Chapter 29
Dominic
He could still taste the tart sweetness of Rayna in his mouth. Could feel the phantom of her soft pussy fluttering against his tongue, and hear the cry she rewarded him with echoing like the entrancing call of a nymph in the back of his mind as he stood in the bathroom of her bedroom.
Having taken the quickest shower with Rayna, cooling water droplets slipped down the taut lines of his naked body as he watched her draw the clawed clip out of her twisted hair.
Dominic held his breath, not moving, not daring to look away as she tossed it aside and shook out her rosewood red locks.
Strands clung to the damp skin over her golden shoulders.
Then she lifted her chin and stared up at him from where she knelt naked on the bathroom mat. And the shock of excitement that dashed up from his groin bloody damn stopped his heart.
Because Rayna wasn’t just staring. No, no, she was gobbling him up with a saucy little smirk, her teeth nibbling ever so slightly on her bottom lip.
It was a bold, lustful declaration of approval, and what sane man wouldn’t feel like the king of the world when the woman he loved, who he was about to make love to, looked at him so?
Dominic was sane. Very sane. Felt like a king too, his pride bloating like a hot-air balloon under her lazy perusal.
And yet thick chains of iron were wrapped around his cock and throat, the ends of which Rayna held in a tight fist. Because, despite being the one on her knees, she had him entirely at her mercy—trembling and throbbing like a feeble-minded man.
She placed her hands on the outsides of his hairy thighs, and he flinched, his lips coming apart. “Rayna,” he rasped.
She hummed absently as she caressed upwards.
A gritted sound smashed against the back of his teeth as his dick preened under the weight of her heavy, glowing gaze.
Then she followed the trail of dark hairs up the flat plain of his stomach, wet her lips as she crossed over the mat on his chest, and flashed him a slow grin as she sank him into the stunning sea of her charcoal irises.
“You’re so pretty,” she purred.
Heat flooded to the surface of his skin. “I cannot be pretty. I am…am a man,” he bloody stuttered as her fingers edged towards his pulsing dick.
“Still pretty though. And big. So big.” Her lashes dropped. “Especially here.”
His neck strained on a groan when she clamped both hands around his girth, causing a spring to snap back at the base of his spine. “Rayna…”
“Look at that,” she moaned, wringing his mind like a washcloth as she twisted her hands. “I’ve got both hands around you, and the tip is still poking out.” She moved her face closer, staring right up at him. “How am I gonna fit you in my mouth, hmm?”
Dominic’s heart and dick spasmed in panic when she parted her lips and stuck her tongue out. “Bloody damn—wait.” He folded over and held her back by the shoulders. “Wait. Rayna, wait.”
Her eyes widened in question as he panted, but he closed out the stunning sight of her.
This was bad. This was really, really bad.
It wasn’t as if no woman had ever put him in her mouth before. But his dick in the mouth of the woman he loved?
He would die. He wouldn’t last even a second. The moment her lips touched him, he would spill like a fountain. That was…that couldn’t happen. He couldn’t embarrass himself like that.
Trying to throw buckets of ice-cold water over the heat rumbling through him, he took several long, slow breaths.
“Dominic.”
He dared to open his eyes and found a faint crevice between Rayna’s brows.
“I won’t suck you off if you don’t want me to.”
Bloody woods, must she have worded it so?
He smiled tightly. “It is not that I do not want you to, but you…you do not have to.”
“I want to. But only if you want it too.”
Her hands had loosened around his girth, but damn all of Neves, her words nearly had him choking as if she were crushing him.
“I fear…” He paused and swallowed around his swelling tongue. “I fear if you put me in your mouth, I will never live as a sane man again.”
The worried crease vanished, and a slow, seductive smile blossomed on her lips. “How about we find out then?”
Shit.
“Ray—” The rushed breath of her name turned into a low, grated growl as she licked up the underside of him, from bollocks to tip.
He gasped, bliss slicing his lungs to ribbons, and his hands jerked out to anchor him to something.
Rayna’s hair.
The vixen moaned as she swirled her warm, wet tongue over the liquid leaking from him. “Good boy,” she purred, and stars skirted his vision. “Hold my hair for me.”
Dominic stared his doom in her pretty eyes and damn near whimpered for her to take him.
Her tongue followed a throbbing vein along the top of him as one hand massaged his balls.
He couldn’t help it; his fingers dug into her hair tighter.
