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“No, no.” She clutched at him, curling one leg over his hip. “Not gentle. I want it rough. I like it when it hurts a bit. It feels so good. So don’t be gentle.”
Breathing was near impossible when his lungs were hanging from a noose. So how was he to argue that making love was meant to be a gentle act?
He couldn’t. Didn’t.
Dominic curled his forearm over Rayna’s head, cradling her, as he drew out of her heat, then thrust back in just as insistently.
“Yes,” she groaned. “Just like that.”
The power he held over her pleasure went straight to his head, both heads, and he did it again. Maybe a touch harder. And again, a little faster. He pulled out until he nearly slipped from her and filled the room with the squelch of their bodies fitting together. She mewled loudly, and he hissed under her delicious squeezing and scratching. And kept going.
Dominic learned the pace she liked, filling her deep enough to make pain dance over her brows and fast enough that her eyes crossed and his ears bled in gratitude from hearing her cry for him. But he slowed whenever the pulse at the base of his spine pounded too hard and kissed her lips, her jaw, her neck, thrilling in the way it made her squirm and whine.
“Dominic,” Rayna gasped, tugging on his hair as he rocked forward.
“Rayna,” he echoed.
“You keep…you keep slowing every time I’m about to come.”
“I know.” A filthy wet sound followed his low words. “I do not wish for this to end so soon.”
She locked both legs around him and lifted her pelvis as if she could move underneath him when he had her pinned. “I don’t care about that.”
“But I do.” He ground into her with a little growl before pumping his hips. “I want to hold you for hours as I have done in my dreams.” He did it harder. “I wish to take my time, lavishing your body with pleasure.” And harder yet. “But you are making it ever so difficult not to mate you like an animal and end this within a few minutes.”
“Do it. You said you wanted to do wicked things to me. So do it.”
All the propriety he’d learned throughout his life creaked and bent under her encouragement, bringing him face-to-face with the beast of need that lingered within the depths of him.
“Dammit, woman,” he bit out before smacking his lips to hers. Then he was pulling out of her and rolling her onto her side.
Dominic slid up behind Rayna, her damp back sticking to his damp chest. He hooked her leg over his bent knee, spreading her pussy open. Cupping her jaw in his palm, he forced her to turn her face to him. He plunged his cock straight back into her with a harsh grunt.
She cried out, straining in his arms, but he held her close and tight, making sure she kept watching him as he smacked his pelvis against her. Again and again and again. Lassoing their pleasure together with the mean urgency she’d tempted him into giving them both. And it was dangerously good. Like the caress of a tonne of feathers—smothering and soft and warm, choking him, filling his mind with white and grey—but his beacon in all of it was Rayna.
Her loud sobs, the stunning scrunch of her face, the adorable way she tried so hard to keep her eyes on him, but they just kept rolling. The way her breasts shook and the erotic slaps of her arse. But most of all, the way her hands kept touching him.
Until she couldn’t keep still, and he knew she was close, knew the threat of his own orgasm was chasing him too. So he slid his hand down her stomach and pressed his fingers over the sensitive bud of her sex. She lurched against him on a choked cry, and the sweet clench of her pussy sent a stampede charging up from his groin, tightening his balls.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whined. “Dominic. Dominic.”
He pressed a licking kiss to her cheek as everything beyond her face blurred. “Give me all your pleasure, my love. Let me feel it around my cock.”
Dominic didn’t move his hand. He let his hard thrusts jerk her against the pads of his fingers, allowing him to focus on keeping the same pace. And it worked. Oh, fuck it worked.
With a shriek that abruptly went silent, Rayna drew as tight as a bowstring down to her toes, arching away from him, nails biting viciously into his nape and wrist, as she crushed his dick in a vicelike grip.
Really, he should have known. Should have realised there would be no way for him to survive or pull out from such blissful devastation.
He barely managed another few erratic thrusts before a fire erupted in his loins and charred all his muscles. Groaning a raw sound of agony into her neck, he emptied his seed inside her. He had no choice but to when her pussy demanded it from him. Every damn drop of it.
Rayna slumped, shaking and limp, in his arms when Dominic finally stopped grinding his pelvis against her. Her leg slipped off his thighs, and he sank against her back, breathing in gulps of the warm, earthy, cherry scent of her skin.
“That…” she mumbled tiredly as she turned her glowing, satiated gaze to him. “Was so fucking worth the wait.”
He huffed an exhausted laugh, his pride grinning within his chest, and laid several slow kisses on her neck and cheek. “I am honoured that you think so too. But it is far from over, darling.” He kissed her parted lips. “In fact, the night has barely begun.”
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