Page 114 of Swept for Forever
What startled me most…was just how ready I was.
“Let me taste you,” he murmured, nudging me gently to lie flat again.
I did.
One hand braced on his shoulder, and the other tangled inhis still-damp hair as I gave in. His tongue was sinful, sending me into an almost trance-like state in waves. Every flick and every press sent me spiraling higher.
The sound he said he wanted to hear? I gave it to him. Loud, breathless, begging.
His pace increased, his mouth working in a rhythm that told me exactly how close he was to losing his own control. The way he moved, the pressure, the way he sucked my clit…I was losing it too.
And then he pulled back.
His mouth was glistening, his lips wet with me, his eyes nothing short of feral.
My cry of protest caught in my throat because I craved him inside me.
He was on top of me now, ready, but something in his touch felt cautious. It was not uncertainty—Dom always knew exactly what he was doing—but a deliberate care. And half a second before he moved, he glanced at me, as if searching for something only he could see.
His palm still rested on my lower back. “Can we move to the bed?”
“Sure,” I said, trusting him. The rug had done its job. Foreplay had left me aching, and now I wanted comfort. Closeness.
He lifted me, then carried me to the bed as if we couldn’t bear to wait one second more. He laid me down with care, grabbed a condom, and sheathed himself. Then he reached for the lube. A lot of it.
“It might hurt,” he said so tenderly that it didn’t feel like a warning. “But if it ever gets too much, tell me. I don’t want you pushing through pain and missing the good. You’re supposed to enjoy this. Forget what you’ve read in magazines or heard from friends. Just believe me.”
I nodded, my throat thick with emotion.
He kissed the corner of my mouth. “You know how badly I want to win, but not half as much as I want this to be good for you. I’ll earn it, whatever it takes.”
I tried to smile. “No ambush this time? Like my shoulder?”
His grin was slow and sweet. “No ambush, Otter. Just let me take care of you.”
“Alpha move?”
“No, sweetheart,” he murmured, brushing his knuckles down my cheek. “Let me be on top, so I canworkfor you.”
I sank back into the pillows, then raised my arms over my head. “Then I’m ready.”
He knelt between my legs, then leaned over me, sliding his hands up my arms until our fingers linked. He pinned them to the mattress, not to restrain, but tohold.To keep me right there with him.
The first cool touch of lube between my thighs made my pulse gallop. Then I felt him,the heat of him, pressing at my entrance. He moved in inch by inch as my body stretched around him, a sweet, overwhelming burn that made me gasp.
“God, you’re tight,” he rasped.
My hips jolted.
“Breathe for me,” he whispered. “Nice and slow.”
And I did.
He didn’t thrust, didn’t chase. He stayed right there, buried halfway inside me, holding still,holding me,while I adjusted. He kissed the side of my neck, whispered against my skin, and stroked calming circles into my palms. Every inch of his body stayed connected to mine.
It hurt, but not in a way that made me want to stop. Dom was too skilled. Too present.
And my body, my heart, knew the difference.