She smiled like he’d done something to earn it as she spread her saliva along him in a kissing lick, but when she went to treat the rest of him with the same action, she froze.
“Oh, fuck.” Rayna’s stuttered exhale fanned over his cock, and he didn’t know whether to wish for a swift death or ask for it to last an eternity. “Look.”
Shaking down to the bone, Dominic forced himself to follow the direction of her gaze.
He stilled as his skin went up in flames.
Fuck. They could be seen. Everything.
Faint. Perhaps slightly distorted. But in the glass of the shower cubicle on his left, Dominic stared his reflection in the eyes before dropping to find Rayna looking at him through it. One hand around his dick, the other cupping the tightening sacks hanging below. On. Her. Knees.
“You can see us,” she whispered.
Forming words was no longer possible, so he nodded dumbly at the cubicle.
Her arousal had evidently spiked like his, because she groaned and abruptly closed her mouth around his crown, and he no longer knew where to look. The sensual painting of them in the glass. Or the real woman at his feet, trying to suck his soul from him.
“Rayna,” he rasped, watching the inches of his cock disappear past her lips down to her hand.
Bloody damn mother of Neves, her tongue was so warm and wet and impatient.
She pulled back, humming, and dragged her fist with her mouth.
A groan escaped between his gritted teeth as she swallowed him again.
And dragged. And swallowed. Dragged. Swallowed.
Drag. Swallow, drag, swallow. Until the room spun, preventing him from staring at anything but her, and he couldn’t stop chanting her name.
“Rayna.” She slurped. He died a little bit more. “Rayna, Rayna. Sweetheart.” Her fist tightened, and he made a sound he didn’t recognise as himself. “Darling, please.”
She dropped her hand and tried to force down what she hadn’t taken before. Her eyes watered and rolled as she gagged, her throat convulsing around him. And he nearly went face-first through the brick wall of his climax.
Nearly. What worldly power saved him from doing so, he’d never know, but he’d thank it daily until the day he died.
Dominic yanked at Rayna’s hair, tearing her off him. He careened forward, gasping as she did the same, strings of saliva clinging to her lips as liquid dampened her lashes.
“No more. No more,” he managed to get out. “I cannot take any—more.”
She grinned mischievously. “We have all night, Dominic,” she said, her voice a little hoarse. “You can come in my mouth now and come in my pussy later.”
He plastered a palm over her lips, strands of her hair still tangled around his fingers. “Dammit, woman, be quiet.”
Her chuckle tickled his palm and crinkled her wet eyes, and his heart seemed to float up in his chest even though it doubled in weight.
Gosh, was she precious. So beautiful and naughty. Just perfect in every way.
I want her to be mine. Forever.
He wanted to show her she was. Without using any of the words that would frighten her away.
“Come here,” Dominic called, gently tugging Rayna up by her elbows.
He lifted her into his arms as he might do—would do—when he carried her over the threshold of their home as husband and wife, and she made a quiet sound of surprise.
“Dominic, put me down,” she grumbled, but held on to his shoulders. “I can walk myself.”
“Yes, I am aware of that,” he said, turning his body so they could fit through the bathroom door.
Her expression twisted, but he dipped his head and kissed her, with the bed a few steps away. She sighed and tipped her head back, allowing him to deepen the tangle of their lips.
His legs hit the end of the frame, and he broke their kiss to brace a knee on the mattress as he lowered Rayna onto the cool cotton sheets.
With her arms still locked around him, he went with her, nestling into the space she created between her plush thighs.
Then she sank her hand into his hair and fed him the warmth of her want with lavish drags of her tongue.
He groaned, basking in the sensation, but it didn’t take long for their bodies to start slipping and sliding, hands gripping and urging, with restless need.
“Quickly,” Rayna rasped, scratching one set of nails down his torso. “Hurry up and fuck me.”
His abdomen spasmed as pleasure clawed through him, but he swiftly caught her wrist and pinned it by her head. “Not yet.”
She groaned and glared, but when he swiped two fingers between her wet cunt, her brows lifted, and a thick glaze melted over her eyes. “Gosh, yes.”
Dominic watched her face in awe, failing to remind himself to breathe, as a filthy squelch filtered between them. He tapped her once, twice, needing to hear the sound again before pressing his fingers inside down to his knuckles. Rayna arched up under him with a sigh.
“Dominic,” she breathed, scraping the muscles down his arm and back. “As good as that feels, I’d prefer if that was your dick inside me.”
“Hush.”