Page 68 of Born into Sin

The feral look in his eyes has me lifting up even more, but before I can scurry away, he grabs my hips, using his tattooed forearms to press against my thighs and hold me firmly in place.

“Mm-mm,” he murmurs, shaking his head to let me know I won’t be moving anytime soon.

Ducking his head, he pushes the ice back so all I feel are his cold lips as he very slowly kisses a line up my tender slit.

“Fuck,” I moan, dropping my head back again. The coolness feels amazing against my sore pussy as he kisses every inch of me, soothing my aching body in a way I hadn’t been expecting. I gasp when he circles my clit with the ice, chasing the motion with a soft suck of his cool lips. The sensations are dizzying, fluctuating between cold ice and the heat of his mouth, and all I can do is thread my fingers into his thick hair and let him do whatever the hell he wants as I look up at the stars shining down on us.

He acts like we have all the time in the world, like there’s nowhere else on earth he’d rather be than right here between my legs, and when the first orgasm hits me, I scream his name and rock against his talented mouth, completely and utterly lost to him. He keeps going, working me through the orgasm only to throw me right into another one. He’s relentless in his pursuit of my pleasure, and I’m taken aback by it. This is all about me, about making me feel good, and he’s putting his heart and soul into it and giving me everything he has.

I lose track of the orgasms. They run together, creating an endless wave of ecstasy that I happily drown in. Stars dot my vision, and I can’t tell if they’re real or caused by my erratic breathing. The last thing I remember is a heavy warmth falling over me, seeping into every part of my body and the sound of his deep laugh that seems so very, very far away.

When I wake, I’m back in his bed and I notice two things immediately—I’m naked and Dominic’s a cuddler. His large body is curled around mine, arm draped across my chest in a tight hug with his head resting above mine on the pillow. I can tell by his breathing that he’s asleep, so I keep still, not wanting to wake him.

While he sleeps, I try to work through my memories of last night. I remember the meal and the amazing oral sex under the skylight, but then it starts to grow fuzzy. I remember seeing stars and how everything started to fade away, but I don’t remember getting naked, and I don’t remember getting into bed. My body is still sore, but it’s not bad and it feels better than it did yesterday, so I know there’s no way we had sex. I’m still trying to puzzle it out when Dominic tightens his grip on me and tenses his body in a long stretch.

“Morning, principessa,” he murmurs against my neck before giving it a kiss.

“Morning.” I hug the tattooed arm that’s still firmly wrapped around me. “How did you know I was awake?”

“I could tell by your breathing, and you were tracing my octopus tattoo.”

“I was?” I look down at where I’d been absentmindedly stroking his skin. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize I was doing that. I was trying to not wake you.”

“Don’t apologize. If you’re awake, then I want to be awake.”

Scooting me closer so my ass is pressed up against him, my eyes widen when I feel what he’d been hiding from me. Damn. Yeah, I’d definitely know if we had sex last night. Your body doesn’t quickly forget a cock like that. A sexual encounter with Dominic is one you carry around for a few days.

I turn my head to face him, not at all surprised to find that he looks adorable minutes after waking up. Tousled hair, lazy grin, dark facial hair that’s even thicker, and a mischievous glint in his dark eyes that lets me know he’s thinking all kinds of sinful thoughts about me.

“You look way too damn good in the morning,” I mutter, making him laugh. “How did I get naked and how did we get back in bed?”

He smiles and rolls onto his back, lifting his arms in a stretch that gives me a mouthwatering view of his chest and abs and not even remotely embarrassed by the obscene way his erection is tenting the sheets.

“You passed out after I made you come multiple times, and I prefer you naked.”

I turn on my side and lift up onto my elbow so I can see him better. “You got me naked after I passed out?”

He smiles even bigger. “I did, yes.”

“And then what?”

He doesn’t even pretend to look guilty when he says, “Then I jerked off onto your perfect little body and carried you to bed.”

I let out a surprised laugh. “How the hell did I sleep through that?”

“You were very tired, sweetheart. You came so many times.” He yanks the sheet down and drags a finger up my thigh until he’s grazing the soft skin between my legs. “You were so wet, principessa, and I swallowed every drop you had to give. Do you feel better today? Did the ice help?”

My body flushes at the memory of how damn good that had felt. “Yes, it helped. I’m not as sore as I was yesterday.”

“Good.” He gives me a wink and runs his eyes over me. “I’m more than happy to do that anytime you need me to.”

Having a naked Dominic inches away from me is a temptation that’s impossible to resist. Leaning closer, I kiss along his sculpted bicep as he sighs and cups the back of my head.

“Where did you come on me?” I ask in between kisses.

I hear his soft laugh as I make my way up his shoulder.

“Everywhere,” he admits, laughing again. “I can’t fucking control myself around you. I came on your pussy and then on your stomach and then I covered your perfect tits in my cum.” He hooks a finger under my chin and tilts my face up so he can see me. “You look beautiful wearing my seed, principessa. If I had my way, it’s the only thing you’d ever wear.” He drags his finger back down my leg until he’s trailing it along the arch of my foot. “And maybe those sexy pink heels.”

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