Page 57 of Always You
I watch as he traces it—kissing the ink on my skin. Closing my eyes, I moan to the touch of his hot lips.
“Mila, when did you get it,” he repeats.
“A couple of months after I had Dante,” I reply, biting my lip at the electric shock of his fingertips skimming my skin.
“It’s beautiful—fuck, Angel, my name on your beautiful body. I’m honored.” He lowers his lips to my stomach, the heat of his soft lips kissing me. He removes my bra and slides my shorts and panties off. His eyes burn into mine with a passionate intensity. He groans.
“Mila, let me worship you tonight; this body needs to be christened by me all over again, every inch, every crease. This beautiful body belongs to me and needs to be reclaimed by me, I need to obliterate the touch of another man touching what’s always been mine. Let me show you how much I love you and how much I need you. Let me show you it’s always been you.”
Oh, God,yes. The sound of his lustful, husky voice sends shivers down my spine. Igniting my core in flames, I know by reclaiming, he means Brian. He wants to fuck him out of me. I know Dominic.
He sucks on one nipple. Then the other.
“I want you to reclaim me as much as I want to reclaim you,” I whisper seductively, sucking on his earlobe.
“I’m very possessive over this body,” I say, honestly trailing my fingers down his abs and then placing kisses on his neck. Teasing him. I let my fingertips stray up his biceps, then down his chest, before clasping onto either side of his shirt. With a gentle tug, I draw it up, exposing his olive skin to the air and feeling the warmth radiating from him. Trembling, I ease my hands down to the waistband of his jeans and slowly undo each button, one by one, until they slip away.
“I want to feel you are mine. Show me it’s mine, Dominic.”
He groans. “Baby, I’m all yours. My body is yours; do with it what you want. I want to feel you tonight, baby, bare, no condom. I haven’t been without one since you. Is that okay?”
I nod. “I’m on the pill.”
God, he’s beautiful—so perfect. He hikes on top of me, kissing my neck, his tongue exploring my neck down to my breasts. He slowly kisses down to my thighs, his tongue making its way in between my thighs. He inserts a finger, then another. “I want to taste you. I’ve never gone down on another woman. I couldn’t,” he proclaims.
That thought alone sends me into overdrive.Holy shit.
I feel pleasure coursing through me as he licks my wet folds. My back arches involuntarily, and I grasp a handful of his hair. I've never let another man do this to me; it was always him. His tongue thrusts deeper, punctuated by the occasional insertion of his finger that intensifies the sensations. I moan and move my legs over his shoulder, urging him closer to me; I want more.
The waves of my orgasm are building up. His mouth is on mine, kissing with urgency, I moan, tasting myself on him. He slides his finger inside, and thrusts in and out, the bulging muscles in his arm straining with the motion. He gently takes my hand as I reach for his boxers, pressing a soft kiss against my knuckles.
“No, baby, it’s all about you tonight let me take care of you. Angel, I’ve missed you, your body, your heart, your touch, the way you taste.”
With that, I come undone, muffling, my screams as I come on his fingers. He peels his boxers off as I scan his whole toned body admiring every inch; he’s certainly not a teen anymore, he’s all man now. Damn, he’s perfect. Dominic grabs both of my legs, spreading them, making room as he slides into me.
“Fuck, Angel, you feel so good.” His relentless thrusts ram into me repeatedly. “I missed being inside you.”
I dig my nails into his back, and bite on his neck as he groans. “Oh God,” I moan in pleasure.
I let him worship me, make love to me. With every thrust, every kiss, every appraising whisper in my ear telling me how beautiful I am and how much I mean to him. Reminding me, I’m his, as he is mine ruining me all over.
“Mine,”he whispers in my ear. “Mine all mine, baby.”
I’ve missed the weight of him. The only man who makes me feel whole. Capable of making me orgasm until I go boneless in his arms. The man who ruined me from the very beginning, who took my soul and never returned it, is back in my life.
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Snuggling into the sheets, I haven’t slept so good in so long I moan it to my pillow. After years of nightmares, tonight was the first night I woke up without one. When I first started getting nightmares, Dominic would sneak in through the window of Nana’s house. He would lie in bed with me and sneak back out early in the morning. Up until, they had diagnosed him with cancer, and as it progressed, I would sneak into his window.
My body aches like a damn lawnmower ran me over—a very sexy lawnmower. I shift my body toward a hard muscular body, sprawled wrapped in a silk sheet. He’s sound asleep. I take the time to ogle him. God, he’s sexy as hell. His long eyelashes flutter in his sleep. Running my fingers up and down his hard-as-stone abs, tracing the tattoo on his chest, he groans as I press kisses on his chest. I yelp as muscular arms wrap around me, lifting me up to his chest.
“Good morning, Angel.”
His alluring, raspy morning voice sends a rush of heat through my naked body, which is pressed against his very naked body. “Good morning,” I say breathlessly.
“Mmm, I could wake up to this every morning,” he says, in a sexy raspy voice. He presses his lips on mine, we kiss wantonly. His breath mingles with mine. “Should I go before Dante wakes up?” His searing gaze cascades into mine.
“As much as I want you to stay, it’s too soon for him to see you wake up here.”
