Page 77 of The Hermit

He takes hold of my hips, and when he lifts me against his body, I quickly wrap my legs around his waist. He breaks the kiss as he carries me out onto the veranda, where he’s laid out blankets.

When he lays me down on my back and I see the stars shining above us, it feels like my heart bursts wide open. Every wall I’ve ever put up to protect myself from the world crumbles to dust.

My gaze moves, and it locks with Dominik’s as he keeps himself braced over me, his eyes searching mine for the slightest sign of fear or panic.

Reaching up, I place my hands on his chest, soaking in the feel of how solid he is beneath my palms.

“If at any point you need me to stop, just say so.”

I nod, thankful for this man who’s done nothing but take my feelings into consideration since we got married.

Wanting to encourage him, I reach down, and taking hold of my dress, I pull it up. I have to wiggle to get it over my torso and head and finally drop it somewhere to my left.

Dominik’s eyes drifts slowly over my bra and panties before he places a hand on my side. “Sakra, si krásna, moja žena.”

Just as I’m about to ask what it means, he translates, “Damn, you’re beautiful, my wife.”

A smile spreads across my face, and reaching for him again, I brush my fingertips from his pecks down to the words tattooed on his abs.

He lowers his head, and his mouth nips at mine before he groans, “Môj.” Then he gives me one hell of a hot kiss that quickly has me gasping for air while trying to meet his pace.

When he grabs hold of my bra and yanks the cup away from my left breast, I arch my back, and while I lose his mouth to my nipple, I quickly unhook the strap so he can tug the lace away and toss it to the side.

Dominik sucks and bites my left nipple before switching to the right one, groaning as if he’s tasting the most delicious thing ever.

Starting to feel feverish with need, I whimper, and it has him abandoning my breasts and moving down. He grips hold of my panties, and way too slowly, drags them down my legs.

There’s a tightening of nerves in my stomach when I lie naked beneath him, but not wanting to let anything ruin this moment, I ignore it.

“So fucking beautiful,” Dominik breathes in total reverence.

He lays down partially on top of me, and feeling his chest touch my left breast has tingles racing over me.

He presses a gentle kiss to my mouth, then locks eyes with me. “Thank you for trying so hard to make this marriage work. I know I forced you, but I did it because you deserved so much better, and I couldn’t leave you in Ireland. I wanted you here with me where you could heal, and nothing could hurt you again.”

His words make emotion push up my throat, and my eyes start to sting with unshed tears. My voice is hoarse as I admit, “If I had known who you really were when we met, I would’ve run into your arms and begged you never to let go.” My hands move up to rest on either side of his neck over the wings of the angel tattooed on his skin. “If it weren’t for you, I’d still be in hell.”

Dominik closes the distance between us, and his mouth meets mine with so much tenderness I can’t keep a tear from spiraling over my temple and into my hair.

As he deepens the kiss and his tongue massages mine with hard strokes, a fire ignites between us, and I get swept up completely in him.

A breeze plays around us, cooling my skin a little. Then Dominik moves his hand down, and his fingers brush through my slit, his touch setting me on fire.

His kisses turn urgent as his finger circles my opening, and when he pushes inside me, I’m inundated with sensations that have my back arching and my nails digging into his skin.

He instantly breaks the kiss to look at my face, and seeing my reaction is from pleasure, the corner of his mouth lifts. He starts to alternate between massaging and fingering me, his eyes taking mine prisoner.

I move my hands up and down his chest, reveling in how amazing he feels before I push my hand into his sweatpants.

The moment my fingers wrap around his hard cock, his expression grows strained.

For a second, I worry that I accidentally hurt him, but then he groans, “Christ, that feels fucking good.”

Before I can do anything else, he pulls away from my hand and moves down my body until his broad shoulders force my legs to open so wide my thighs burn a little.

The burn is quickly forgotten when his tongue sweeps over my clit. I’m still looking up at the stars, and when he sucks hard, they blur from the dizzying pleasure rushing through my body.

The orgasm is unexpected and so intense that, for the first time, a scream is torn from me in pure ecstasy, the sound echoing in the mountains.

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