Page 66 of Darkest Retribution

Why I wanted him to touch me yesterday.

Why I want to kiss him so goddamn badly.

Why I want to curl up next to him every night.

You trust him.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

Because how can you trust someone without getting close to them?

This is going to hurt like hell.

But right now, I don’t care. All I want is to bathe in the heat of his gaze and to come apart under his touch.

Thankfully, he obliges.

I cry out when his tongue flicks one of my too-sensitive nipples. He shushes me, but then he does it again.

“Dom,” I whimper.

“I know,” he says softly. He moves to my other nipple, tracing circles around it with his tongue, causing my eyes to fall closed.

With my newfound realization, every touch, every moan, every word that falls from Dominic’s mouth hits ten times harder. When he tugs off my shorts and underwear, I immediately open my legs back up to him, welcoming him into my arms. I roll us so I’m on top, but he flips us again in a split second.

I’d typically find it annoying, but this time I just smile up at him.

Dominic adjusts himself so he’s kneeling on the mattress in between my legs, no longer on top of me. “I need to taste you again.”

He snakes his arms under my thighs, gripping them tightly. Then he straightens, so he’s balancing on his knees, pulling me with him. My shoulders and head are on the bed, but my ass is in the air, my legs draped over his shoulders.

“Dominic,” I gasp, a high-pitched whine leaving my mouth when he parts me with his tongue.

“Shhh.” He licks my clit gently, lapping me up, before moving his tongue in tight circles. I buck my hips, realizing too late that it’s probably uncomfortable for him, but he just chuckles.

I let myself relax into his hold, gripping the sheets, briefly wondering if too much blood is going to rush to my head. But the thought is pushed out by pure ecstasy when he sucks on my clit.

It takes everything in me to keep from moaning too loudly as he works me over, bringing me to the brink of an orgasm before pulling away. When my eyes widen in desperation, he smirks, waiting a few more seconds before gently circling my clit.

“I’m not above strangling you if you do that again,” I say, intending it to be intimidating. Instead, I sound breathless, maybe even a little whiny.

“Patience, Jade. I’ve been thinking about eating you out since Friday night. Let me enjoy this.”

“Oh,three whole days.It’s beensolong.”

He nips at my clit, and I yelp.

With a glare, I say, “I told you, if you bite me, I’ll bite back.”

The corner of his mouth quirks up. “I’m waiting.”

I try to sit up, but he lifts up my ass, forcing my head down. I let out a huff, briefly contemplating squeezing his neck between my legs. But in the end, I give in, because goddammit, he feels good.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmurs. “Now relax.”

At first, I’m not able to. But then it hits me what he said.

I’ve been thinking about eating you out since Friday night. Let me enjoy this.

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