Page 96 of The Scandal You Started
Rayna
Rayna stood corrected.
Well…no, actually. She lay shaking, spent,andcorrected.
Dominic had said he would need hours to fuck her, and he’d bloody damn exceeded his claimed hours of stamina and kept her up into the early hours of the morning.
She admitted she’d still doubted him after they’d had sex twice in a row. She’d been so sure they’d fall asleep when he’d wipedher down, gathered her in his arms, and then coaxed sigh after satisfied sigh out of her with the softest of kisses.
Right up until he’d rolled her onto her belly and purred in her ear, “Open for me, love.”
She’d shuddered and moaned and ground shamelessly into the mattress as he kissed and whispered along her back, strumming at her clit with two unhurried fingers.
The insatiable oaf had slid into her right as her orgasm ebbed, and bloody fucking woods, she had no idea which fairy of the woods he’d traded his soul to in exchange for his big, fat, magical dick, but she’d never come so hard and so quickly right after another climax before.
At that point, she’d beensuretheir mattress fun was over for the night.
Except he’d folded her in half and driven her to whimpers with his slow pumping.
Then he’d pressed them chest to chest and stolen another piece of her sanity.
Rayna would have loved to claim the minutes of rest between revived her energy the way it had for Dominic. But sometime during their third time, she’d turned into a moaning, boneless pile of putty in his hands, drugged on the way he did what he wanted to her but still always put her pleasure first. And he hadn’t seemed to care that she hadn’t been reciprocating equally.
In fact, he’d so obviously enjoyed focusing on her pleasure. And gosh, there’d been a deep, overwhelming passion in the way he’d touched her and kissed her and buried himself inside of her that was so much more intense and ruinous than just plain rough.
So it was no surprise when Rayna woke up the next morning with Dominic’s arm thrown over her, she was blissfully exhausted, her muscles aching all over. It was easily fixed underDominic’s hands as he massaged her with body wash in the shower, followed by a mug of black coffee over breakfast.
Rayna was sipping at the bitter liquid when Dominic, sitting on the other side of the dining table, placed a triangle of toast, slathered in apricot jam Winnie had made, on her empty plate.
“Eat up,” he instructed with a tender smile.
“Dominic, I can’t eat any more,” she grumbled, setting her coffee down on the table.
She pushed the plate across to him, but he stopped it with the pads of his fingers and urged it back towards her. “You have not eaten enough—”
“I’ve eaten more than enough, actually. You already made me eat an extra slice and half of your bloody bowl of fruit. I’m not eating anymore.”
“That is only because you normally have very little breakfast. But that shall not do today.” He picked up the jammed slice from one corner. “You must eat well, and you must eat a lot.”
“Dominic—”
He flashed her a lopsided grin and held the toast before her mouth. “At the very least, have half, and I shall finish the rest. How about that, love?”
A quiet, exasperated growl rumbled in the back of her throat as she glared at him despite the weird, warm realisation fanning through her.
Love.
He’d called her that multiple times now. Darling too. And“my Rayna”earlier.
It seemed his list of endearments had expanded, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. Something about the intimacy of them was…foreign. But it picked apart her stubbornness with little flicks of a seam ripper, and it was bloody unacceptable.
Why? Just why? Why did her resolve give way to him so easily?
She didn’t get it. But there wasn’t any part of her that was honestly reallyannoyed.
Because he was glowing.
Not just his tanned skin, but his playful smile and the warm affection deepening the golden hue of his eyes. There were actual fucking stars sparkling in his aura. He looked refreshed, so much more relaxed and comfortable and happier than he had been in a while.
