Chapter 56
Rayna
Asigh slipped off Rayna’s lips as pleasure licked warm and wet between her thighs.
“There you are,” a husky voice purred before a kiss landed on the sensitive apex of her sex.
Those wonderful lips lingered, dragging over her in gentle sucks. She arched into them, her legs stretching, feet caressing over a hot, silky surface as her mind spun in search for the source of the sweet sensation.
A chuckle tickled her senses, and sparks rushed up her belly. “Ever so reluctant to rouse, aren’t you, my love?” Teeth gently nipped at the inside of her thigh. “How am I to make love to you if you do not wake, hmm?”
The hum was followed by a series of swirling licks that locked up all her muscles in tight cages of breathtaking bliss. When that clever mouth suckled on the spot that made her legs kick, consciousness settled over her, filtering in faint sunlight behind her eyelids.
“That’s it, darling. Wake up and show me those pretty eyes.”
Rayna writhed with a groan of both pleasure and exhaustion, aches from the night’s long and vigorous activities throbbing through her limbs. Yet she still reached to hold the mouth pleasuring her right there.
“Dominic,” she moaned as her fingers sifted through thick locks of hair.
The big, lusty oaf pushed her thighs wider apart with his shoulders and buried his tongue right in her pussy hole. She struggled on a gasp, her head lolling and intimate muscles clenching greedily as if he hadn’t kept her full on him for hours already.
But he withdrew from her, making her groan his name in annoyance.
“Open your eyes, sweetheart.”
She could hear the smirk in his voice, and she clenched her hands around his hair, grumbling incoherently as her lashes flickered reluctantly.
Between narrow slits, she found the heady, golden gleam of Dominic’s eyes, the curve of his lips barely visible where he held his face close to her sex.
He was lying on his stomach, the duvet horseshoed around his round, naked arse, his shoulders and arms dented with thick muscles and marred by darkened splotches in the shape and size of her mouth.
Rayna’s belly somersaulted twice in the air. Not because he looked deliciously roguish, but because he was real and there, and she could feel him, not just see him.
It hadn’t been a dream created by a bad case of longing. Dominic really had come back the previous evening. She’d finally told him she loved him, and then they’d spent all night in a tangle of rumpled sheets and sweaty bodies, making up for lost time.
Apparently, that hadn’t been enough for either of them.
“Good morning,” Dominic purred and kissed her swollen clit.
Rayna hummed a low moan, grazing her nails over his scalp. “More,” she rasped, pulling her knees up and wide towards her chest.
With a gruff sound of arousal, he plastered his mouth over her and ate her out like he was in a pussy-eating competition, competing with no one but himself.
She suffocated on garbled sounds and gasps as he flicked his tongue and sucked and prodded.
He rubbed and teased her sore nipples in either hand, holding her captive in a predatory stare every time she glanced down at him.
She whimpered and bowed, and he sharply drew the swollen bud of her clit into his mouth, pinching her nipples hard at the same time.
Sparks lit under her orgasm, and she soared into a place where time and thoughts didn’t exist. There was only blinding ecstasy as she choked on a cry.
Dominic mercilessly kept her as high as he could until the pleasure began feeling like pain, and she writhed in complaint.
Only then did he release her from the torture of his fingers and tongue.
While Rayna caught her breath, he lapped lazily at the wetness on either side of her fluttering cunt, humming in soft delight like he was in his own world. But it made her throb for more.
“Come here,” she beckoned, pulling on his biceps.
He rose up on his hands and knees over her, his cock bobbing heavy and hard. She captured his face in her hands and licked open-mouthed across his lips, tasting herself on him.
“Rayna,” he groaned before meeting her tongue for tongue.
“I love you,” she panted and dipped a hand between their bodies. “I love you so much, Dominic—”
He kissed the corner of her mouth. “I love you too.”
“But I really need you to fuck me like you hate me right now.”
He hissed as she clasped a fist around his dick and rapidly shook his head. “Impossible.”
“Possible. Very, completely possible.” She rubbed his crown between her pussy lips, watching him visibly fight the urge to press forward, before notching him just inside her. “Fuck me hard and deep. As hard and as deep as you can. Please. Please, Dominic. I need it.”
“You damned vixen,” he growled and crashed his lips against hers.
Rayna jolted and cried into his mouth as he slammed his pelvis down, shoving his length into her. Pleasure lanced with a sweet ache flooded through her.
