As he was braced over me, I ran my hands down his chest. Buttons slipped through holes to expose even more of him. Goddess, he was stunning in every perfect and imperfect way. His tattoos just peeked out over his one shoulder my hand ran up and down. I held on tightly as I arched and breathed in his perfect form.
From love. To hurt. To hate. To love.
How we’d come full circle.
“God, I need you.” Dom pulled me back up, until I was straddling his lap. He hiked me up higher until he was lined up with me, smoothing his hand over mine.
I was forced to look at him directly in the eyes I could fall and keep falling into the never-ending abyss. “Have me.”
He took me then and there. He pushed into me until he was fully settled, and it was like we were the perfect fit. There was no easing into it. There never was any when it came to the two of us. We just were. Yet still, he felt bigger inside of me than I remembered, my body stretching to get comfortable before the heat started anew, burning brighter than before.
He watched my every response to the shift of his hips. I gasped at every grunt of pleasure he exhaled past my parted lips. My nails dug into his arms and his lower back, pulling him as far as he could into me. Neither of us held much control.
“You’re so good,” rasped Dom, pulling out before thrusting back inside of me.
I cried out, but his mouth quickly captured mine, tasting the sound.
“Shh, shh,” he murmured, picking up his pace before slowing down again. He hitched my leg higher over his hip until he was practically grinding himself into me.
It was good. So good. He was so good.
“You’re everything I ever imagined,” Dom said.
“All the dreams,” I whispered. “I waited for you …”
Since last summer. Since forever.
I felt whole, under the starlight shining down on me like the goddess herself was granting her delight and forgiveness.
“I’ve been waiting for you too.” Dom pulled me up off the ground and into his arms until I was nearly his lap.
I held on to his shoulders, and our foreheads pressed against each other, so all I could hear were the small, longing sounds we made.
My lungs ached from the gasps and groans I tried hard to keep quiet, but couldn’t as he pounded into me. We both held on, as if the moment we let go, we’d be torn in two. His eyes squeezed shut as his movements and hands turned frenzied until we reached a pitch so high that I wasn’t sure if we were on the ground anymore. I was floating, high above myself in the moonlit sky, where we were always perhaps meant to be.
And stay.
My heart raced before it calmed, and I felt Dom’s do the same as he held himself to me.
Lifting my head, I stared straight into his eyes. When he noticed how I was staring at him, half in a haze, he bent me backward and kissed me fiercely one last time.
“We should go.” I giggled, slowly rolling and disentangling.
I immediately felt the emptiness, and the air caressed between our damp bodies, coated with gentle perspiration. Neither of us said a word, keeping an eye on one another, taking in what had just happened and what we had done.
It felt like an omen. A deal sealed with a promise. A hope that I didn’t want to give up on ever again. Not for him.
Not for anyone.
Out of all the people I’d been with and all the things I had done the moment I was free in this brilliant, magical world, Dom was always the one who still managed to surprise me in all the most stunning ways.
“Do we need to tell them that we’re leaving?” Dom asked, his eyes turning back over his shoulder toward the backyard, where the rest of the ladies remained.
Who knew what they thought had happened to us—or heard?
I shook my head, tugging him toward the road. “No. They’ll have much more fun this way.”
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