Page 61 of Mane Squeeze
She sat up slowly, fingers sliding down his chest, pushing up his shirt. He let her undress him piece by piece, never breaking eye contact. Her green eyes glowed with wild emotion, with the kind of need that looked too big for her frame. It matched his. Matched everything he’d ever denied himself.
When she tugged off his pants, her breath caught. “Fuck.”
He grinned, but it faltered as she reached for him, her palm warm as it closed around his cock. He hissed through his teeth.
“You’re already hard,” she murmured, watching him. “Already aching for me.”
“You’ve been in my veins for weeks,” he said, voice thick. “Every time I close my eyes, it’s your name I say.”
She stroked him once, slow and deliberate, and his hips bucked up. “Show me,” she said. “Don’t just say it. Show me how much you want me.”
That was all the invitation he needed.
Dominic flipped them, pinning her beneath him with a growl that rumbled deep in his chest. He kissed her like he was starving—slow at first, savoring, then rougher, teeth dragging against her lower lip until she gasped.
Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. “Take it off,” she whispered, tugging his shirt the rest of the way. “I want to feel you. All of you.”
He kissed down her neck, pausing at the ends of her shirt. “You sure?”
“Dominic,” she growled, breath shaking, “if you don’t touch me right now, I’m going to hex your cock.”
He laughed—deep and low—but the sound broke into a groan as he slid her shirt up and over her head, revealing the flush blooming across her chest, the way her nipples hardened from the chill and the anticipation.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, hands gliding up to cup her breasts. He kissed one, then the other, tongue flicking over her nipple until she arched beneath him, panting.
“Gods,” she gasped. “More. Please?—”
He obeyed, trailing kisses down her stomach, tongue dipping into her navel. He peeled her shorts down slowly, baring her inch by inch, until she lay beneath him completely exposed—freckled skin and fae fire.
“You’re soaked,” he murmured, spreading her thighs with reverent hands. His golden eyes darkened as he looked down at her pussy, glistening and ready. “Lillith…”
She shivered at the way he said her name. Like a prayer.
He kissed the inside of her knee, then her thigh, then—gods—his tongue was on her, licking through her folds with a growl that made her hips jerk.
“Dom,” she cried, hands flying to his hair, curling tight in the tawny strands. “Oh, gods?—”
He licked her pussy like he had all the time in the world, tongue circling her clit, then flattening against it. Every flick sent electricity down her spine. She was panting, writhing, moaning without shame.
“That’s it,” he whispered, mouth hot against her. “Let me hear you.”
She did. Loudly. Especially when he slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, his tongue never leaving her clit.
It didn’t take long. Her body tensed, breath caught, then she broke—coming hard, crying out his name like it was the only thing she remembered.
He kissed her through it, easing her back down, licking her slowly until she trembled.
When he crawled back up, his cock pressed hot and heavy between them, she locked her legs around him, dragging him closer.
“Now,” she whispered. “I need to feel all of it. All of you lose control.”
He didn’t ask again.
Dominic lined himself up, eyes locked on hers as he slid inside her, inch by aching inch. Her pussy clenched around him, hot and wet and pulsing with every beat of her heart.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “You feel—gods—you’re so tight.”
She arched under him, arms flung over her head, back bowed. “You’re so deep,” she panted. “You feel so good. So full.”
