Page 16 of Prince of Queens

I lean in, my eyes never leaving hers. "More than you know."

The ride back to her place is charged with tension. When we pull up outside her building, I turn to her.

"I'm coming up," I say, not a question but a statement.

She hesitates for a moment, then nods. "Okay."

As soon as we're inside her loft, I pull her to me, my lips crashing down on hers. I press her against the wall, my hands roaming her body as our kiss becomes more heated. She moans into my mouth, the sound driving me wild.

I’ve waited too long to have her like this, and now that I do, I’m going to savor every second.

I grab her hips, lifting her off the floor as I carry her to the couch, not breaking the kiss. When I lay her down, I pause for a moment, looking into her eyes.

"Tell me you want this, Gia," I murmur, my voice rough. My hand cups her cheek, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip.

Her breath is shallow, her pupils dilated as she looks up at me. "I want this... I want you, Dominic."

I claim her mouth again, this time slower, deeper. My hands trace the curves of her body, memorizing every inch of her. Her dress rides up as I slide my hand along the smooth skin of her thigh, higher, until I feel the lace of her panties beneath my fingers.

"Red," I growl against her lips, pulling back just enough to look at her flushed face. "I’ve been imagining you like this, writhing beneath me, for far too long."

Gia moans softly, her body responding to every word, every touch. I shift lower, kissing along her jaw, down her neck, biting just hard enough to make her gasp. I want her marked. I want her to feel me long after I’m gone. I nip the sensitive spot at the base of her neck, soothing the sting with my tongue.

Her fingers weave through my hair, tugging as her breathing grows more erratic. "Dominic…"

I smirk against her skin, loving how easily she falls apart under my touch. But I’m just getting started. I drag her dress up over her hips, exposing more of her to me, and with one swift motion, I pull it over her head and toss it aside. My gaze roams her body, taking in every inch of her. She’s perfect—too perfect for me, but I don’t care. I quickly shed my jacket and shirt, kicking off my shoes as I settle above her.

I kiss my way down her body, tasting every part of her. Her skin is soft, and the way she trembles under my lips drives me wild. I reach her stomach, planting open-mouthed kisses that have her squirming.

"Dominic, please," she whispers, her voice shaky with need.

"Please, what?" I tease, nipping at her hip bone. My hands grip her thighs, spreading them wider, holding her in place.

"Stop teasing," she breathes. "I can’t take it."

A low chuckle rumbles in my chest. "You’ll take everything I give you, Red. And you’ll love it."

I hook my fingers under the lace of her panties, dragging them down her legs, slowly, torturously, never breaking eye contact. She’s panting now, her chest rising and falling quickly, and it only spurs me on. I toss the fabric aside and settle between her thighs.

I run my hands up her legs, feeling the tension there. "Relax, Gia. Let me take care of you." I lean down, my mouth hovering over her most sensitive spot, my breath warm against her skin.

Her eyes widen, and her lips part in a silent plea. I give her exactly what she’s begging for, using my mouth to claim her in a way that no one else ever has. Her taste is intoxicating, and the sounds she makes as I explore her drive me to the edge of control.

I move slowly at first, savoring her reactions, but as her moans grow louder, her fingers gripping the couch cushions, I can’t hold back any longer. I slip a finger inside her, then another, and pump in and out of her slick center. I use my tongue to push her higher, faster, until she’s gasping my name, her body arching off the couch.

"That’s it," I murmur against her, my voice thick with desire. "Come for me, Red."

Her body tenses, and she cries out, shuddering as I take her over the edge. I don’t stop until I’ve wrung every last bit of pleasure from her, until she’s limp and breathless beneath me.

I sit up slightly, my hands on either side of her hips as I look down at her. I hold her gaze, the raw satisfaction of watching her unravel coursing through me. Her chest rises and falls with each shaky breath, and the sight of her laid out beneath me, completely undone, stirs something primal deep inside.

“You’re so beautiful, Gia,” I rasp, my voice low and rough. My hand moves to her cheek, gently brushing her wild hair back from her face. Her lips part, her breath still coming in soft, uneven pants as she gazes up at me through half-lidded eyes.

I can’t help myself. I lean down and capture her mouth with mine, slow and deliberate this time, tasting her like I’ve got all the time in the world. The kiss deepens, and she responds instantly, her hands sliding up my arms, fingers digging into my skin as if anchoring herself to me.

I groan into her mouth, my control hanging by a thread. Her taste, her scent, the way she melts beneath my touch—it’s all driving me wild.

Gia's hand presses firmly against my chest, and I let her push me back into a sitting position. My heart pounds in anticipation as she slides off the sofa and drops gracefully to her knees in front of me. Her eyes lock onto mine, burning with intent, and I can barely contain the growl rumbling low in my throat.

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