Page 84 of Until You Break

I bite my lip, my protest dying on my tongue as his mouth brushes over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

The warmth of his breath sends goosebumps skittering across my skin, and I can’t suppress the small gasp that escapes me when his tongue flicks out, teasing. I try to close them instinctively, but his grip tightens, holding me in place.

“Relax,” he murmurs, his voice rough but soothing as he kisses the tender flesh. “Let me kiss it better, baby.”

I hate how easily those words unravel me, but I nod, my heart racing as his hands slide further up my legs. He leans down, pressing soft, lingering kisses to the inside of my thighs, his stubble brushing against my sensitive skin and sending shivers racing through me.

“Dominic,” I breathe, my voice trembling. “You don’t—”

“Shut up,” he interrupts, his tone rough but teasing. “You don’t get a say, Little Sinner. This is mine. And I’ll take care of it however the fuck I want.”

He presses his tongue flat against my pussy and licks a long stripe up my slit. My head falls back against the pillow, a whimper escaping my lips as he doubles down, his grip tightening, his tongue dragging over every inch of me with a single-minded focus that leaves me gasping.

The ache in my thighs is forgotten, replaced by the white-hot pleasure building between my legs. It’s not just care—it’s possession. Every flick of his tongue, every graze of the piercing, is calculated, designed to make me unravel under his touch.

And I do, my body arching, my breathing shallow, his name falling from my lips in broken whispers.

I let out a broken moan, my fingers tangling in his hair as he drags me closer to the edge, his mouth relentless. The ache I felt before is a distant memory now, replaced by a throbbing heat that has my entire body begging for more.

“Dominic,” I gasp, my voice barely audible, but he doesn’t stop. If anything, his movements become more focused, his pierced tongue working me with an expertise that leaves no room for coherent thought. “I—I can’t…”

“Yes, you can,” he says, his voice gentle, his hands tightening on my hips as though to anchor me. “You can, baby. I’ve got you.”

The words are my undoing. My body trembles as the tension coils tight, then snaps, sending a wave of heat rushing through me. I gasp, my back arching off the bed and he doesn’t stop until I’m shaking beneath him, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my body spent and trembling.

When he finally pulls back, his lips are swollen, his grin smug as he crawls up my body. He brushes a damp strand of hair from my face, his fingers lingering on my cheek as he looks down at me.

“There,” he murmurs, his voice soft but full of pride. “Better?”

I manage a weak nod, my chest still heaving as I try to catch my breath. He chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead.

“Told you I’d take care of you,” he says, his tone teasing but warm.

For once, I don’t argue. I just let him pull me into his arms, my body melting against his as he holds me close.

Chapter fifty-two

Her Ruin - A Smutty Epilogue

My hands grip herthighs firmly, keeping her open for me as I drag my tongue over her again, slow and dirty, savoring the way her body responds even while she sleeps. A low, breathy moan escapes her lips, and I smirk against her, my tongue flicking against her swollen clit with just enough pressure to make her hips buck.

She stirs, her lashes fluttering as another moan slips free. I press my lips to her again, sucking gently before letting my teeth graze her, and that’s what does it. Her eyes snap open, hazy with confusion and pleasure as she looks down at me.

“Dominic,” she breathes, her voice thick with sleep. She tries to move, to pull back, but I pin her hips down, my grin widening.

“Morning,” I say, my voice low and gravelly. “Thought I’d start your day off right.”

Her hands fly to my hair, tangling in the strands as she arches against me, her body betraying any protest she might have been about to make.

“You—you can’t just wake me up like this,” she says, her voice trembling as another moan escapes her.

I chuckle, the sound vibrating against her sensitive flesh, and she gasps. “I think I just did,” I say, my tone smug as I drag my tongue over her again, slower this time, making her squirm. “And judging by how wet you are, I’d say you don’t mind.”

She doesn’t respond, not with words. Instead, her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling me closer as her hips move on their own, chasing the friction I’m giving her.

“Dominic,” she whimpers, her voice breathy and desperate now. “Please.”

I pause, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze, my lips glistening. “Please what?” I ask, my voice teasing, knowing damn well I’m driving her insane.

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