Page 74 of The Scandal You Started
And that initial collision came to life by a delayed second.
A dam exploded inside her, releasing all the desire and frustration of the past three weeks in one all-consuming tidal wave. She was pulled under, suffocating her lungs in the sensation of too much, but it was laced with a drug that made her feel so fucking high.
The base compound of said drug was Dominic. And he was dangerously addictive.
Reacting to his ownership of her kiss, Rayna slid one hand to his nape, the ends of his thick hair tickling her fingers as she dug her blunt nails into his skin and kissed him back just as greedily.
It wasn’t a finessed kiss of passion, but they weren’t trying to seduce each other. This was a kiss of raw need that was simply meant to quench a desperate thirst. But when Rayna opened her mouth, allowing Dominic to shove his tongue in, the warm, masculine taste of him with a hint of grapes only made that thirst grow.
Gasps and grunts and groans poured from them, louder and bolder. His hands scrunched her hair harder, and he weighedher back some more. She nipped at his lips, sucking on the softer bottom one with the hope it’d bruise. But just in case it didn’t, she clawed at his skin, grazing the back of his neck and up over his scalp. Every time his hand squeezed her waist, his rhythm growing faster and needier, her pussy gave another wet, painfully hollow throb.
Until Dominic was grinding his massive erection into the softness of her belly—or maybe the one moving was her, because Rayna couldn’t keep still. It was impossible.
She was liquid between her legs, and his pawing hands, the sounds he made, the warm taste and scent of him, the promise of his dick stretching her so good had her frantic for more.
More. More.
“More.”
She barely registered her own voice, and that alone should have been a wake-up call. She’d never been within the territory of lust where she completely lost herself.
But she didn’t want to go back just yet.
Dominic must’ve heard her, because his hand slid down from her hair and gripped the back of one of her bare thighs, hoisting her up effortlessly.
Their kiss momentarily broke as she wrapped her legs around his sturdy waist and looped her arm around his neck. She pulled his head back by the hair and swallowed the soft gasp he let out, claiming his mouth again like he held her last breath.
He moaned against her swirling tongue and walked them around towards the kitchen. When he reached where he wanted to take her, his grip loosened, and she slid down his body onto the kitchen counter. He might as well have slapped her down on it, because the cold granite lashed at the scorched skin on the back of her thighs with a million little whips.
She whimpered into his mouth at the shock of the sensation. He kept kissing her, smothering her, as he dragged her hips tothe very edge of the counter, and buried the tent of his hard-on right against the molten puddle between her legs.
He rocked forward. And she couldn’t kiss him or breathe any longer as her mouth went slack.
“Oh, fuck,” she rasped against his lips, choking on a shuddering gasp.
He did it again, nudging at the swollen bud of her clit, and she leaned back into his arm as she struggled to get her vision to focus.
When it did, the feral, drugged glow in Dominic’s dilated eyes sent the sweetest, sharpest zap of thrill right through her clit. She moaned low and long.
Gosh, he was so absurdly gorgeous, with one of her hands gripping the dark locks of his hair, his cheeks flushed a lusty shade of pink, and his kiss-stung lips hanging open as he panted. The renewed wave of desire that crashed through her made her eyes feel feverishly warm.
“I fucking hate you,” she whispered.
She released his shoulder and smacked her palm on the counter behind her. Arching her back, she rolled her hips into his rocking motion, and the sensitive nerves of her sex quaked violently.
Dominic hissed, baring his teeth from one corner in a twisted look of pleasure and pain. “Dammit, Rayna,” he growled and sank over her, pressing his moving hips harder into her.
He rested his parted lips against her forehead as his hand returned to the back of her hair, before he kissed her right brow. Then he kissed the tip of her nose. Just under her eye. The corner of her mouth. Her jaw. And with each open-mouthed peck he placed, he tugged her head further back, until she was staring up at the ceiling full of spotlights.
“What you do to me,” he rasped against her neck, almost as if he were speaking to himself. “You have no idea how I…” He faded off with a moan as he breathed her in.
Rayna shuddered, curling her nails into the solid counter. But then he swiped his tongue over the pulse under her ear and sucked on her skin, and her body vibrated with unspent pleasure.
“Dominic,” she gasped, eyes rolling.
With a groaned sound, he squeezed her waist tighter, forcing her to go immobile and simply take his insistent grinding. His mouth latched on to her skin harder, and he lapped at her buzzing pulse with messy swirls of his tongue.
Rayna’s arm gave out as white pricked at the edges of her vision, but he didn’t let her fall backwards and supported her with his secure hand. She clambered to grip his body anyway, digging her fingers into his bulging bicep and holding his face to her neck, writhing to pull him deeper into her.
