Chapter 28 #2
Heat gushed to the surface of her skin as Rayna released an unguarded moan and climbed him like a tree.
She rubbed herself against his thick hard-on, grappling his hair, shoulders, and T-shirt to feel more of him, closer, heavier over her.
He poured one gruff breath after another down her throat as their tongues locked in a frenzied dance.
Their kiss broke when he clutched her by the back of one thigh and hoisted her up.
She locked her legs around him, sinking the liquid heat between her legs against his erection, and gyrated as he thrust his tongue back into her mouth.
She sucked on it until he retreated and eagerly did it again when he fed it back to her, mimicking the hollow clench of her envious cunt.
With a low moan, he deepened their kiss, moulding the back of her thigh in a grip that bordered on delicious pain, and she clutched at his hair just as hard.
Rayna gulped in a lungful of air as Dominic dragged his swollen lips down her chin. The weight of desire clouding her mind made her head feel heavy and fuzzy. She let it fall back, opening her throat to the trail of wet kisses he laid.
“You make me want things when you taunt me,” he rasped, his hot breath firing tingles all over her skin. “Wicked and depraved things.” He lapped his tongue over her pulse. “Things a gentleman ought not want to do.”
His words added pressure to the aching tickle of unspent pleasure in her sex, and doubled when he sucked on the sensitive spot of her neck, causing her to jolt.
“Fuck,” she mewled, struggling to keep her eyes open. “Dominic.”
He licked over her hot, buzzing skin and back up towards her lips. She captured his chin in the cup of her hand as she swiped greedily across his tongue.
“Do it,” she said. “Tell me what you want, and then do every single depraved thing to me.”
Feverish arousal erupted in his gaze, turning his irises the bright yellow of angry, spitting lava, and he smashed a kiss to her lips.
“I want to taste you,” he whispered through heavy pants. “Here.”
Her cunt sobbed in glee as he set her on her feet. He didn’t give her time to feel embarrassed by the way her legs wobbled and pushed her back against the door.
“I should…we should shower first,” she damn near slurred.
Bloody woods, what the fuck was he doing to her?
She normally got off on the power that came with seducing and teasing and having the upper hand, but she couldn’t even think beyond dick, fingers, tongue, want to come, need to come.
It was either the result of weeks of pent-up desire, or Dominic was a lethal dose of aphrodisiac, making hunger burn so ferociously inside her, it was turning her into a needy mess.
But when he was so obviously keen on giving her gratification, she couldn’t bring herself to care.
“Afterwards,” he barely got out before yanking the front of her T-shirt up over her chest.
Her breasts jostled behind the cup of her lace-detailed, cotton bra, but he caught them in his palms and tugged the thinly padded fabric under the weight of each globe. Eyes glued to her nipples, he moaned like a lusty fiend.
Rayna almost chuckled. Oh, he was definitely a boob man. No question there. Not when, for the second time, he was staring at her chest like he’d found a lost artefact of the ancient world.
He lifted and massaged them in his hands. “You are lovely, darling. So lovely.”
She hummed under the pleasant caress of his thumbs as he circled them around the copper brown peaks, making them pucker and harden. But as he bent forward and lowered his open mouth, he surprised a gasp out of her by tweaking them harshly.
He sighed with satisfaction. “What a sweet sound.”
He closed his lips around one nipple and grazed his teeth over it as he gently rubbed the other one.
When she arched into him, he sucked and pinched her hard.
She cried out his name, and he swapped to soothing the other bud with his suckling mouth.
And swapped again, sending sharp stings of bittersweet pleasure through her.
And again, until she yanked at his hair with both fists and whimpered.
Letting her hot, reddened nipple slip from his mouth, he watched her with the blown eyes of a crazed man, his cheeks pink. Then he plucked at both, rolling them between his fingers and thumbs, and, fucking woods, he might as well have been pinching her clit.
“Dominic,” she groaned, her face scrunching in sweet pain.
He shivered, his lashes slipping low. “You sought to know what depraved, wicked things I wish to do to you,” he breathed, his voice ridiculously hoarse.
“It is this.” He gave her breasts a squeeze.
“Making you cry and scream for me, while I tease and taunt you as you do to me.” Her belly clenched as he placed a kiss over one nipple.
“I want to leave you a touch…sore.” He nipped at the other one, and she let out a gritted sound.
“Just enough to make certain you always feel where I have touched you.”
The puddle in her underwear turned to a lake as his mouth skimmed lower.
He bit just to the side of her belly button, caressing his hands down her waist, and she whimpered, pushing and pulling at his head.
When she looked down between his teeth marks and face, he was kneeling before her.
Arousal pressed so heavily on her lungs, they were deflating into useless pancakes.
He tucked his fingers into the waistband of her loose cotton trousers and thong, holding her gaze hostage.
“I desire to mark my presence on you.” He licked over his teeth marks.
“On your skin.” He tugged ever so slightly at her clothes.
“Inside you. Here.” Her jaw collapsed as he exhaled right over her.
“So you remember your mistake in calling me a boy.”
