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Dominic looked at me in disbelief, but it faded as he absorbed the challenge. He pulled out to the tip slowly, lighting me on fire with each small movement. Right as he was at the very end, with one small section keeping us joined, Dominic thrust back in so hard I saw stars.

He set a torturous pace, pushing into me with a frenzied desire that the burning in my chest matched in intensity.

“Fuck, you feel too good,” Dominic groaned against my ear, and I could barely hear him over the sound of my own moans.

“Was that a compliment?” I breathed, shocked I could form a coherent sentence

“No,” Dominic said, his lips moving down so he could lick up the side of my neck. “It’s fucking annoying.”

There was nothing to do but nod my head in agreement, there were no words for the hot pulses Dominic’s thrusts were sending through my body. I was a wildfire, the blaze building and taking out homes and trees the louder Dominic’s groans in my ear grew.

My hands were raking down his back, my long nails inflicting damage on his smooth skin, digging into the muscles underneath. Dominic snaked a hand under my hips and lifted with ridiculous ease, and on his next plunge into my body, I screamed.

The spot he hit was so right, so intense I blacked out for a second and then it was game over. He pounded into me through my orgasm, the pulsing in my body setting him on a faster pace. Dominic went over the edge seconds later, his head dropping to my shoulder and his teeth digging into my skin.

He caught himself on his arms before he could fall on top of me and I almost wished he had let himself, to give me his full weight.

Instead, he stayed hovered above me, both of us heaving in the aftermath of the apocalypse.

“This must be punishment,” Dominic breathed, stealing the thoughts from my mind. We couldn’t live like this, knowing this was how it was between us. Knowing that the people we’d done this with and actuallylikeddidn’t compare in the slightest.

But if it was just this night, locked in and sheltered from my sins and the full force of his resentment, then I’d take it. Especially when the longer strands of his hair were falling into his face in a way that made my heart clench. He had no right to look that good. I reached up on instinct, moving a strand out of the way and dragging my nails through his hair.

I felt him harden inside me almost instantly, his stamina as strong as the power that flowed through his veins. I flexed my hips towards him and the movement shot a bolt of heat up my center.

Dominic must have felt it too, because he caught my lips in a blazing kiss and dragged me with him back into oblivion.

Chapter 19

Dominic

She had tattoos. Five of them.

I counted them all, traced them with my finger in the hours we spent in bed, locked in and safe from the reality of who we were.

They were all on her back, and if my eyes weren’t glazed over from pleasure, I would have gotten a good view of them during our third round as I pounded into her from behind.

It was only now, as she laid on her stomach, head perched on her hands and turned towards me, that I could see them. The back of her neck, shoulder, spine, ribs, hip. They were placed so that no one would see them unless she wanted them too. I hadn’t even seen them the night of Corrina’s party, with her dress dipped low to expose her back.

No one at that party saw them, most probably didn’t even know.

But I did. Now, I did. And if she wore that dress again, or any other one for that matter, I would know what was hidden behind her long silky hair or under fabric.

I’d known at least one existed since Lia slipped at the Council meeting, but seeing them was different. I knew what they looked like.

I knew.

It was triumph, the kind of victory that comes with taking that first real step towards your goal.

Know her, use that knowledge.

It was a simple set of goals, and I was now a thousand steps in.

My body was exhausted, sated beyond belief. My mind, however, was running at light speed. I was in it now. The fact that nothing, no one, had ever felt as good as Rose did, and the sinking feeling that wasn’t going to change, was simply collateral.

“I still hate you, you ass,” Rose reminded me, her voice calm in a way I’d never heard it, as her eyes drifted closed and she fell asleep in my bed.

Ass. First use: Summer Solstice party. Three years ago.

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