Page 20 of Darkest Retribution

Dominic’s hands mold to my hips before sliding up my body. When they reach my breasts, he massages them, his fingers rubbing against my nipples. I moan, arching my back and consequently grinding against his hips.

“Don’t worry,” he says soothingly. “You’ll get what you need.”

He tweaks my nipples, and my head falls until my forehead hits the desk. When his fingernails scrape them through the silk, I whimper. My hands close into fists as I feel his breath against my neck.

“I could keep you like this forever,” he whispers, rolling my nipples in between his fingers as he says it. “But I have other plans for us today.”

Oh god.

His hands leave me, and cold air hits my back when he straightens. But then I feel his hands palming the back of my legs, and a shudder runs through me when he squeezes my ass.

Is he... kneeling? I peek over my shoulder, and I can feel him but can’t see him, so he must be.

“Perfect,” Dominic says quietly, almost like he’s talking to himself. Then he pushes my skirt up so the fabric is gathered at my waist. With a single finger, he traces the outside of my vulva so slowly it’s agonizing.

“Please,” I moan, sliding my feet a few more inches apart. I want to know what his mouth will feel like against me. What his fingers will feel like when they’re inside of me.

“Patience, Jade,” he say. “We have all the time we need.”

The realization helps me relax, and I sigh happily as Dominic peppers my inner thighs with light kisses, gradually moving upward. By the time he parts me with his tongue, every touch feels like a mini explosion under my skin.

Slowly, his tongue pushes into me, and I hear—and feel—him groan. Then he starts fucking me lazily, just like that. It’s amazing, and I’m not sure if it’s because of what he’s doing or if it’s because it’shim.But it’s not enough. Not nearly enough to satisfy the way he has me craving for him.

“More,” I beg. “Please, sir.”

When he pulls away, it’s with a deep chuckle. “I suppose it’s your turn.”

“My turn?”

“Mmhmm.”

When his tongue traces around my clit, I gasp. He teases me, giving me a tiny taste of what I want, and I wonder if it’ll always be like this. Him savoring me and enjoying this possibly as much as I am.

He swipes over my clit with his tongue, and my hips jerk, so he grabs them. “Hold still, Jade.”

“It feels so... so good.” I grind against his face, and I wish I could stop, but my body has a mind of its own.

His grip turns firmer, and he sucks my clit into his mouth. The action rips a cry from my lungs, and I melt into his desk. As he continues sucking, he holds me still, sending sparks of pure pleasure through my bloodstream.

When he pulls away, he slides two fingers in and out of me, pressing small circles into my clit with the pad of his thumb. “How does it feel?”

“Perfect,” I say, doing my best not to move my hips. But I have to fight to keep myself from meeting his thrusts. “So fucking good.”

He lets out a satisfied hum before he continues. I moan into the desk as that familiar tension builds in my body.

“You’re doing so well for me,” he says, licking at some of the liquid that’s traveled down my thigh. “Staying so still.”

I clench around his fingers, and my legs begin to tremble.

“That’s it, Jade. That’s it.”

I’ve never needed another person to say my name so much. It sounds beautiful coming from his lips.

“Tell me what you need.”

“Harder,” I whisper.

He adds more force to his thrusts, angling his fingers in a slightly different way. And then, just like that, I’m screaming into the desk, my fingernails digging into my palms as I come.

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