Oh, she’d remember all right. She’d remember to do it again and again if this was what it did to him. Corrupted the so-called proper marquess into a growling, lustful monster. Fuck, yes.
The praise was on the tip of her tongue, but he drew her trousers and underwear down to her knees, and the air that stroked her overheated skin stole the words away. She felt a cool drop of wetness cling somewhere low on one thigh, and she knew with certainty she was dripping.
Dominic’s stifled moan was raw, and Rayna clenched around it as if it were a tangible thing she could bury inside her.
He dragged his glowing eyes over the puddle of liquid in the black lace between her knees and up the flesh of her supple thighs before stopping on her swollen sex.
The way he stared, hypnotised, destroyed any lingering doubt over what she was doing.
She wanted this. Dominic. Like she’d never known true want before him. And if it was wrong of her for getting involved with him, she no longer cared, because it felt so agonisingly right.
“Oh, Rayna,” he rasped, his gaze flying up. “Darling, you are so beautifully wet.”
“Wet doesn’t even cut it.” With the hand tangled in the back of his hair, she pushed his face closer. “I’ve been aching and throbbing all fucking day.”
He snapped with a ferocious noise and yanked her clothes down to her ankles.
She lifted a bare foot, and he tore the fabric off it.
Then he clamped his hand under her knee and lifted her leg.
Pinning it to the door. Spreading her wide.
Feasting on her with his eyes as he panted.
He tracked the trail of liquid clinging to her skin up to her cunt, and sank closer, breathing her in.
A sound caught somewhere in her throat as her swollen lips fluttered, begging for his mouth.
“Such a pretty, pink treasure,” he moaned.
“Don’t call it a treasure,” she breathed out quickly. “Say cunt or pussy.”
He groaned, a shadow casting over his eyes. “A pretty cunt, weeping just for me.”
The delicious sucker punch of his filthy whisper had barely landed on her belly when he bit down on her inner thigh.
Rayna gasped, her back flying off the wood as needles stabbed her skin, but Dominic was already licking greedily up the string of wetness, watching her as he pressed the full length of his warm tongue against her seam.
She cried out and lurched, all sparking sensation and no thought, as his hum vibrated through her.
One leg fought the grip of his hand, her other knee bowed in, and she slipped a little heavier on his face.
He squeezed her arse cheek and curled his tongue into her pussy hole as his lashes fluttered low, before licking every drop of her arousal up to her clit. Fuck, were his eyes rolling?
“Dominic,” she choked out as he swirled heavily over the pulsing bud, her sanity cracking at the edges of her vision.
“Rayna,” he echoed and swiped his tongue between her lips again. “You are so warm and soft and sweet.” He lingered around her clit. “You taste perfect.”
He buried his face deeper, latching on to her clit.
He swapped from flicking at it with just the firm tip to slobbering over it in circles, sending electrifying zings firing through her like a damn laser show.
Closing his eyes, he sucked sharply on the sensitive button, blinding her with those same glowing beams of pleasure as she yelped.
Then he did it all over again.
Flicked, slobbered, sucked. Watching her as he pushed one finger in and then two. Curling and thrusting them. Flicking, slobbering, and sucking at the same time. All with his eyes closed.
Because he wasn’t eating her out for her pleasure.
This was his reward. This was for him.
Maybe that was why the glowing light burned brighter than the sun and didn’t fade—couldn’t fade when Dominic was so focused on the joy of keeping it there.
And it was so intense, the pleasure bordering on uncomfortable.
Her gaze watered under the heat of it, her mind was woozy, her panting and mewling loud over the thunder of her heart.
Rayna was balanced precariously on her toes as if she thought she could escape the shocking trajectory he was hurling her in, or because it gave her leverage to rub against his face and thrust down on his thick fingers.
Or both, because she was afraid of the orgasm he was about to give her as much as she craved it.
But, fuck, she hadn’t been ready. Not for the shriek she released nor for the white-hot supernova that blasted through her core as she tightened and quaked and clutched at his luscious locks.
It lasted for an eternity, delayed by seconds and minutes as scorching sensation travelled through her, reaching every nerve, bone, and inch of muscle until it consumed her.
When it faded, she gasped for air, stars blinking in her vision. Dominic slipped his fingers out of her as he licked gently at her overworked clit once, twice, a third time, and she whined, trying to pull at his hair with vibrating hands.
He dragged the seat of his face away and carefully lowered her leg. Except without any support, her knees gave out, and she collapsed onto his lap.
He caught her in his arms with a soft grunt and hugged her close. “I have you.”
Rayna let him hold her close, her forehead resting against the side of his neck as she tried to catch her breath and process the incredible phenomenon that had just occurred.
Wow…that was…wow.
A chuckle shook Dominic’s chest, and she realised she’d muttered her inner thoughts aloud. She pulled back to find amusement dancing around the flames of arousal in his eyes.
“Warn a girl next time, would you,” she croaked.
His grin was big and gorgeous. “Heed this warning for next time.”
Rayna rolled her eyes playfully, then squished his face in her hands and kissed him, licking the taste of herself from his tongue as a hum rolled around his mouth.
The sound turned into a hiss when she wiggled against his erection. “Can you do that with your dick too?”