Page 71 of Dominate Me

Chapter Seventeen

Jensen

I quickly undid her bindings at her ankles and wrapped her in my arms, pulling her under the covers of her bed, even while she passed out.

I needed to get her orange juice and water. She needed sugar and warmth but I didn’t want to leave her while she was in subspace.

It wasn’t always normal for a sub to hit the euphoric plateau where their body took over, where the adrenaline and endorphins released into their body took them completely into another realm, but it happened. And it was always beautiful.

With Haley, I was enraptured by the blissed-out look on her face, her already soft and willowy features even more at peace.

“You’re okay,” I whispered, laying her on her side and running my hands along the length of her. Wherever I could touch her, I did, unable to stop myself. I massaged her wrists and hands, loosening the tension.

If I’d had any doubts about her before, which I hadn’t until she’d practically accused me of being a liar and a cheat, they dissipated into the sex-scented air as soon as she let me put the tip of my dick inside her, inside the only place she’d never taken a man.

I had marked her.

Claimed her.

I had the urge to show everyone that this confident and innocent, sexual creature belonged to me. She was mine. She’d given herself fully to me.

But she owned me.

There was nothing I wouldn’t do for her.

Pressing my lips to her temple, I slid my fingertips to the side of her throat. My teeth marks peppered her skin at her neck and the side of one breast. My fingerprints showed on her shoulder, her back, her neck. I had gotten carried away, lost in rapture to the feel of her and yet every time I grew frantic, she responded perfectly.

As her pulse slowed and her body cooled, I brushed her dark hair off her shoulder.

“You doing okay?” I whispered. Her body shifted against mine. “Gotta wake up so I can take care of you.”

Her lips twitched and her long lashes fluttered, eyes opening. “I slept?”

“Subspace,” I explained, running my hand from her shoulder, down her side to her hip. I rested it there, the warmth of her skin seeping into mine. The softness of her flesh was such a contrast to my hardened skin. “You better now? You did so well.”

So much better than anything I could have imagined—and I’d imagined a lot.

“Wow.” Her voice was dry and I moved back from her, rolling her to her back so I could see her. “That was...wow.”

“Yeah.” I grinned, ran my thumb across her bottom lip, keeping my hand on her throat. She was calmer. Relaxed. Steady pulse.

I needed that confirmation more than I thought I did. “I need to get you some orange juice, get some sugar back in you. Do you have some?”

Her brows furrowed. “I think? I might, I don’t really remember.”

“I’ll go check. Stay here and rest, I’ll take care of you when I get back, okay?”

“Like I could move even if I wanted to.”

I barked out a laugh, pressing my lips to the top of her head before I slid out of her bed, not bothering to get dressed. I wanted to bathe her, wash away the tension from being bound.

I hurried down the stairs to her kitchen, rummaged through her fridge and frowned when all I could find was a bottle of grapefruit juice. It’d work well enough.

I filled a glass with juice and two others with water before carrying them back to her room with a package of Oreos tucked under my arm.

I grinned at her, pleased that she’d stayed in bed. She looked well fucked with mussed hair, flushed skin and her eyes still dazed from exertion. She sat up, pillows at her back against her headboard. Her eyes dropped to the Oreos and she laughed.

God. She was stunning.

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