Page 51 of Dark Shadow of Guilt

Still, not one date or brief fling had stirred her emotions as Dom did.

Listening closely, she heard his thundering footsteps draw nearer. He shoved into the bedroom, his gaze on the floor until... He froze. Taking her in from bare feet to breasts exposed through the sheer nightie, he stopped at her eyes. “What are you doing, Madeline?”

“Maddy.” She batted her eyelashes. Very Barbarella of her. Maybe Sharon Stone inBasic Instinct. She’d go with either. “I would think it’d be obvious unless Immortals do things differently. But I believe not.”

His voice was rougher than usual. “No.”

“No, what? No, Immortals don’t do things differently? No, you won’t come here? Unconfuse me.”

“No, I won’t fuck you.”

“Yes, you will.” She beckoned him closer with a finger.Oh, that was good.She felt quite wicked. A temptress.

Dom moved cautiously to the edge of the mattress. She’d surprised him.Hell. She surprised herself. “Where did you get the...” His hand waved over her outfit. “I didn’t make it.”

“Indigo. Do you like it? I think she’s playing matchmaker.”

For the seduction, Maddy wore a gossamer, red shorty nightgown. The bottom was a barely-there matching thong. The finishing touch was a garter belt with silk stockings. Perfect.

“This is not you.”

“You don’t know me. See, here’s what I hear coming from your mouth. ‘Blah. Blah. I don’t have the balls. Blah.”

He grinned. “You know I’ve got the balls. You’ve seen them.”

She grabbed onto the waistband of his pants and tugged him closer. “Show them to me again. I may have forgotten with all the shit Praevus did to my head.”

“I refuse to take advantage of you.” He tried to pull away. Not very hard.

“So sweet. But no worry. Look at my eyes. What do you see?”

“Blue. Bright blue.”

“Right. So, I guess I’ll take advantage of you. Afterward, you can feel guilty about the whole thing.” She rose onto her knees. His pants were no obstacle. She unsnapped them, drawing the zipper down. His gaze followed the drawn-out progress.

She joggled her fingers inside the gap until they reached his thick shaft. He was hard and ready.

When she stroked him, Dom hissed, gripping her hand to stop her. He fixed on her eyes.

She batted her lashes. “See. Sharp, shiny, and lucid. I’m my own woman. Take advantage of me while you can. I’m fair game when I’m clear-headed.”

Maddy leaned closer, laying a row of kisses on his golden chest. She trailed her lips down the line of dark hair to the flat expanse of his belly, his ridged abs. She shoved his pants down his hips and freed his erection. “Now I recall your big balls.” She grinned. “I like them.”

Dom yanked his shirt overhead and jerked out of his pants. He tumbled Maddy onto her back, threw his heavy body over her, and slid down until he was between her spread thighs. “Just to be sure. Is this the Syc talking or Madeline?”

She tapped her head. “Maddy. Head’s as undimmed as a cloudless sky.”

“Sycs do have moments of clarity.”

“Then let’s get going before I’m not me again.”

“These have to go.” He ripped off the red thong and tossed it over his shoulder, leaving her in the see-through top, garter belt, and stockings. Running his large hands up the insides of her thighs, he shoved her legs farther apart, baring her sex to his hot gaze.

Under Dom’s intense study, she moaned.

When she wiggled her hips, Dom emitted a growl as he bent her knees toward her chest, pushing them wider and opening her further to his scrutiny. He fixed her with a scorching stare.

Without warning, he dipped one thick finger into her sex. Since she was soaked with arousal, he thrust deeper. Withdrawing, he slid his finger up and down, smearing her wetness all around, teasing her clit.

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