Chapter 33 #3
His hand froze, and it took everything in him to contain the lustful moan fighting to escape him.
Instead, he shook his head, tutting at her. “Always so foul with your words, my love.”
“Hurry up and do something about it then,” she purred and wiggled her behind.
Oh, bloody woods—
He swore his heart stopped for a second under the weight of desire that collapsed atop him. It suffocated him, threatening the most beautiful demise, until he could no longer feel any part of his body other than his throbbing cock.
Dominic doubled over her and pushed on the small of her back with his sticky hand, urging her down on the mattress. He was done playing this little game of theirs. He physically could not handle it another second longer.
“You will be the death of me, woman,” he choked out, using his bracketing knees to urge her thighs closer together.
He grabbed his cock again and nudged at her tight entrance.
Rayna’s eyes widened, and she shook her head. “You’re not going to fit like this.”
He smiled breathlessly, bracing his fist by her shoulder. “I will always fit inside you, my love.”
Capturing her lips, he gently, persistently urged his hips forward.
For a single beat, it really did feel as if he wouldn’t fit, but—
They gasped into each other’s mouths when his crown slipped in.
White spun behind Dominic’s eyelids, forcing them to lift, but he didn’t pause.
He kept driving into her, unable to breathe as she crushed him, eager to feel her wrapped all around his length anyway.
She released gasp after stuttering gasp of bittersweet pleasure against his parted lips until he was seated all the way inside her.
Then shuddering breaths flooded out of them both as he trembled over her, and she let her head fall forward.
“Why are you so big?” she mewled.
He let out a gritted sound into the side of her hair but couldn’t manage anything else. Not when he was struggling to keep a hold of the ropes of his sanity and stamina.
Instead, he began moving, showing her with his body why he’d been made big enough to stretch her and fill her and mould her to his shape. Not quite thrusting but pumping his hips downwards. Rolling and rocking inside her, grinding against her bruised derriere.
Her whole body jolted on a sharp cry, head lifting, eyes wide. She threw one hand back, burrowing her nails into the outside of his thigh, whimpering as he hissed.
“Wait. Domini—wai—oh, fuck.” Her words broke off into a sob as she clawed and pushed and pulled at him. “You’re too deep, I can’t—wait—”
“I will not wait,” he rasped and grabbed her hand.
He wasn’t going to let her stop him or flee him. Not in any way.
He pinned her palm back to the mattress and pressed his panting mouth over her ear.
Grinding harder. Deeper. In long strokes, crushing her hips under his.
He enclosed her in pleasure, in the sound of him, the feel of him, from every direction.
Desperate to overwhelm her. To make her forget everyone and everything but him. And gosh, did she reward him.
She sang for him. Loudly. A melody of gasps and shrieks of his name as her convulsing cunt fragmented his mind and rearranged the broken shards into the image of her as he brought her to the edge of the climax he’d only just withheld from her.
And bloody woods, he couldn’t explain why exactly but his chest flooded with possessive anger all over again.
“You are underneath me, Rayna,” he growled, tightening his hand around her wrist. “Not him. You desire me. Not him. You chose me. Not. Him.” He punctuated his sentence with a hard pump. “You do not get to change your mind now. I won’t allow it. You are mine. You know you are.”
“I’m not…not an object. Dickhead,” she said between gasps.
“You are mine, nonetheless.” He buried the whisper in her hair and closed his eyes on the warm scent of cherries, vanilla, and her damp skin. “Say it. Say you are mine, and I will allow you your orgasm.”
He heard her sharp inhale before, “Don’t you dare. Dominic, don’t you fucking dare. I will kill you. I will kill you if you stop again.”
“Then say it. Say you are mine. Say it now.” She shook her head furiously, and he growled, irritated with her stubbornness. “You cannot come. I will not let you if you do not. So quickly. Say it, Rayna. Tell me you are mine.”
“No!”
Dominic roared as he wrenched himself out of her clasping sex. Rayna screamed her own anger, her hips rising in search of him. But he pulled off her and flipped her over.
