Page 97 of For the Love of the Gods

“You think you don’t affect me?” Dominic asked, offense splashed across his features and earning me another squeeze.

His head dropped to my ear, his nose running over the upper arch. “You want me to tell you how much youaffectme, Rose?”

I nodded as much as I could around the cage of his hand.

“I can’t go five minutes without thinking about what it feels like to be inside you. To feel you squeezing me in a tight little fist over and over again as I make you come.”

I let out a whimper before I could help it. I might have pushed him a bit too far. But I couldn’t find the mind to feel guilty about it.

“I feel like a man insane,” Dominic continued, the low growl of his voice drilling into my ear and straight down my center. “One wink. A fucking wine bottle. That’s all it takes for you to affect me.”

A small yank at my throat and I was plastered to him, his hard length trapped between us.

“I can’t even let a waiter do his job and serve you wine because the thought of something he gave you touching those lips makes me crazy. I want to go back and track down everyone we just saw who looked at you walking around in that skimpy little dress with a bare pussy and erase their memories.”

Dominic pulled away from my ear, taking my stare in a grip as unforgiving as the one around my throat. “You are my wife. Those lips aremine.”

His free hand reached up to cup me between the legs. “Thisis mine.” His middle finger broke free and shoved inside me, ripping a moan from my lips.

“And all you do by taunting me, Rose, is make me a little more insane. You whittle down my sanity to the point where all I can think about is shoving in between your legs and burying my cock so far inside you you’d feel me for weeks.”

“Dominic,” I breathed, begged.

“Is that what you wanted, Rose?” Dominic touched our foreheads together. “To drive me insane?”

That was exactly what I’d wanted. “Yes.”

“Well, mission fucking accomplished, sweetheart.” And then Dominic kissed me, not even bothering with an attempt at a sweet beginning, just diving his tongue straight into my mouth.

I arched against him on instinct, desperation clawing at my veins and pleading with me to move as close as I could. I’d bury myself into his skin if he’d let me. Dominic’s finger pumped in once, then out so that he could add a second finger as he dived back in.

In his madness, he’d walked me back into the water so that it was now at our chests, giving me the buoyancy to jump up and wrap my legs around his waist easily.

I could feel my hips moving on their own accord, driving down into his fingers and to where his thumb was pressed perfectly against the apex of my thighs.

My hands grappled with his shoulder and around his neck, the tension in my body pulling painfully tight from the pressure of his fingers into the side of my neck to where his other hand was doing sinful things to my body.

“Rose,” Dominic growled when I started moving quicker, obviously chasing release. “Not fucking yet. Not until you feel my pain.”

“I already do,” I begged, grinding down again.

“I fucking doubt that,” Dominic said, his voice a rough scrape. Like the rocks on the cliff.

Dominic released my neck and my core at the same time, making me whimper in protest. Until he reached around my thighs and started dragging me closer to the shore. When most of his chest was exposed, he hauled me over his shoulder, his arm clamping over my exposed backside to secure me.

“I thought you didn’t want anyone to see me,” I said against his lower back.

“They can see you now, when it’s crystal clear who you belong to.” And then we were gone, stepping into dead space and out in the alcove where we’d ditched our clothing.

Dominic knelt with me still on his shoulder, using his free hand to spread out my dress and his shirt to create a makeshift blanket on the sand. He dropped me onto it and straddled my hips with his knees before I could even attempt to get away.

Not that I wanted to.

He grabbed both my wrists in one hand and yanked them above my head. I could feel the cool kiss of metal of the lowest grappling hook and my stomach bottomed out when I realized what he was about to do.

“Dominic,” I gasped.

“I’ll repeat,” he said, looking down his strong nose at me. “Did you wear it because it was pretty or because you wanted me to use it?”

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