Page 48 of A Seed Of Peril
“Lilith,” Dominic said benevolently.
“Why does this keep happening? Why can’t people just leave us alone? I’m so damn tired of having to look over my fucking shoulder.”
Dominic’s scent hung closer.
“It’s so exhausting, worrying all the time. I just want to relax and have no worries.”
His hands slid slowly down my arms, gently taking me in his and pressing me into him. He trailed light kisses down along the side of my neck to near the front of my throat. I leaned my head back on his shoulder, inviting his affection. He palmed my belly with his right hand and held my upper arm with his left to keep me still. I parted my lips, a breathy moan escaping me.
“You need to relax?” The way he asked, I knew exactly what he had in mind to relax me. The throaty huskiness of his voice went straight down between my legs, making my clit ache that much more.
“I do,” I murmured. “Why me? What did I do?”
Dominic pulled the throw blanket back and past my shoulders, kissing them. He removed the blanket, setting it down next to us on the floor.
“I hurt him; now, he wants to hurt me.”
He brought his hand to my front, bringing it up between my breasts, up along my chest, and to my throat, spreading his fingers out on my skin, curling them around my throat. He squeezed just enough to apply pressure but not anywhere near tight enough to hurt me. I slightly tilted my head back, and he drew a line with the tip of his tongue from behind the shell of my ear, down and around it, and up along my cheek. He released the pressure on my throat and turned my head for a better angle, pressing his mouth to mine, drinking in my moan, savoring my taste.
“Another bitch… Like the rest.”
His dark chuckle reverberated in his chest. I arched into him, brushing my ass up against the tent he pitched in his sweats, nearly losing it right then and there. He switched hands, sending his right hand from my throat, snaking it down my body, and slipping his fingers inside my underwear. I parted my lips, breathing harder, needier, at the feel of his fingers.
“Always so damn wet for me,Bellissima.”
I rolled my hips against his hand, gasping as he slid his finger inside of me. I ground against his hand, weak-kneed. With the angle of his hand, it caused my clit to rub up against the heel of his palm, driving me closer and closer to that edge of ecstasy and pleasure. I arched into him even more, rocking faster and harder into his hand, desperate for relief from this hungry ache that had me in its jaws, amplifying and soaring me higher and higher into that familiar, satiating explosion of euphoric bliss.
“Please,” I rasped, almost there. I closed my eyes, moaning. Moments from cresting over the edge.
“Please what?”
He knew what I wanted. Tease.
“Please…” I licked my lips, parting them, my throat and mouth drier. “I need to come. I’m going to…” My words got lost as I was losing control of everything else.
He slipped a second finger inside me, throwing me closer to the point of no return.
“I can’t,” I panted. “I’m… Oh, fuck…”
Dominic more firmly pressed the heel of his palm against my clit, moving it faster, sinking his fingers as deep in me as he could.
He forced our mouths together, his words washing over my tongue like rich, fine wine. “Come,Bellissima.”
Opening my eyes, I gasped, moaning loud, my walls squeezing his fingers as I soared over that crest. I caught my breath as I got my footing, riding out the incredible orgasm. He took away his fingers, my come coating them.
He licked and sucked my come from his fingers, leaving some on his thumb. He brought his thumb to my mouth, pressing it against my lips for me to take it into my mouth. Hesitant at first at the idea of tasting myself, I closed my lips around his thumb, meekly sucking on it.
A seductive, hungry, and dark growl rumbled in Dominic’s chest as he pulled his thumb out of my mouth, and then, he let me go. I became lost in that moment without his touch, spinning on my heels to see him spreading the blanket on the floor by the fireplace. He stepped out of his sweatpants and then his boxer briefs. Fisting his still-hard cock, he beckoned me over with a single finger before slowly sinking to his knees on the blanket.
I pulled my nightgown above my head and tossed it aside. Dominic gripped my hips when I grasped his shoulders, helping me kneel on the blanket. Once I was straddling him, he laid on his back, his fingertips sliding around to cup my ass before massaging the soft flesh. Fuck, it felt good. I gently grinded against him, pressing my hands against his chest as I leaned into it for balance.
Flecks of red popped into his irises. I loved when they changed color, reflecting the predator living within. My desirable, charismatic predator.
I pushed back onto my legs, stroking his cock with both hands. Closing his eyes, Dominic pressed his sprawled fingertips into the flesh of my thighs, his moan tearing up through his chest.
“What are we gonna do?” I asked, referring to Nico and his bullshit.
Slipping his tongue out between his lips, Dominic opened his eyes, more red trickling into them. His stare was piercing. Focused.