Page 116 of The Scandal You Started
Eyes on a trapped, aroused, half-naked Rayna stretched out and ready under him, Dominic clasped the thick, heavy weight of his cock in the hand coated in her wetness. A moan rumbled from deep within his throat as he dragged that tight fist up his length.
It caught her attention, and she twisted her shoulders, locking eyes with him. He didn’t dare break the contact as he spread her arousal over him and rubbed the spend dripping from his engorged tip back down.
He soaked himself in them. Wrapped himself in the scent and taste of them. Put on a show for her while he relieved and heightened the ache in his loins. Shoulders puffed, muscles quaking all down his belly and bent legs, breaths shallow and raspy. A strained whisper of her name.
Rayna’s sleepy eyes turned near bloodshot with arousal, and Dominic saw the exact moment greed and impatience made her crack.
Stretching her arms out, she pushed herself back, rump up, back low, cunt fluttering open. Soaked. Legs spread as far as she could get them, offering herself to him on the platter of her bed. Like a lovely, soft, sweet, willing meal.
“Fuck me, you asshole.” Not a plea, but a vicious demand.
His hand froze, and it took everything in him to contain the lustful moan fighting to escape him.
Instead, he shook his head, tutting at her. “Always so foul with your words, my love.”
“Hurry up and do something about it then,” she purred and wiggled her behind.
Oh, bloody woods—
He swore his heart stopped for a second under the weight of desire that collapsed atop him. It suffocated him, threatening the most beautiful demise, until he could no longer feel any part of his body other than his throbbing cock.
Dominic doubled over her and pushed on the small of her back with his sticky hand, urging her down on the mattress. He was done playing this little game of theirs. He physically could not handle it another second longer.
“You will be the death of me, woman,” he choked out, using his bracketing knees to urge her thighs closer together.
He grabbed his cock again and nudged at her tight entrance.
Rayna’s eyes widened, and she shook her head. “You’re not going to fit like this.”
He smiled breathlessly, bracing his fist by her shoulder. “I will always fit inside you, my love.”
Capturing her lips, he gently, persistently urged his hips forward.
For a single beat, it really did feel as if he wouldn’t fit, but—
They gasped into each other’s mouths when his crown slipped in.
White spun behind Dominic’s eyelids, forcing them to lift, but he didn’t pause.
He kept driving into her, unable to breathe as she crushed him, eager to feel her wrapped all around his length anyway. She released gasp after stuttering gasp of bittersweet pleasure against his parted lips until he was seated all the way insideher. Then shuddering breaths flooded out of them both as he trembled over her, and she let her head fall forward.
“Why are you so big?” she mewled.
He let out a gritted sound into the side of her hair but couldn’t manage anything else. Not when he was struggling to keep a hold of the ropes of his sanity and stamina.
Instead, he began moving, showing her with his body why he’d been made big enough to stretch her and fill her and mould her to his shape. Not quite thrusting but pumping his hips downwards. Rolling and rocking inside her, grinding against her bruised derriere.
Her whole body jolted on a sharp cry, head lifting, eyes wide. She threw one hand back, burrowing her nails into the outside of his thigh, whimpering as he hissed.
“Wait. Domini—wai—oh, fuck.” Her words broke off into a sob as she clawed and pushed and pulled at him. “You’re too deep, I can’t—wait—”
“I will not wait,” he rasped and grabbed her hand.
He wasn’t going to let her stop him or flee him. Not in any way.
He pinned her palm back to the mattress and pressed his panting mouth over her ear. Grinding harder. Deeper. In long strokes, crushing her hips under his. He enclosed her in pleasure, in the sound of him, the feel of him, from every direction. Desperate to overwhelm her. To make her forget everyone and everything but him. And gosh, did she reward him.
She sang for him. Loudly. A melody of gasps and shrieks of his name as her convulsing cunt fragmented his mind and rearranged the broken shards into the image of her as he brought her to the edge of the climax he’d only just withheld from her. And bloody woods, he couldn’t explain why exactly but his chest flooded with possessive anger all over again.
