Page 24 of Untouchable

“No going back,” he murmured, and Chloe shook her head.

When he stepped into his room and walked toward the bed, she stared into his hard-set face. He let her body slide down his, and she could feel the defined, hard length of his cock nudge her belly.

He moved away to shut the door, and then made his way toward her again, stopping in front of her. This seemed wrong on more than one level, not because of who he was to her, but because this was the room he’d once shared with her aunt.

“After Clara left, I got rid of everything she’d ever bought, everything we’d ever shared. That included the bedroom furniture.”

She wondered if her thoughts had been that transparent. It had been eight years since Clara had lived in this cottage, eight long years since she’d betrayed Dominic well after their marriage had already been over with. And although it all looked different now, the furniture changed, the décor sparse and masculine, it was still the same structure.

But did that really matter anymore? Did a house deem what a relationship could be?

“Come here, Chloe.”

She licked her lips and did as he asked. Those three little words held a touch of dominance that she couldn’t deny made her even wetter. The alcohol she’d consumed, as little as it had been, coursed through her veins and seemed to make herlightheaded. Or maybe it was her arousal that made her feel that way.

She could smell the whiskey on his breath, and it made her hotter, more aroused. She wanted to feel his breath coasting over her nude flesh, causing it to pebble with awareness and tingle with want.

“Take your clothes off, slowly.”

Oh God.He was using that voice she was sure he reserved when he was commanding others, that same deep tone that brooked no argument. She shivered from the intensity.

Chloe went for the buttons of her shirt. She slowly plucked each one out of its hole, then finally pushed the material off her shoulders and felt it flutter to the ground beside her feet. She didn’t wear a bra, a habit during the summer months.

When she went for the button and zipper of her shorts, Dominic shook his head and took a step forward. He ate up the distance until all she felt was the raw, hungry passion that sizzled between them.

Dominic cupped both of her breasts. He did nothing but hold the twin weights in his palms for so long that Chloe started to breathe harder, heavier in anticipation. Who would have thought that one, light touch would drive her crazy with lust?

When she didn’t think she could stand another minute, Dominic ran his thumbs over the engorged peaks. She arched her back as pleasure washed through her. Her nipples, those two, small beads of tissue, tightened up further. She could actually feel the blood rush to them, filling them, heating them, making them even more sensitive.

Chloe opened her eyes, not realizing she had even closed them. The only thing she could see was Dominic’s dark head descending, and then she felt the warm, wet cavern of his mouth closing over one of her nipples. He tugged and sucked on the tip until she was pleading, begging him for more.

He alternated between her breasts, unrelenting in his onslaught.

When he lifted his head, he didn’t give her any time to think. He captured her mouth with his, speared his tongue inside and stroked it along her own. Chloe moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. She tried to rub herself on him, trying to create friction to ease the ache that settled between her thighs.

He broke the kiss and curled his hand around her hips, stopping her movements. And then he moved those digits to the waistband of her shorts, slowly pushing them down her legs until she was forced to kick them off.

Dominic surprised her further by dropping to his knees in front of her and burying his face against her mound. Instinctively, she speared her hands through his hair, tugging at the short, dark strands, the pleasure of his mouth on the most sensitive part of her body enough to have her nearly coming right then.

“Oh God. Dominic.”

His snaked his hands up the back of her legs and cupped her ass cheeks, squeezing the mounds. That sting of pain accompanied the pleasure. Chloe wanted more, needed more. She spread her legs a little wider and pressed her cunt to his face. She could hear him inhale and then groan gruffly.

Chloe took that moment to really look at him. Although he hadn’t changed much in the past eight years, he did seem harder, emotionally and physically. His dark hair was still short, slightly mussed as she ran her fingers through the strands. Although she’d thought—fantasized—about this moment for the last eight years, she honestly didn’t think she’d be in this position again, literally and figuratively.

He gripped one of her thighs and lifted it so it rested over his shoulder. She was spread so wide now that she could feel her pussy lips pull apart. He buried his face deeper into the valleybetween her legs, and the feel of his hot, humid breath fueled her lust and pleasure even higher. She knew her panties were soaked.

She was holding on to him as if her life depended on it, and he used his other hand to peel her panties to the side, baring her pussy. For a second he just stared at what he’d revealed. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think straight as she watched him watch her.

“Christ, I’m going to devour you,” he said and then leaned in, running his tongue up her slit and moving it around her clit. He ate her out ferociously. He was merciless as he ran his tongue up and down her cleft, teasing her clit until the little nub was hard and swollen, before moving the muscle back down and pressing it into her clenching hole.

Over and over he did this, never stopping until she sucked in a harsh breath and tensed as her climax crested. She cried out his name continuously and felt as if she were falling. He had his hands on her inner thighs, keeping her spread for him as he devoured her … as he did exactly what he said he would.

“Chloe, my sweet Chloe.” His voice by her ear dragged her back from oblivion. “The things you do to me. The way you make me feel…”

It was almost like he was speaking to himself.

He had her in his arms only a second later, carrying her to the bed, setting her in the center of it. And then she watched in rapt awe as he moved away from her and removed his pants, his focus on her the entire time. Even in the darkness of the room she could see how hard he was, could see the dark thatch of hair that surrounded the massive cock between his legs. God, her pussy clenched from the sight alone, and she remembered how it felt to have that thickness stretching her virgin pussy.

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