Tell Me #2
“It’s the way you selflessly sacrifice your wellbeing to keep me from danger.
” Memories threatened to surface but I banished them back to the dark recesses of my mind.
I could relive the horrors, but I wanted to be entirely in this moment.
I brushed my hands across my collarbone, hooking my fingers beneath the flimsy straps of my black lace bralette.
Dommik stalked toward me, his eyes roaming from my lips to my peaked nipples, to the decorative black lace panties I wore before finding my gaze again.
He was upon me, less than an inch away from all surfaces.
“It’s the way my pulse quickens when we’re in the same room.”
“I love the way your pulse quickens,” he breathed across my skin as if he was following the hum of the veins beneath.
Anticipation of that first touch crackled like energy before a storm.
“It’s the way you’ve invaded my thoughts. And when I go to bed at night, I touch myself thinking of you.” I reached my hand down as if I meant to show him.
“Don’t you dare,” he growled. And I stilled my movements, my hand hovering just above my throbbing center. “Don’t. You. Dare.”
His words liquified me and surprise rippled through the rivers of my mind.
Reading my expression, he clarified, “If you came here as part of a scheme to tease and have no intention of letting me touch you, then I need you to leave. Now.”
“Oh. You wanted to touch me?” I played coy, pulling only one strap down my shoulder instead of both.
“I swear on the Four, Reyva. I will walk out into the fucking sun.” He pointed to his shuttered windows.
I didn’t want him to die. Or leave. Or go one more second being even a foot away from me. I wanted him near me and in my life every hour of the day and night.
“Then touch me,” I breathed, not entirely believing the words had left my mouth. The backs of my knees skimmed the comforter atop the mattress of his quarters.
One second became two. Two became five.
What was he waiting for? He’d heard me right?
“Dommik, I command you to touch me,” I all but whined before his hands cradled my cheeks.
He held me there. At first, his touch was comforting. His thumbs brushed against my cheeks and all the breath left my body as I waited for those lips to crash down onto mine. Pine and leather overwhelmed me. He overwhelmed me.
Dommik pressed himself fully against me. Looming as he held me. His gaze fluttered between my features. My entire being tingled as he threaded his fingers in my hair. A calloused hand cradled the base of my neck. And still, it wasn't his lips I felt, but his forehead resting gently on mine.
The heat within my body could power a forge. He huffed out a small laugh at my impatience.
“Tell me.” Dommik’s nose brushed against mine. “Tell me everything you want me to do.”
I reached for his pants, ready to shred them, but he swatted my hand away.
“Tell. Me,” he insisted.
I wetted my lips with a slow swipe of my tongue. Dommik’s muscles beckoned me to touch them. The way they rippled one after the other like waves of a stone ocean made my mouth water. I wanted to pour wine into the valleys of his body and drink from them.
I tilted my chin and lips up to him. “Put your hands on me.”
He obeyed, bending slightly so his fingertips could reach the backs of my thighs. Then, he traced the skin up until it reached the base of my backside. His touch followed the muscle outward until both of his hands fully gripped my hips.
“Your heart. It’s racing.”
The sheer nightgown lifted over my midsection. I let out a subtle moan and he responded with a rumble of approval. The fabric tickled my skin during its agonizing crawl, and Dommik savored each morsel of newly exposed flesh.
I gasped as his fingers grazed my navel.
“Tell me to keep going,” he commanded onto my lips.
I wasted no time. “Take it off.”
I stood bare in front of him, save for the black lace panties which left little to the imagination. Warmth swirled in my chest before stampeding down my limbs. It wasn’t the familiar insecurity one might feel the first time they let a new partner see them completely naked. This was pure adrenaline.
“Do you need more instructions?” I cocked a brow at him, wishing he’d set aside this game and just take me already.
“Instructions? No.” He smirked. “I know exactly what to do with you. I just wanted to hear you say it.”
I wanted to roll my eyes. Hadn’t we waited long enough? Weren’t we both vibrating from the idea of being in each other’s arms?
“And you’ll do whatever I say?”
“Enthusiastically, yes.” He lifted his gaze from my breasts and ran a hand through my hair. “And I’ll also stop, without question, if you ask me to.”
The evidence of Dommik’s want pressed against his pants. The pants he didn’t allow me to take off him. Not yet, anyway. The sight of his straining fabric and fangs sent a shiver of excitement straight to the center of me.
Enough of this waiting. He wanted permission? I would give it to him.
“Kiss me,” I breathed.
