Chapter 30 Beloved
Beloved
Jas
My voice shakes as the world tilts, stars bursting behind my eyes.
He fills me in one deep thrust. I stretch around him, slick and aching, like we were built to fit, but he’s almost too big. Fire coils low in my belly—the pain and pleasure when he glides against every nerve ending—has my walls tightening around him.
“Fuck you’re tight, but you’re taking me so well, love.” His body shakes as he draws back and pushes into the hilt. A low hum slips from my throat. I tighten my thighs around his waist, nails digging into the hard muscle of his back for purchase.
“Dom—” My voice breaks apart on my lips, husky and needy, barely more than a breath against his skin. I hold his gaze, watching his face as he lets out a groan.
“Jas,” he moans against my neck. I move with him, my hips rising to meet every thrust, chasing the fullness of him. He makes me want to lose control.
His hands slip under my thighs, lifting me effortlessly with a strength that makes my breath stutter. The new angle is deep as fuck, it’s almost unbearable. This is too much; it shouldn’t feel this good. And I still want more.
The pressure builds until it feels like I might come apart from the inside, and the thought makes me clench harder around him while I cry out. I don’t want him to be gentle. I want this. I want him exactly like this.
My fingers drag through the coarse hairs of his beard before I fist the back of his neck, pulling him down to me.
I need his mouth. I need him closer. The way he moves inside me has my thoughts dissolving into pure and utter bliss.
Heat floods me—fierce and demanding—spreading everywhere, burning through my veins, settling deep within my soul.
He swallows every broken whisper of his name that escapes my lips like he’s been starving for it.
“Dominik…” My eyes flutter closed, and I cling to him because he’s the only thing holding me together. When my eyes open, in pre-orgasm bliss, they’re met with a fiery gold gaze—untamed—the wolf fully present. And he smirks.
His voice splinters against my throat, “Your scent is like you’re already mine.”
He fucks me with each desperate thrust, rolling his hips as he moves my legs higher. The damn sky is falling. I can feel the base of his cock beginning to swell, and it hurts—but it hurts in such a good way. What is he doing to me?
“Fuck Dom, I can’t—” I sob, my voice breaking into a desperate whimper.
“You can, love,” he rasps.
And I take it. I writhe beneath him, the headboard hitting the wall, and the room fills with groans, moans, whimpers, my sobs, and screams. I can cum off the fucking soundtrack and aroma alone.
“Goddess—” Dom says, looking down, watching himself fuck me, “we’re glowing, Amataria.” His head falls back. “Fuck, Jasmira. We’re radiant together.”
I cry out as another orgasm crashes over me, my back arching off the bed. That word again. Amataria. It resonates deep within my chest, setting my heart aflame.
“Wh—what does that mean?” I ask, breathless.
“Beloved. You’re my beloved.” He kisses me, giving quick, perfect thrusts inside of me.
“Goddess divine, Dom. You’re everywhere,” I breathe, my chest constricting as emotions flood in, the bond writhing under my skin and through my veins, intertwining my heartbeat with his.
“I’m not finished yet.” He withdraws, turning me to lie on my side. Staying on his knees, he straddles my right leg, while my left lies on its side, bent at the knee, and enters me—slowly.
I stretch around him, turning my face into the pillow, biting the fabric to muffle the low, slow moan tearing from my throat.
He’s deep as he rocks into me. Thrusting slowly at first, then building speed.
He rubs my clit in torturous, perfect circles with his fingers, making me throb around him.
The intensity of our gazes magnifies every sensation.
He flips me onto my back again with sudden force. I cry out as he continues pushing deeper inside of me.
“Dom…” I moan, biting my lip, my back arching off the mattress.
His hands seize my breasts, thumb circling my nipples before pinching hard enough to make me gasp.
I lock my eyes with his, and his hand finds my throat, holding me down with the necklace he forms. Both of us are hungry for one another, desperate, and I swallow against his palm.
I clench around him deliberately, letting him go impossibly deep with each punishing thrust.
“Shit, Jasmira, I’m close. Once this happens—”
“I know,” I gasp, my whimpers growing frantic. My ankles lock as my legs tighten around his waist, and my nails clawing at his skin.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I don’t.”
Don’t let go. I think to myself. Please don't let go.
I won’t.
My eyes widen, cheeks flushing at the intimate intrusion of the sound of his voice in my mind—smooth, sexy, and husky.
He heard me.
“Jasmira,” he pants.
He keeps his hand light on my throat, but the slight pressure on my collar bone, my pulse drumming beneath his fingertips—it strengthens the feeling of trust I have for him.
I love being dominated by him, giving him full control of this moment.
Every nerve ending is on fire all at once.
I can feel the knot swell inside of me—forcing me to come apart.
“Dominik!” I scream, “I choose you. I choose you.” My voice is raw with conviction.
“Jasmira, Jasmira…” he chants.
His body goes rigid, muscles tightening beneath sweat-slicked skin as he throws his head back in a roar, exploding his release inside me. He forces his cock deeper inside of me, and I gasp, sobbing at the stretch of his expanding knot.
I reach down, wanting to feel it. I want to touch where we are joined. My fingers explore underneath the taut skin, where our bodies connect, drawing a deep moan from his throat.
A cry escapes me—part ecstasy, part ache—the pressure intensifying as the knot swells further. It’s a mixture of discomfort and pleasure. I feel so full, but I can’t stop moving against him, my body contracting around him in intense, consuming waves.
The bond hums. It settles into my soul—permanent and unbreakable.
He rocks harder, continuing to empty inside of me before collapsing on top of me, holding himself up slightly to avoid crushing me with his weight.
A soft kiss hits my temple, then he rolls to his side, pulling my body close to his while he stays locked inside me.
Our bodies are melded together, becoming one.
Our heartbeats synchronize in the afterglow. My fingers lightly brush the curls of his chest hair, sweeping slow, absent-minded circles on his skin. The gentle motions pull me back to reality while I lie tangled in his strong arms, sheets twisted around our legs.
Our eyes meet, and I can feel the gaze of his stare on my skin.
“What?” His eyes study me in the dim light of the bedroom.
“I can feel everything you feel, but you wear your emotions on your sleeve…and your face.” His voice is a low rumble against my ear.
I playfully roll my eyes. No, I don’t.
His thumb traces the curve of my jawline. Yes, you do. You’re overthinking. One day at a time. Each word echoes inside my head.
I chuckle, the sound dancing between us. “Is this going to be a thing now, us talking telepathically?” It’s interesting, cool, but weird. It will take some getting used to.
“It can be one of our things.”
I chew on my lip, my thoughts spinning on all the things.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
My eyes search his for a moment. “For what?”
“For trusting me.” He kisses my forehead, sealing his words with a promise.
My eyes surrender as my body relaxes and my limbs grow heavy, in the best way against him. I bury myself in his warmth, anchoring myself in the gentle swell of his breathing, each exhale pulling me deeper toward my dreams.