Page 94 of Dark Shadow of Guilt

The wise man left her alone, wandering over to select a few giant weights from a rack.

Pull on the left rope. Pull on the right rope.

Madeline eyed Dom, distracted by him when he began his workout routine. He curled one arm at a time, his bicep bulging with the effort. His heavily slabbed chest rose and fell. Eventually, sweat dripped down his rigid abdomen. Her gaze flipped to the pulse in his neck. It pounded as blood flowed through his veins.

What the fuck?

With her concentration on Dom’s throat rather than her task, her left wing flicked out wildly, tumbling her sideways. Her fangs twitched, and she wanted to sink them into a tasty vein.

Focus.

Madeline closed her lids to erase the image of her mouth on Dom’s neck. Determined, she resumed her workout. Hours later, she was exhausted. When the skin on her arms tingled, she glanced up to see Dom leaning against a wall. He’d crossed arms over his chest and was staring. Her wings, which she’d been holding off the floor, collapsed to the mat.

Dom prowled toward her, a glint in his eye. Toe-to-toe, he bent and captured her lips.

Madeline broke off the kiss. “I’m sweaty.”

He caressed her shoulders, sending chills along her spine. “I love sweat. Besides, you’ve done very well and deserve more than a quick kiss.” Kicking out her feet, he took her down, making fast work of his clothes and hers.

“Here?” she asked.

“Yep. Here and now.”

Madeline got with the program, exploring his sculpted body. Her palms skated across his chest and slid down to his waist, his thighs.

Dom clasped onto one of her hands, guiding it to his heavy cock while he rolled on top of her. When she gripped him and squeezed, he moaned.

She stroked from crown to hilt, sighing at the thickness of his length. “Get on with it. Or are you all talk?” She rested the tip of his shaft at her opening but did not penetrate. “Your move. Fuck me.”

Dom teased, nudging her, pushing in, pulling out. Probing.

Two could play this game.

Madeline wrapped her legs around Dom, locking him in tight with her heels, forcing him further inside her. Another inch. Torturous. But sweet pleasure.

Her grim winged assassin tilted his hips. Forward. Backward. Forward, driving himself deeper. So deep his shaft throbbed inside her moist sheath.

Maddy’s inner muscles squeezed Dom as she began a slow undulation, rocking her pelvis upward to meet him.

He drew out mid-way. Then with a single thrust, he seated himself to the hilt. “You feel so good.”

“Too slow.” Madeline ground against Dom, begging for fast. Instead, he continued to set a leisurely rhythm, each stroke a slow caress. She steadied her hands on his back, shoving into Dom’s advances, forcing him to speed up.

Groaning, he clutched her hips, trying to gentle her, his neck muscles cording like stretched cable wires as he rose above her.

“No,” she snapped. “Faster.”

Dom leaned down to whisper, his hot breath fanning her. “You want my fucking cock, Maddy?”

“Damn it. Yes.” She shifted her pelvis.

“Work for it. This is the gym.” He grinned.

Wicked, wicked man. A tease.

She bared her fangs and snarled, tightening her legs around his thighs, her nails digging into his ass.

But he obviously insisted on control. He captured her wrists, slamming them above her head. “Don’t hurry me. Watch me take your pussy.”

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