Page 29 of Place of Torment

I was his as well.

As if he could read my mind, he moved closer, closing what little space was left between us. The scent, which was uniquely him, filled my nose and made me lightheaded with need. My body swayed where I sat on the side of the roof, and a muscular arm snaked around my waist pulling me ever closer like he couldn't get enough.

I didn't fight it. That need wanted me to wrap my arms around him and to claw his skin because no amount of closeness was close enough. I need to feel his heartbeat, to feel his breath on my skin, his arms around me, caging me, holding me down, keeping me safe.

These thoughts were something that would've pissed me off not that long ago, but whatever it was, that he was invoking inside of me, was stronger than my will. Was stronger even than my desire for revenge.

It was pure, undiluted lust.

It took my breath away.

Panic tried to settle in, but I breathed through it, holding Dominic's gaze, which was the only anchor keeping me rooted to reality. I watched him, breathless, as he lifted his hand and grazed the back of his fingers over my cheekbone with a soft, secret smile playing on his lips. I returned the gesture with one of my own, copying his face and rubbing my thumb close to his eye.

“Do you know what you asked me earlier?” He kept his tone low, the baritone, vibrating deep in his chest.

“I can't remember my name right now to tell you the truth.” I snorted at my pathetic behavior.

“You asked me to trust you.” He reminded me.

“Yes, I remember.” Taking a deep breath, I turned my head and pressed my face to his chest. It was too raw and intense to look him in the eye. I felt too much. I didn't know what to do with this much emotion.

“I will ask you to return the favor.” Dominic pulled away from me so that I must look at him. “Will you trust me, Brooklyn?”

“Yes.” I breathed.

“I am going to kiss you now.” He said.

And I didn't fight it. I closed my eyes, and I tilted my face up to give him better access.

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Dominic

She looks so small sitting there on the side of the roof, the red hair like flames dancing around her head with the strands kissing her cheeks because they are just like me, awed at her beauty. Watching her face tilted up with lips parted invitingly for me lights a molten fire inside me. Like a feral beast, I wanted to grab her and kiss her senseless, but I had to stop and look at her.

I want the picture of her offering her lips to me engraved in my memory for centuries to come. This female. This warrior that is ready to take on the world all on her own, willingly removed her armor for me.

I didn't deserve it, but I'll take it.

I will take anything she gives me and cherish it for the precious gift it was.

Her lashes fluttered gently before her eyelids began to rise, and I understood that that was my queue. Tucking a curled finger under her chin, I lifted her face and pressed my lips to hers. I have kissed Brooklyn a few times, many of which she probably doesn't even remember from the bloodlust. But this, this felt like something new.

The tip of my tongue prodded at her mouth, and she parted her lips for me. I was a drowning man, and she was the breath I needed to live. I breathed her in. Her scent, her taste, it overwhelmed me so much that it took away my logic. I was standing on two legs, but I was also a beast, and my animal acts on an ingrained instinct as he joined in my desire for my mate, clawing at my insides to take her.

I needed this female more than I needed my next breath. Spearing my fingers into her hair, I pulled her closer, standing up and lifting her with me so that I can press her body to mine. One arm around her waist helped me maneuver her so that I can pin her on the side of the chimney and plunder her mouth with my tongue, leaving no nook or cranny unexplored.

A soft moan came from Brooklyn, and suddenly, all the weakness and softness were gone. Placing both her arms around my neck, she used me as leverage to bounce off the tiles and wrap her legs around my hips. The movement separated her lips and left us both panting. I can see her need for me, burning bright in her eyes that were focused solely on me. My heart was hammering against my ribs hard enough I thought everyone could hear it. My erection was pressing against the zipper of my jeans making it painful to move, and I hissed when I shuffled my feet to get a better grip on her ass.

Arching her back, she grabbed a handful of my hair at the back of my skull and yanked me to her, shoving her tongue in my mouth, with a desperate passion. Our tongues danced, twisted and moved and my knees almost buckled when she ground her core over my cock.

I pressed her harder into the chimney, grinding on her as I started pulling her shirt off. In return, she continued kissing me, slightly pulling back so she can nip on my lip or suck on my tongue before continuing to take my breath away.

She was driving me insane.

“Help me take this off, Brooklyn.” I growled as I tugged on her shirt.

“Do you really need it off?” She asked me between kisses, and I could feel her lips curl in a smile on my skin.

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