Page 52 of Dark Shadow of Guilt

She pushed against his fingers, her hands gripping his forearms. When she cried for more, he obliged by bending his head and licking where his finger had been. Madeline shouted, “Yes. Yes.”

He tortured her with his tongue, stroking back and forth as she pleaded for more, plunging inside her again with two digits. Her hips rocked into his hand. “Harder. Faster.”

Dom picked up the pace until she screamed his name, the orgasm rocketing through her.

She’d been right. He was the perfect balm for shattered nerves.

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Dom’s gaze feastedon Maddy, her head resting on a pillow, her body loose, sated. No panties. He’d seen to that. A garter belt with stockings. Sexy. His dick ached at the sight. But the top was in his way. He paused a moment to analyze whether he was taking advantage of her.

Nope.

She’d said she was clear-headed, and he believed her. No hazy eyes.

Madeline sighed and flung her arms to the side. She blinked, and a satisfied smile curled her lips. “That was great.”

He thought so, too. He’d spent days restraining himself, not acting on his desire for Maddy because she was sick. But the female in his bed was not a Syc. She was as lucid as he was. “I’m not through. Are you okay?”

“Perfect. What’s next?” She rose onto her elbows.

“Are you sure you want this, Maddy? It’s not too late. We’ll stop right here if that’s what you want.” Wasn’t he all considerate, but he meant the words even if his cock was pissed at him. It was hard and demanding.

Dom wanted this human more than anyone or anything for centuries. He would allow himself—this one time—to care. Then he’d lock down his emotions. He’d done it before. He could again.

“I’m sure, Dom.” Her hand moved to caress a breast, her fingers pinching a nipple. “Positive.”

Damn.

Her robin-egg blues were vibrant, lacking a Syc’s mindless gaze. He crawled atop her. “Keep your eyes open. If they glaze over, we’re stopping. No matter what.” He’d keep his promise even if it killed him.

His mouth crushed her warm, eager lips, laying claim to her body.

Madeline clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

Dom drew away from her mouth and rose onto flexed arms, his stiff cock cradled between her thighs.

“Kiss me again,” she demanded.

Aiming to please, he lowered himself slowly, his weight crushing her into the mattress, her heat sparking his desires. He kissed her neck, the tender skin near her ear, her jaw. When she shivered, he moved to her mouth. His tongue slipped between her lips, tangling with hers. He licked, savoring Madeline’s taste, sweeter than the nectar in Vast, spicier than a Farfield curry.

Despite her objections, he retreated, balancing on a stiffened arm. “This has to go.”

He ripped the sheer red nightie, letting it fall to each side of her. Afterward, he hummed at the bared sight of her breasts, full mounds, and the tawny pebbled nipples aching for his touch.

Madeline groaned when he captured one in his mouth, a perfect, peaked nub. He licked. He sucked. He enjoyed. Then he moved to the other, his teeth grazing her, his tongue laving her skin.

She arched into his advances, pressing firmly against him, encouraging him to suckle her. “Harder,” she whimpered, arching her back.

He opened his mouth wider to take more of her flesh. Blissful, Dom curved one hand around her hip and pulled her tighter into his body, letting her feel the hard jut of his arousal.

“Dom,” she whispered, undulating against him, her fingers tangling in his hair.

He flexed his hips and nudged the tip of his cock inside. Shuddering from the pleasure, he took another inch. As she moaned, he slid deeper. Deeper, not stopping until his balls slapped against her.

Maddy’s tight sheath squeezed him. “Fuck.” Dom growled, the fit perfect. He stilled for a moment, feeling her tremble around him as she adjusted to his thickness, to the hard length of him.

She blew out a shuddering breath.

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