Page 84 of The Ecstasy of Sin
Then he bends, gathers all of my clothes, and tosses the small pile into the laundry basket.
He’s towering over me as he unbuckles his belt, the leather sliding free from the loops in one slow, smooth motion.
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, using the sting to ground me. It’s so easy to be swept into his orbit, where I lose myself in the way he makes me ache for him.
His pants slide down his thighs, pooling on the floor at his feet, and I’m once again in shock over the size of his cock.
I’m certain, despite the lust-drunk haze that I’m in, that he was created by the devil himself to lead me into temptation.
Taking my hand in his, he pulls me with him as he steps inside the steamy shower. The second the door to the stall closes, he walks into me and presses me into the cool tile wall at my back.
The air rushes out of me as he kisses my throat, his teeth nipping the fragile skin, before his tongue soothes away the sting.
I moan, the breathy sound filling the space as steam curls around us.
One of his hands drops to my thigh, his fingers biting into flesh as he lifts it and pins it high against his hip.
Lowering himself to get the perfect angle, he grinds his cock against my pussy, drawing a ragged gasp out of me.
He groans, dropping his head to my shoulder as he rolls his hips again, dragging the thick underside of his cock across my clit. “Fuck, baby, I haven’t even been inside of you yet, and I’m already hopelessly addicted.”
I’m panting softly as his hips rock forward, my hands roaming across the powerful terrain of his muscled back. “Please, Dom,” I beg, voice wracked with need.
He grabs my jaw, tilting my face up to his, and kisses me. When he’s done, his words are a growl against my lips. “After I eatyour pussy, I’m going to go beat the life out of someone in the cage, then take you home and fuck you until you’re a ruined mess.”
His declaration of impending violence should frighten me, but instead, it makes me flush with renewed heat.
I squeeze my eyes shut as Dominic drops to his knees in front of me, the hot water cascading over my skin only amplifying my arousal as it rises to a fever pitch.
When I open them again, my heavy-lidded eyes drop to his just as he hikes one of my thighs onto his broad shoulder.
A wicked grin tugs at the corner of his sinful mouth, before he presses a passionate kiss to my clit.
I gasp, arching into him, my body begging for more.
The first swipe of his tongue across my pussy has me trembling, his tongue delving into my body like a starved man.
“Fuck,” he groans, his voice rough and reverent. “You taste so fucking good.”
I whimper, my hand falling to his dark hair, my trembling fingers tangling in the wet strands as he drags his tongue over my clit—again and again—until I’m aching, and gasping at the pleasure.
He kisses me like he’s devouring me. All addictive, sensual strokes that have me spiraling toward a mind-fracturing orgasm.
And when he slides his thick middle finger inside of me, my hips buck against his face. The sound that leaves me is part gasp, part moan, and complete desperation for more.
He fucks me with that finger until I’m on the brink, and when he seals his lips over my clit and gently sucks, I shatter.
The orgasm is relentless, crashing through me in merciless waves, until my knees are buckling. But Dominic doesn’t let me fall. He shifts, catching my weight, dragging my other thigh over his shoulder as my back presses against the shower wall.
His back flexes beneath my calves as I ride his face, sobbing through the blinding pleasure.
I’m dripping all over his face, soaked beyond measure, and his response is to replace his finger with his tongue, the hot muscle fucking my pussy as I break apart again in the aftershocks.
When the violent tremors fade into spent trembling, he drags his tongue from entrance to clit, taking the essence of me inside of him with a ragged groan.
I’ve never felt pleasure this extreme in my entire life, and I’ve definitely never felt as worshipped as Dominic makes me feel. The powerful orgasm has me reeling from emotions I don’t think I can face.
“You’re going to break my heart when you leave me,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut and dropping my head back against the tile.