Oh, she was sore. Overworked and used and moulded in the thick shape of him.
But fuck, she loved it—knowing he’d been inside her for hours, being able to feel the lingering throb of him there.
She wanted to make the feeling permanent.
A constant reminder that he was there and hers, and she was his, now, forever, and always.
“I wanted to be gentle. I wished to make love to you,” Dominic grumbled through gritted teeth, pounding into her hard and deep and mean. “But no. No, you begged me to ravish you like a shameless minx. But you will beg me to be gentle when I am done with you.”
Her pillow sank into the mattress as he anchored his fists deeper, forcing her legs, hooked over his forearms, higher. And the angle let him slip deeper, smoother, quicker, rubbing every spot that made her nerves sing an otherworldly melody.
“Fuck,” she shrieked, the pleasure and pain making her eyes water.
He grunted above her as he thrust, thrust, thrust like a fucking animal, rocking the whole bed, and Rayna couldn’t keep quiet, mewling like a cat in heat for all the neighbourhood to hear.
She shook down to the bone, screaming Dominic’s name when her orgasm hit her. With a few more brutal thrusts, he roared as he followed her over.
Wordless moments later, she lay sprawled, sweaty and vibrating, on top of him, his arms locked around her and his cock still buried inside her.
She lifted her head and smiled. “I love you.”
The beautiful, flushed man huffed, then shook his head tiredly as a reluctant curl lifted his mouth. “You very much intend to wield those three words against me whenever you wish to have your way, is that not correct, my love?”
She arched her brows in playful consideration. “Would it work if I did?”
“Always,” he whispered and kissed her grin.
Early that afternoon, once Rayna and Dominic had showered, satisfied their hunger, and had sex once more, George rang her mobile.
“Hello?” he said when she answered. “Are you decent? Can you and Dominic please get decent? Me, Benedict, and V are outside the house and want to come in. And for the love of Neves, please air the whole damn house out before you let us in.”
George cut the call without giving her time to reply, and while Dominic grinned proudly, Rayna grumbled, her cheeks burning, as they went around opening all the windows.
In all honesty, Rayna had completely forgotten about George and Benedict’s existence until she and Dominic had gone downstairs and she’d seen Benedict’s board games and car keys lying exactly where they’d been left, along with the bouquet of roses Dominic had brought.
After the scent of sex was cleared by the cool, crisp air, Rayna opened the front door and found Victor’s car parked along the pavement. Victor and George got out of the front seats while Benedict got out of the back, then the three of them came inside.
“Bloody woods, what did you do to his neck?” George exclaimed in both horror and amusement the moment he saw Dominic.
“Do this with your hand if you’re in danger,” Benedict added, showing Dominic his hand as he curled four fingers over his thumb into a fist.
Dominic chuckled, his shoulders puffing with pride, as he ran a hand over the bruised love bites all over his neck. Rayna blushed furiously, her gaze colliding with the slight grimace on Victor’s face before he lowered his head and adjusted his glasses.
Fuck. Probably should’ve covered those up.
They all sat on the sofas after that, and George and Benedict attacked Dominic with a rush of questions with the curiosity of five-year-old children.
When the conversation finally broke, Victor said, “The POTeM Board wants to speak to you both now that Dominic’s back.”
“Today?” Rayna asked.
“Preferably. But I can ask them to defer their request to another day if you want.”
Rayna looked at Dominic, then straightened her spine. “No, today’s fine actually.”
Rayna, Dominic, and Victor met the Board in the same meeting room in which, months ago, Jim Pine had warned Dominic he couldn’t stay. Except this time, he was the only one of the seven members who was missing.
In his seat opposite Rayna sat Sheun instead, her brown-eyed stare blank but not cold the way Jim’s had been, and her braids having been changed for thin cornrows that hung to her nape.
Next to her was Lang, Jim’s lackey, who had also been against Dominic staying. There was the older brunette lady, who had been the first to voice her support, along with the black male scientist and the other two women, who’d also been on their side.
Sheun glanced from Rayna to Dominic, then smiled. It was small but unexpectedly genuine.
“I would like to start by saying welcome back, Lord Norland,” she said. “There were moments I did doubt you’d be able to achieve the theoretically impossible, but I’m not surprised you did it. Well done for proving us wrong.”