Page 138 of The Scandal You Started
Rayna dragged her nails through the trimmed hairs around his groin, and Dominic hissed above her. She brushed against his sopping wet cock where it slid against her stomach, then clasped the semi-hard length with a quiet hum of satisfaction.
“Think you have enough strength left to show me what I’ve been missing?” She twisted her hand in a long, easy tug.
A deep sound rumbled from his chest, and his eyes smouldered. “You may doubt my ability to survive your wicked, wanton words. But never doubt my strength to make love to you.”
He plunged his tongue between her wide grin, and she moaned, melting and thrumming all the same. She abandoned his dick in favour of wrapping her arms around the width of hisshoulders. But the urgent need directing Dominic’s kiss faded into deep, drawn-out passion that was clearly intended to slow the moment down. Yet, all it really did was spike the arousal heating Rayna’s blood with frenzied insatiability.
She grappled and writhed and whined under him as he licked lazily around her mouth, but the infuriating man took his sweet damn time, no matter how much she urged him to hurry. She even growled, scratching her nails down the length of his muscular back. But he simply moaned and lifted her breast in a massaging squeeze.
“Dominic,” she grumbled. “I want more. Give me more.”
“Patience, darling,” he rasped, settling the weight of his panting mouth against her cheek.
She squirmed her frustration as he kissed down to her jaw. “I don’t wanna be patient. I want it now. Put your dick in me now.”
“No, I will not rush this.”
Rayna heard the wolfish smirk in his rough timbre, but her growl was cut short when he licked shamelessly across her neck. She threw her head back against the pillow, letting him suck and kiss his way lower until she felt the gentle drag of his teeth over one peaked nipple.
“Dominic,” she bit out, scrunching his soft locks.
“Hush, restless kitten. You are being far too loud.”
She lifted her knees up towards her chest, spreading herself in more of a demand than an invitation. “So hurry up and shut me up.”
He tsked disapprovingly. “We are making love, sweetheart, not fucking. I shan’t hurry.”
Dominic swirled his tongue around her areola and then blew on the wet skin. She arched under him, groaning as he clamped his lips over her nipple. Her patience might not have been built to withstand slow gratification, but damn all of Neves, did it stillfeel impossibly good, having her pleasure wound so slowly that the anticipation of a climax was near painful.
Since Rayna couldn’t coax him into any urgency, she gave herself up to the sweet suffering of his lovemaking. She couldn’t quite melt into the mattress as he nibbled down her stomach, knowing what was to come. But she embraced the agony of unspent bliss, laying her arms over her head like a willing damsel for his taking.
A deep sound of satisfaction rumbled from his chest as he fit his shoulders between her thighs. “That’s it,” he moaned and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the mound of her pubic bone.
She bit on her bottom lip, suffocating a desperate whimper.
He kissed lower. “Allow me to show you how good making love can feel.”
His possessed, dilated stare burned holes through her lungs as he swiped his tongue, slow but firm, over her clit. She clamped the back of her hand over her mouth to quieten the sound that wished to come out as a cry.
Dominic kept the bolts and sparks, and bullets and arrows firing through her, flattening his tongue, rolling it in circles, in waves, in flicks, moaning as he drank every drop of her gushing wetness, prodding his tongue between her pussy and licking inside her.
Slowly, all of it slowly. And yet Rayna couldn’t catch her breath, her sanity, her ability to think and function as anything other than a puddle of pleasure for even a second.
When she felt the stretch of two broad fingers slipping easily inside her, she knew it was all over. Knew there was no chance she’d last as he curled them and pumped up and down.
Her eyes rolled, her pelvis rose, her thighs locked around his head, a constant stream of quiet pants flooded out against the deep grooves her teeth had left on the back of her hand…
And then she drowned in her orgasm.
Suddenly, violently.Silently. Unknowingly being pushed overboard, a ten-tonne anchor dragging her down under, faster and deeper, sinking into oblivion, white light above her head, nothing but a choked gurgle of air coming from her.
It went on forever and ended too quickly. It left her shaking and gasping when oxygen finally found its way to her lungs, her legs kicking up and spreading as Dominic laid a series of sucking kisses to her sensitive clit.
But she still had the strength to open her arms to him when he crawled up over her.
He still painted the picture of a devious pirate king, even more so as he ran his tongue greedily over the glistening liquid covering his shadowed chin. But there was a deeper, warmer, tender, kinder, powerful emotion shining in his hooded eyes.
It hit her then. How stupidly blind she’d been.
