Page 70 of Siren's Gift

I met his gaze and summoned all the sexy confidence I could muster. “I want you. Inside of me. Here. Now. Please?”

His growl rumbled through me, and I nearly moaned as the vibrations did amazing things to my insides. Then his hands slid up my sides, pulling my shirt up and over my head. He satback and tugged my leggings down, his hands and eyes following every inch of exposed skin.

He pushed my legs open and a flash of desire sparked through his eyes. His nostrils flared and his grip tightened on my thighs. “You’re already so wet for me, Bree.”

A flush of heat rose along my neck. My soaked underwear was showing just how right he was. As I opened my mouth to explain, he shook his head. “Don’t even think about it. You have no idea how hard I’m restraining myself right now. Knowing you want me, seeing the proof, is such a huge fucking turn-on.”

I pursed my lips to hold back a grin. Who knew this could be so fun?

He dipped his head between my legs, running his nose up my center. The sheer intimacy of it sent a shiver down my spine. Knowing there was hardly any fabric in between us, between me and what would surely be heaven, sent goosebumps rising.

“I’ve missed your scent.”

His warm breath against my clit nearly did me in right then and there. The ache between my thighs intensified, a need so fierce it left me breathless. He sat back and ripped my underwear from my body, pulling a gasp from my lungs as the cool air met my feverish skin.

Gripping his length in one hand, he leaned over me and slid the tip up my slit. “I’m going to make you come, many times, but I need to be inside you right now.”

The hunger in his voice was intoxicating, and my body responded instantly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, tugging him closer, letting him know I was ready. More than ready—desperate for him.

His lips descended on mine as he pushed inside me, and I moaned against his mouth as he filled and stretched me. It was overwhelming—the heat, the pressure, the delicious friction that sent sparks racing through every nerve in my body.

Colors exploded behind my eyelids as pleasure completely enveloped me.

“Oh, dear gods,” he breathed against my lips, his voice wrecked, filled with reverence. “You feel fucking incredible.”

I let out a laugh, pure joy bubbling up alongside the pleasure, before kissing him back with a passion and excitement I had never felt before. This was more than just sex—it was the kind of connection that stripped you bare, that left no room for doubt or distance.

He moved his hips slowly, pulling out before thrusting in again. Measured. Deep. Exquisite. Every thrust ignited something inside me, a tension coiling tight and desperate for release.

He ran a hand down my stomach and between us, finding and circling my clit. My already stimulated nerves ignited like wildfire, and I gripped his shoulders tight. “You’re going to make me come already.”

His deep chuckle did me in. “Good.”

That word. That voice. Thatcertainty.

With his next thrust, I fell over the edge. Pleasure hit me like a tidal wave, stealing my breath, my thoughts, my very existence. I clung to him as my body trembled, as if he were the only solid thing in a world that had just unraveled.

His hand moved from between my legs to my back, sliding until he found my bra clasp. He quickly unhooked it and slid it off my arms, which were little more than jelly.

I could feel him throb inside me as he dragged his gaze over me, raw and hungry. Breathless, I stared up at this magnificent man, and I understood why people spoke of ruin in the same breath as desire.

Because he was ruining me for anyone else.

And I craved it.

As he dipped his head to suck in one of my nipples, his hips moved rhythmically, thrusting into me again. Moans escaped my lips, and I arched my back more, encouraging every suck and thrust.

He leaned back on his heels and pulled me up until I was sitting across his lap. With one hand gripped in my hair and the other wrapped around my waist, he began to thrust in earnest. The angle provided the perfect friction against me, swollen and ready to climax again.

“Oh, goddess, Nic…”

“Fuck, yes, Bree, say my name.” He slammed me down on his lap almost angrily, but all I felt was absolute pleasure as I came apart again.

“Dominic!” I cried out.

His growl rumbled through my chest, raw and guttural, as he drove himself deep inside me and pinned my hips down. Pleasure shattered him.

Warmth spread through my insides, and I collapsed against him, panting. Drained, yet utterly complete. That was the best sex I had ever had or ever imagined, by far.

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