Page 30 of Hidden Hearts

AVERY

Turns out giving into Dominic and my attraction wasn’t so difficult after all. Most of the stress I felt about us stemmed from me refusing to accept what was right in front of my face. Go figure.

We still bickered, but it was playful—almost like a form of foreplay.

“You’re gonna have to spell it out for me, Avery. What exactly does surrendering mean?”

Stroking the back of his neck with my fingertips, I revel in the freedom I’ve given myself to touch Dominic without reprimand. “It means I’m ready for more.”

His swift inhalation ends in a growl as he drags my shirt up, up, up as if waiting for me to stop the slow rise. When I don’t, the green tee continues its journey before halting over my eyes, binding my arms overhead.

“What—” The unexpected move sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine. It’s not like I could see much before, but now the dark has shifted. Transformed into an erotic tease.

"I can stop. If this is too much,” Dominic says. His low voice filters through the cotton. “I don't want to, but I can.”

I believe him. Inherently trust that he'll do whatever I ask. But we’ve come too far now. This is what I’ve been craving for weeks.

"Please…" The pleading whimper should embarrass me. I’ve never imagined myself as the type of woman to beg a man for anything. One, because I’ve been too reserved in the past to even gather enough courage to do such a thing, but two, because I’m an independent person. If there’s something I need, I get it for myself. I don’t rely on someone else to give it to me.

But I need Dominic to give me everything. Yearn to experience the passion of his full possession. For the tension that’s been building between us since our first meeting to culminate in an explosive rain of pleasure.

"Don't worry, baby. I've got you."

A sheen of sweat gathers on my body as I freeze, muscles tense in preparation for what he has in store for me.

The large cups of my bra are folded under my heavy breasts, fighting to hold their weight. At least my undergarments are cute with tiny, embroidered roses strewn across the serviceable fabric.

“Fuck, you’re overflowing my palms, firebrand. So gorgeous.” My beaded nipples roll under his thumbs as he molds my breasts in fascination. Or what I guess is fascination since my vision is still obscured.

Which is why the wet heat of his tongue swiping across the pebbled skin of my areolas wrings a sharp cry from my throat, and I unconsciously retreat from the shock. Dominic follows until a wall halts our progress, and he takes advantage of this new placement by sinking deeper into me, the extra soft hills and valleys of my body cushioning his.

“Is this a kink of yours? Pinning me to walls, sheds, counters?”

A wicked chuckle vibrates across my breast before teeth nip and nibble, pulling on a sensitive nipple then releasing it. “Thank yourself for the discovery. Before you, such things didn’t interest me. I was a respectable man.”

“Debatable,” I taunt, arching into his mouth when he switches to my other breast.

There's a burning need inside me. My hips bump into his, begging for relief, but he ignores me, keeping his attention focused on my chest. One hand lowers to divest me of my shorts and panties, leaving me bare to his hungry eyes except for the tee covering my face.

When his fingers slide between my thighs, he hisses at the easy glide my slick arousal provides. Suddenly, Dominic whips the shirt the rest of the way off and hefts me into his arms, my arms and legs naturally clinging to him for security.

Lavishing kisses over his cheek and jaw, a giggle rises in my chest. “You know, I’ve got a quote that fits our current scenario.”

Dominic pauses before carefully letting me slip down his body until I’m flat on my bed. He remembered the wonky frame situation. If he’d tossed me in a fervor, I would’ve fallen straight through, slamming the mattress to the floor and breaking the flimsy metal frame.

“Does it have something to do with me being a pirate and you’re my booty?”

Another burst of laughter breaks free at the suggestion. “No, but that’s a good one. It’s less about you being a pirate and more of a vampire…”

Dominic groans and drops his head on my stomach. “Please no.”

It’s hard to shrug when you’re laying down, but somehow, I manage. “Suit yourself. Just know you’re missing out.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” he rumbles, levering himself up on his elbows to place teasing love bites on my belly and inner thighs.

The heat of his mouth over my pussy evaporates the last of my humor. I don’t want to laugh anymore. I want to come. Revel in a different kind of release.

“I’ve wanted to do this since tasting you at the YP event.” Dominic’s tongue lashes my clit, flicking and nudging before dipping down to lap at my pulsing channel. “I would’ve fallen to my knees and worshiped this sweet cunt there, but somehow I doubt you would have let me.”

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