Her head flew up off the edge of the mattress, eyes ablaze, hair clinging to her damp skin. Her cheeks were coloured with the frustration of denied pleasure. Had there been a sword next to her, he had no doubt she would have grabbed it and rammed it straight through his heart.
He wouldn’t have let her, though. Didn’t let her.
Clamping his hands around her waist, her legs dangling over his arms, he lifted her lower half off the mattress.
He shoved his dick back into her. Hard. Without mercy.
She bowed on a torn cry, her legs kicking up and hands catching his wrists.
He pounded into her, thrust mean and fast, not at all like a gentleman.
But in that moment, he was nothing but a jealous fiend who needed to mark his woman inside and out.
So he fucked her like one. He dented her skin with his fingers enough to leave white shadows around them.
Ogled the visible peaks of her nipples, jostling behind her tight T-shirt.
Grunted as his balls tightened and senses tunnelled on her.
He pressed forward when she scratched through the hairs at the very base of his stomach.
“You’re too deep,” she cried, ripping at his skin and cleaving a hissed moan from him. “Dominic, it’s too much. Dominic!” She bared her teeth. “Oh, fuck, it’s so good. It hurts so fucking good. I can’t—I need to come. I—”
She lurched one hand to where they were joined, ever so slightly grazing his cock before pressing over her swollen clit. And that single touch, the way she sobbed, the sudden tightness of her very nearly threw him under the racing cart of his orgasm.
“No,” he snapped, plunging hard and sloppy. “Say you’re mine. Tell me you are mine first!”
He was convinced she was going to put him through the torture of not hearing the words that would sate his soul for an eternity and force him to find the will to deny her again.
Except she trapped him in her liquid eyes and breathed, “You’re mine, Dominic.”
They weren’t the words he’d wanted to hear.
They were better. More powerful. Raw. Exactly what he hadn’t known he needed. A sweet sledgehammer to his heart, and a lit match under his pleasure.
He ignited in the exquisite satisfaction of hearing them so intensely that a husky whimper escaped the barrier of his teeth. It would have humiliated him in any other circumstance, but right then, it was the last thing he cared about.
I’m yours, my love.
Dominic couldn’t voice it, but he repeated it over and over in his mind as he gritted down the fullness in his balls and thrust, thrust, thrust. Until the bed shook under them, and Rayna’s head hung off the mattress as her fingers rapidly rubbed back and forth, and the grunted noises coming from him were as loud as the rapid slap, slap, squelch of their bodies.
And gosh, it seemed so sudden and yet not soon enough. The way she locked up all around him, coming up off the mattress onto nothing but her shoulders and his hands as she silently screamed and fell into oblivion.
She dragged him down with her. Slammed him straight into it. It winded him as he choked on her name, ripping the muscles down his thighs and wrenching all sensation from him. Everything except the fire in his groin as his hips gave short jerks, and he spilled every ounce of his seed inside her.
A blissful eternity passed before the ringing in Dominic’s head dulled enough for him to hear Rayna’s heaving gasps threading through his own.
She slumped in a trembling puddle on the mattress, slipping from his slackened grip.
He collapsed over her on his forearms, his satiated body too heavy to keep upright, and rested his damp forehead on hers.
They pulsed as one where they were still connected in the rasping silence that followed.
For a long minute, he kept his eyes closed and let her breaths steady the beat of his heart as the lingering pleasure warmed his skin like sunshine. But then she shifted under him, brushing weak fingers against his cheek, and the coldness of fear and panic drizzled down his back.
With a quiet noise of pain, he curled himself around her, burying his hands in her hair and his face in her neck. “Do not go on Monday. Please, Rayna.”
Her chest rose, paused, and then sank on a heavy sigh.
She snaked one arm around his shoulders and raked her other hand through the back of his sweat-damp hair.
“You…” Her huff of tired laughter tickled his scalp.
“You actually piss me off sometimes, Dominic, do you know that? If it wasn’t for your dick, I’d be so mad at you right now.
If you’d have just let me explain before accusing me of betraying you, I could’ve told you I’m not going on another date with Jake.
“He’s meeting us on his lunch break before we go to the mall, so I can give him his sister’s invitation to the exhibit’s opening gala.”
Dominic stilled.
I beg your finest pardon? What?