Tell Me #3
“You should be sculpted,” I breathed. Any restraint within me was disarmed by my climax. “You’re beautiful.”
He chuckled and I sat up as he grasped the base of his shaft. “Let me,” I said, crawling toward him.
I sat on the edge of the bed, atop the remains of the pleasure he’d given me. Dommik’s hand stroked my hair and fell to my cheek as I took him into my mouth.
He was musk and salt and all man. As his length found the back of my throat, his head fell and he released a satisfied sigh.
“By the Four,” he moaned. I gripped the back of his thighs and pulled him in. Just as I had ridden his face, I wanted him to know he could ride mine. I could take it. But he wasn’t greedy or rough. Just as he said, he wouldn’t be hurried.
He breathed my name, praising me as my lips curled over the length of him again and again. Through heavy lashes, I sent him a mischievous look that was nearly his undoing.
Dommik grabbed my shoulders, halting me. “No, no. I refuse to come without you.”
His fingers threaded my hair and I considered his sentence. No man had ever made me climax twice. I thought women were exaggerating when they’d swap personal stories about some of the more sexually lucrative men at court.
You can try, I thought while withholding my optimism.
Dommik’s eyes twinkled with darkness. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
A smile spread across my face. “I bet you say that to all the women—”
“I promise you.” He ran his thumb over my bottom lip, silencing me. “I don’t.”
In one smooth whirlwind moment, he’d laid himself fully on top of me, spreading me wide and pressing his erection against my entrance. And in a second motion, we’d switched places. Dommik was underneath me, smirking like he’d just won a large sum of coin at a game of cards.
“I thought the view of my cock in your mouth was exquisite.” He reached up, kneading my breasts and gently pinching at my nipples. My hands met his, following his movement as wetness pooled where our hips met. “But this. This is…”
I lowered my face down to his and pressed my lips to his in a deep, silencing kiss. He answered back, sending his tongue to meet mine.
He tasted like me. It unlocked a primal and protective need. I didn’t want him to ever taste anyone else, as long as he lived.
I trailed the tip of my nose down his cheek and nibbled at his earlobe before I whispered, “Shut up and fuck me, Dommik.”
As I sat up, I grabbed his hands, placing them on my hips. Then, I slowly lowered myself onto him.
Inch by filling inch, I sank.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned through soft pants.
I felt it too. My internal walls, still clenched from my first orgasm, made for a difficult fit.
Gently, he guided me until he was fully sheathed. My mouth hung open from a silent gasp and my brows pinched together as I settled into the delicious stretch.
I’d lost my maidenhood years ago. I knew how to enjoy sex. But being with Dommik didn’t just feel good. It felt right, like this was something that should have always been. Like his body was made for mine.
“Do you want to stop?” he asked, as if we hadn’t already gone too far.
I rolled my hips over him once, sending him deeper inside of me. “Don’t you dare.”
My head fell back and I gasped to the ceiling. Dommik’s calloused hands lifted me away before pulling me back down, sending his length to hit that spot again.
“Never—stop—” I panted with each building thrust.
Our bodies answered each other’s call. His shaft curved to meet my inner walls, throbbing and clenching around him.
“You feel—so fucking good.”
Dommik guided my hips, faster and faster, his gasps of pleasure only aiding in my own ascension. I was the source of his pleasure. I was the reason for his undoing. In this moment, he was mine.
“That’s it, lovely. Keep riding it, just like that.”
I kept pace, rocking myself over the length of him as one of his hands claimed my breast, kneading the flesh and pinching the nipple until I hissed. The other used its thumb to press against the pearl of nerves.
“Yes,” I panted.
“Right there?”
“Yes!” I moaned, standing at the edge of an abyss, ready to jump without a second thought.
“That’s right, Reyva. I know what you like. Now come for me.” He pinched and pressed harder. “Be a good girl and come for me.”
“Dommik,” I whined, wishing this climb would never stop and end sooner, all at once.
“Come for me,” he commanded.
I couldn’t hold back the pleasure ripping through me. We peaked together, his hips thrusting up into me as mine slammed down onto him.
Our muted gasps and moans of satisfaction collided, tethered from their full volume only by the reminder that we were still within Rhazien’s Hive.
My nerves spasmed around him as I panted to the ceiling. On the other side of rapture, my muscles were heavy and spent.
Dommik pulled me down to his chest and kissed me. I curled my fingers in his hair, melting into his lips, the way I knew I could from the moment I’d met him.
I hummed as he stroked my back and thought if I had to choose between the axe or living through this last month, I’d do it all the same again, as long as it brought me back here.
“What are you thinking?” Dommik’s words vibrated through his chest and across my cheek.
“I think we’re doomed, you and I.”
The commander placed a finger under my chin, lifting it to meet his gaze. The sea in his eyes was calm. Blue, gentle waves extended all the way to the distant horizon. I smiled softly at him, my pleasure haze cradling me, keeping me from any guilt of what we’d just done.
Silently, he pressed a kiss to my lips. The act was wordless but said so much. Everything he couldn’t say out loud.
I’m sorry. Thank you. I love you.
When we parted, I asked, “What are you thinking?”
Dommik placed his hand on my head and began slow, lulling strokes through my hair. “I think I’m the forest. And you’re the flame.”