instead, he stops. Dom wraps my hair around his fist, then tugs on it so I have to look back at him.
“Did he fuck you like this?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No. Only you.”
“Good.” His lips crash down on mine before he releases my hair to resume his exquisite torture.
Folding my arms over the edge of the tub, I rest my forehead on them as I take all his wrath, my body turning it into pure bliss.
“Almost there. Come with me, wildcat,” he orders as his fingers reach around the front of my body to rub my clit.
“Dom!” I exclaim as I erupt, my walls constricting around his length, trying to milk him dry.
“Where am I coming, Alina?” he asks in a rush.
“Inside me. Come…inside me,” I beg.
Dom slams forward one more time before he goes still, emptying himself with a low groan.
Afterwards, his soft lips on my shoulder are a sharp contrast to his love making.
“Are you okay?” he asks while still buried within me.
“Yes.”
“If I was too rough…”
“Don’t apologize,” I tell him. “That was…perfect.”
“Perfect,” he says in agreement. “I can be gentle. I always thought I would be with you.”
I shake my head. “After everything…I think that’s exactly what we both needed, wasn’t it?”
“God, yes,” he agrees with a chuckle.
I whimper when I feel him twitch inside me.
Finally, he pulls out then groans. “I love seeing my cum drip out of you.” His fingertips brush over my entrance, pushing inward. “That’s even better, though. Knowing I’m still inside you.”
I close my eyes, still resting my head on my arms as his fingers rock in and out of me. I love the thought of having his and Gavriil’s cum in me at the same time. It’s so wrong but feels so right. They both belong in me, to me.
“Dom…don’t stop.”
His fingers are quickly replaced with his cock, not as long and hard as before, but enough to penetrate me. Leaning over my back, he wraps his arms around my chest then swivels his hips before slowly filling me over and over again, just because he can.
“Ya tebya lyublyu,” he whispers next to my ear.
“What…what does that…mean?” I ask, having heard Gavriil say it before.
“It means I love you,” he answers, making me gasp.
Maybe I misheard him…but no, I’m almost certain…
“Alina?” Dom says, snapping me out of my racing thoughts.
“I love you, too,” I tell him. I reach back to thread my fingers through his hair. Soft groans tumble from his lips.
“You’re mine now, dikaya koshka,” he says as he swells within me and his hips begin to pick up the pace a little more. “I’m never letting you go again.”