She slowed as she rounded through the kitchen, her stupid heels slipping on the marble tiles. She didn’t have time to damn her poor choice in shoes because a hard, heavy body slammed into hers.
Rough hands caught hers and planted them above her head on the garage door. She was breathless and he hadn’t even touched her yet. Her eyes squeezed shut—this was so wrong yet she craved his touch with every fiber of her being.
“I’m done waiting. We end this torture now,” he said, a growl.
A shiver swept down her spine at his words, at the promise in them. She couldn’t catch her breath. Her body burned; she was ready for him.
She gave into him then—into his addicting caresses. It was so much easier than fighting it. She shouldn’t do it, but she’d never wanted anything more in her life.
“Dom...” she murmured, and with that one word gave him all the permission he needed. One word, a name that had been haunting her for what felt like an eternity. The name she hated as much as she loved.
Her skirt slid to her ankles with a touch. She held on to the door as cool air touched her bare bottom. Her underwear hid nothing from his gaze. She could feel it burning into her skin like beams of light. Those addicting hands caressed her bottom, squeezed.
“You have the greatest ass, sweets.” He groaned deep in his throat as he tucked his fingers inside her panties and sent the material fluttering down around her ankles.
A heavy pulse beat between her legs and an equal weight beat in her heart—for him. No matter how wrong this was, she wanted this. She wanted her Dominic Blackmoore.
He swept her hair over one shoulder, baring her neck to him. A wicked thrill shot up her spine and she arched her neck for him—a small taunt, beckoning him, daring him to take from her. He growled again, louder, and she heard the hiss of his zipper so loud in the quiet house.
“Don’t tempt me, Felicity. Not now. My control is at an end and I will take your vein,” he threatened, his voice as deep as a pit.
Her body relaxed, a smile crossing her mouth as her eyes fluttered shut. “If we’re going to do this then do it all the way, Dom.”
Another groan, this one deeper and impatient. She wondered what he thought of her words. Would he do it? Would he take from her?
He cupped her hips and arched her backside towards him. His hard cock dipped over her drenched folds eliciting a moan from her dry lips. This was it. This was the moment she’d craved from the very first day she met him. She’d finally have him; finally know what it felt like to have him moving inside her.
Their ragged breaths created music in the air. He found her entrance and slowly pushed his way inside. He spread her, the pressure so intense it bordered on pain. He glided inside her using her slippery arousal from her own traitorous body. Pushing centimeter by centimeter, savoring this first slide. Her muscles spread around his length, his hard shaft filling her with a conquering, unrelenting pressure.
A shocked cry tore from her throat, one mixed with pain and pleasure. Her forehead fell into the door as her body adjusted around his thickness.
He pressed hot open-mouthed kisses over her neck while he held himself still inside her. And his hands, those cursed, wonderful hands, entwined with hers on the door, securing her place in his arms, trapping her. Caging her so she couldn’t run.
Then he started moving. Gentle, but unforgiving in hard strokes that dragged through her tight muscles and awakened erotic pleasure she’d never experienced before.
“Dom,” she breathed.
They breathed hard together, both caught in the web of pleasure. His thrusts grew faster in a rhythm designed to pleasure her, and it did, effortlessly. Her toes curled into her shoes as she arched back that little inch further so his heavy sac slapped against her wet flesh.
A strangle cry escaped her lips. It was perfect, so perfect. She couldn’t keep her mouth closed as she sucked in sawing breaths through her mouth. He didn’t relent but tightened his grip on her hands and pounded into her harder, faster until their skin slapped together and their groans filled the air.
Each stroke went down to her soul. Her heart had never beat so fast, and when her body couldn’t burn any hotter, couldn’t handle any more of the hard glide quickening inside her, it locked tight around his cock. The rush of pleasure exploded inside her.
Vision fled, thoughts fled. She was suspended in a moment of time with him as he plummeted into her again and again as her body lovingly encased him, milking him.
He cursed in a ragged voice. “Felicity, fuck. I can’t,” he landed deep then grinded his hips against her, “I can’t stop.”
Before she knew what he meant, he broke the skin of her neck with his fangs. She jerked at the surprised action, but then she felt the deep pulls at her neck as he drank from her. Her fading pleasure spiked once more and her body bowed into his until they were in perfect sync: him commanding her body and her taking it.
They were sharing the most intimate exchange they could. The only thing more sacred would be for her to take his blood too. It was beautiful and the most erotic thing she’d ever felt.
Wet warmth bloomed at her neck and shot down to her nipples, her belly, and her clitoris like little fingers tugging at her. The pleasure became intense all at once, at each of his pulls as if he could steadily wring another orgasm from only his lips at her neck.
The pleasure became too intense for him. His hold tightened almost painfully, his rock hard cock seemed to grow harder, longer. He hammered into her faster, harder until the sounds of pounding flesh and ragged breathing echoed around them. Growling deep, he wrapped his hands around her waist to hold her to him.
She shouldn’t like it. It was all so very wrong. But she never wanted him to stop.
Then his warm mouth locked tight to the wound on her neck and he planted his cock deep. Hot seed spurted in wet splashes inside her. He let out his release on a husky growl that reverberated down to her core. His fangs dislodged and he licked at the wound to seal it in lazy, wet strokes.
They caught their breaths as the aftermath started to creep in. Her mind still hadn’t returned to normal. She knew she should be running right now but she wanted this so badly—these few moments of them together, closer than they’d ever been. Her heart galloped reminding her of how deep she had it for this man.
“So beautiful,” he said. “So perfect.”
One of his hands slipped up to caress her collarbone. His touch was gentle, lingering. He reached down and cupped one breast then the other before flattening his hand on her stomach and trailing it down until his fingers curled around his shaft still planted deep and firm inside her. His fingers caressed her wet swollen flesh, dipping and sliding along her lips and bud.
The sound of the front door opening and slamming closed was like a bucket of ice water thrown on her face.
In a flash, Felicity righted her clothes but she couldn’t quite keep the tears of hurt from coming to her eyes.
“How could you?”
It took even less time than she would have expected to see regret flash across his face. That alone felt like a blow to the gut. Stupid, but she supposed a part of her still hoped that after he’d taken her he’d do more than profess his love to her—he’d forsake Julianna and take her. Only her. What good was having his love if he’d spend the rest of his years next to another woman? Eventually he’d grow to care for her, maybe even father children. The thought was so painful she winced as her heart throbbed.
His head jerked towards the front of the house at the sound of high heels coming their way.
“You know how I feel, Felicity. God damn it!” As if that made any of this better. As if that erased her shame or changed anything.