He smirked as he leaned down. Dommik’s soft lips moved against mine like I had been a long-lost lover and we’d kissed each other thousands of times. Like he’d missed me. It was passionate and consuming. He was earth. He was death. He felt like home.
The way his lips molded into mine made me hungry for more. More of everything to do with him. More of his mouth and tongue across my body, more of his hands exploring every inch of me. But he would not be rushed.
My eager hands roamed his bare chest, tracing and squeezing at the earned muscle beneath.
How? How could he have so much restraint when I could barely contain myself?
“Pick me up,” I commanded into his mouth.
He chuckled in approval before effortlessly lifting me. I locked my legs around his waist and our kiss deepened.
I dropped my head back, giving him access to my neck.
He claimed the bare column immediately. The scrape of a fang at my nape made me hiss but I didn’t ask him to stop.
No, I returned the feeling. Taking the rolling hill of muscle between his neck and shoulder between my teeth, I bit down.
Hard. Something between a groan and growl rumbled from his bare chest to mine and I felt him stiffen further.
My hands claimed his cheeks and guided his mouth to mine before threading my fingers through his hair. I hadn’t commanded it, but he moved us toward the bed.
The mattress sunk under our weight and something primal in me was set ablaze. Dommik was burning with me.
His eager lips claimed my peaked nipple while a thumb rolled over the other. I arched at the sensation, convinced I would combust if I wasn’t given a release soon. He worshipped each breast with his talented tongue until I whined for him to take his pants off.
“Happily,” he said as he descended to my navel.
Featherlight fingertips traced my curves as he kissed and nipped lower and lower. I panted as the fabric of my panties scraped down my thighs and fell away to the floor.
My entire body was throbbing, wanting.
“Reyva, you’ve forgotten the rules.” His hands encouraged my legs to widen for him.
He wanted permission and my frustration boiled over.
“Dommik,” I breathed to the ceiling, my words laced with impatience. “Kiss and lick me. Everywhere. Devour me. Bite me if you want. Just, don’t stop.”
Eyes like the sea under the darkness of a new moon stared up at me.
I’d heard what I’d said. And I’d meant it.
Bite me.
“Here,” he said, delicately kissing the inner part of my thigh. “This is my favorite place to drink from.”
I squirmed as phantom faces of other women invaded my mind. Partners from his past that had been recipients of his pleasure.
But my jealousy evaporated when his tongue met my center, splitting me in half. My eyes rolled back at the contact.
He repeated the motion once more, increasing his pressure but not his pace. “But I don’t start there.”
I gasped as he pushed two thick fingers into me. He hummed in wicked approval when he found my body was more than ready.
“No, you’ll come for me first. At least once.”
Dommik slid into me again, curling his fingers against a place that made me clasp my own hand over my mouth to stifle a moan.
Praise fell from my lips as he continued his sinful exploration on the most sensitive parts of me. He timed the motions together, working his fingers and tongue inside and against me in a ceaseless rhythm.
Dommik didn’t shy away as I lifted my hips, meeting his strokes. In fact, he pulled me, encouraged me. I gripped the sheets, hypnotized by his lustful glare between my thighs, as sparks began to build. Waves of pleasure mounted until I reached the crest and shattered completely.
Breathless obscenities filled his chambers as my muscles pulsed around his fingers still inside me. He didn’t relent. Dommik lapped and dipped, pulling every ounce of pleasure from me until I begged him to stop. I shivered as he finally conceded to my pleas and my orgasm subsided.
My limbs were heavy, satiated, satisfied. Exactly how I knew I would feel if I gave in to him.
“Now this. This is when it’s best to feed,” he said, tracing his fingers, slick with my undoing, on the same spot he’d kissed earlier. “The blood flows more quickly.”
“Do it,” I said, not caring if it damned us both. If I lived or died. Or if it would ruin Rhazien’s chances of waking Lorana.
He looked up to me, eyeing my heaving chest. I’d seen the darkness in his gaze before. The heat, the lust, the want. But this was something else. Dommik stood slowly, leering down at my naked, tired body. He looked feral and unleashed.
“Is something wrong?” I finally asked.
“No,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The belt around his waist clinked as he unfastened it and let the fabric fall to the floor. “Quite the opposite.”
My eyes dropped to Dommik’s torso. The cut of his muscles. The divots of his hips. And finally, the smooth length of him aimed directly at me. Limited candlelight was just enough to see the tip of him glistening with his arousal.