Page 68 of Darkest Retribution

Once his pants are off, he sits against my pillows. I grab a condom from my nightstand, tossing it to him. He rolls it on, and I crawl over his legs.

With one hand on his chest for balance, I use the other to guide his cock to my entrance. I slide down a few inches, smirking at his groan of impatience, before lowering myself the rest of the way.

Dominic’s eyes are closed. For a few seconds, I let myself drink him in. His hairline is damp, some of his dark strands sticking to his forehead. Gently, I brush them off before my fingers trace down his cheek.

Just as I pull my hand away, he takes it in his, lacing our fingers together. Our gazes meet, and his eyes soften. I’d give almost anything I could to make sure I’m the only one he ever looks at this way.

Warning signs start flashing in my head, reminding me that this is far too intimate for what we’re supposed to be. For what I have to do. But all I want is to fall farther and farther into the passion in his pale blue eyes.

Don’t make this harder than it already will be.

I place his hand on my waist, hoping it’ll ease some of the intensity of the moment. Then, holding onto his shoulders for balance, I start to move my hips.

We both groan at the way he feels inside me, and my fingers dig into his skin. After a minute, he reaches in between my legs until his thumb finds my clit. I squeeze my eyes shut, moaning at the electric sensations spreading through me.

“Just like that?”

“Fuck, oh my god, yes.”

I keep my eyes closed. I don’t trust myself to hold eye contact and not feel things I shouldn’t.

Dom works his thumb in tiny circles over my clit as I move up and down on his dick. He murmurs nothing and everything, telling me that I feel perfect, that he never wants this to end. I let his words wash over me, shedding my fears and worries and letting myself just exist in this moment.

It’s just me and Dominic.

I’m not leaving.

I don’t have to worry about David.

I can let myself enjoy this.

As I get closer, my movements become less controlled. The way I keep moaning would probably be embarrassing, except Dom seems to be eating them up.

“Jade,” he says as the first wave begins to build.

“Hmm?” I barely manage to say it.

“Open your eyes. Look at me.”

I do.Let yourself have this.Just for the next couple minutes.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, his free hand running through my hair. “I love your eyes.”

Apparently, literally everything is different when it’s with Dominic, because a compliment has never pushed me over the edge. But the second the words leave his lips, my orgasm crashes into me, taking me by surprise.

He claps his hand over my mouth as I fall. It barely contains my first cry, but hopefully the closed door is enough to muffle it.

“I’ll never get enough of that,” Dom says, thrusting into me in a way that has me losing myself even more. His hand moves from my mouth to my throat, his thumb stroking my pulse point. I lean my head back slightly, giving him more room. When he thrusts upward again, I have to choke back another cry.

“Enough of...fuck.Enough of what?”

“You,” he murmurs, his eyes tracking every one of my movements. “The way you look when you come.”

I sag forward, too exhausted to find a reply. Dom’s hands brace against my shoulders to keep my head from hitting his.

“Too tired to keep going?” he says in a teasing tone.

“Never.”

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