Page 15 of Forbidden Passion

“Here, Angel, let me get two fingers into you.”

When he got them in, he started to scissor them, stretching her. When he felt she was lost in her desire enough, he pushed in three.

A jagged edge of passion started to build in him, so he bit down on his lip hard to keep himself centered and under control. Her need was growing, but he wanted her frantic before he started to fuck her. He worked his fingers inside of her and slowed down a bit because she was taking them easier.

“God, Dominik. Please,” she begged repeatedly.

“I’ll take care of you. Just relax, Angel.”

Her head started to thrash back and forth, and her nails dug into his arm. She was so close, but he wouldn’t get in her until he was one hundred percent sure she was ready for him.

“Please, God, Dominik.”

“I know. Relax for me.” He mounted her, making sure to keep most of the weight off her with his elbows. He reached between them and lined his cock up to her cunt. He pushed the head in and then stopped.

“Tell me if anything hurts, Angel.”

She nodded.

Dominik started to push into her slowly, inch by inch. It took a while because he took his time, but he was finally able to bottom out in her cunt. “There, Baby, you took all of me.”

He almost smiled when he saw her look of concentration. He wiped a drop of sweat from the side of his face with his shoulder. Sweat had also pooled in the base of his spine, and his body was rigid with the control of holding himself back from pounding into her like it demanded.

His cock slid in and out of her with a slow steady slide.He was able to keep that up for a minute until she started to beg him, and her cunt tightened on him. He was relieved because he knew he was so close to losing it, and he wanted to make sure she came first.

“Come for me, Angel.”

He hissed when her cunt clamped down on his cock and she screamed out, blending with his groan and filing the room with their satisfaction.

Dominik rested his head against her shoulder as he fought to get control of his heart and breathing. He’d never felt this close to a person in his life, and it unsettled him a bit. Oh, he’d known she was special, but this went so far beyond that.

He rolled them to the side and held her tightly against his chest, keeping his cock deep inside of her. He listened to her breath calming, then evening out, before it deepened, telling him she’d fallen asleep.

He gently pulled out of her and just held her for another moment before he carefully lifted her onto the pillow and slid out of bed. He pissed and then pulled on his boxers before getting a warm, wet cloth. He took it back to her and carefully lifted one of her legs and then wiped the cum and sweat from her cunt.

After, he threw the cloth into the hamper and covered her with a blanket before going into the kitchen. He found and pulled down a glass and filled it with water. He drank deeply as he stood looking out the kitchen window. His thoughts circled in his head, and he was unable to pick just one.

He decided he’d take some time when he was alone to get a grip on his emotions. At the moment, he wanted to be back in bed with her.

Dominik arranged her on her side with her back against his chest and pulled the blanket over them. He kissed the back of her head, closed his eyes, and slept.

Chapter Seven

Tessa stayed as still as she could and concentrated on pretending to be asleep. She fought the tears that burned her eyes when he got out of bed. Without looking at him she could feel his turmoil and she didn’t know what to do.

She lay still as he wiped her clean and then listened as he walked out of the room. She moved to her back and stared at the ceiling. What was she supposed to do? Question him or give him space? She’d never been in this position in her life.

After several minutes, she heard his footsteps coming back. She rolled to her side again, and closed her eyes. She heard him turn off the lights, and then she felt him slide into bed behind her. It caught her by surprise. She had really thought he’d make an excuse and leave.

He circled her waist with an arm and tightened it to press her tight against him. It took so much effort to pretend to be asleep and not burst into tears. It seemed to take forever for his breathing to slow and deepen. When she was sure he was asleep, she let the tears come.

She cried silently until she was exhausted and used the blanket to wipe her eyes and nose. Should she get up? The thought of leaving him was physically painful. What if this was the only night she’d have with him? She didn’t want to give it up. She wanted to soak up any affection he gave her, even if it was for only one night.

How would she face him in the morning? God, the thought of having to say goodbye made jagged pain fill her chest and twist her stomach.

Tessa lay there and finally fell asleep but woke every time he moved, afraid he was going to leave. When the sunlight started to rise, she was wiped out and had given up on sleep. She carefully slid out from under his arm and off the bed. Shecarefully closed the bathroom door. She put her hair up and jumped into the shower, washing herself quickly.

After drying off and brushing her teeth, she silently opened the bathroom door and walked into her closet. She pulled on socks, underwear, old jeans, and a t-shirt. When she was dressed, she walked into the kitchen and started the coffeemaker.

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