Page 12 of A Seed Of Peril

Dominic positioned himself at my entrance, slipping his hand inside my muumuu and sliding it up my thigh, squeezing it, his grip not strong enough to hurt me but tight enough to let me know I wasn’t easily going anywhere if I tried.

“Fuck,” he growled and then thrust inside me.

I moaned, taking all he had to give.

He was rough. Fast. A beast. This wasn’t our usual love making, and it felt so fucking good.

He slowed his rhythm a hair, sliding out and waiting a second before thrusting back into me. “I was glad.” Thrust. “When you.” Thrust. “Knocked.”

I was quickly finding myself near that familiar, cosmic edge. The cliff I never shied away from jumping off of. It was hot in here. My pleasure pooled, building… And building. I slipped my hand between my thighs, finding my bud and rubbing it as I found my rhythm. “Was… Was it not going well?” I moaned long and loud, increasing my own pace.

Dominic tensed, grunting words in Italian as our skin slapped together.

“Her fucking crying.” He grunted louder, thrusting at greater speed—a speed that told me he was about to join me over the edge of that cliff. “The past.” Thrust. “I was fucking tired… Of all of it.” He slammed into me one final time, squeezing my thigh, roaring as he rode out his release.

I gasped, panting, squeezing around his cock and grabbing his wrist, riding out my own fantastic release. Our juices dripped down my thighs.

Getting better control of his breathing, Dominic let go of me and held my hips while I leaned forward against the pool table. I rested my head on my arms, catching my breath.

“So, thank you,” he said.

“I should come to your rescue more often,” I joked.

“Fucking right you should.” His chuckle that followed was just about the sexiest sound in the world.

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Satiated,I watched my boyfriend pour himself a drink.

“Was it really that bad today?” I asked him, unable to tame my curiosity any longer.

Dominic drank his first sip of Walker, looking toward the ceiling as he brought the glass back toward the bar counter. “She wants forgiveness.” He sighed, taking another sip. From here, I saw the tension in his muscles. I could practically feel it. “She wants to fix what she fucking broke.” He turned around and walked over to his desk, stopping in front of me. Looking up at him, I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch as he brushed his hand along the side of my face, his fingers in my hair. “Thank you,” he said, his breath on my skin.

When Dominic walked away after kissing my forehead, he left me incredibly confused.

I turned in the chair, watching him taking a seat at the table.

Thank me for what?What was I missing?Did he thank me for knocking on the door?The fantastic sex we just had?

“For what? I don’t understand.”

He looked at me. “For not turning your back on me, too.” He drank a smaller sip of his drink, now watching television.

Words I once spoke unearthed from my memories.

“And you’re the light of my life. I’ll never hurt you, and I’ll never, ever run. Unless you’re coming home, then I’ll just tackle you.”

Teary-eyed, I rested my palm over my heart, smiling at how far we had come. When telling Dominic I wasn’t going anywhere, I meant it. Sure, there had been bumps in the road—small to crater-sized—but my love for the man mere feet away from me was far too fucking great for me to throw my hands up at any of those bumps. He was then and was still learning to break down his walls and overcome personal demons.

I couldn’t have been prouder.

Leaving his desk, I walked to the table and straddled his lap, leaning in for a kiss, his cheeks in my palms. He cupped my ass and brought me in closer, his cock hard again. He rubbed his hands up along my sides, eventually settling them on my hips. His hold was firm, his body language telling me he lusted for a round two, but my body said otherwise.

“I’m too tired.”

Dominic brushed his nose up along the side of my face, kissing a couple of spots so lightly, it almost tickled. His lips grazed against my skin as he spoke. “When you’re rested.” He kissed my skin once more before pulling away to just look at me.

I was ready for a nap but not before we talked. He couldn’t leave me hanging about his mother, and I wanted to pick his brain about something else.

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