He kisses me like he’s been waiting his entire life for this moment, and I kiss him back with just as much fervor.
When we finally break apart, we’re both breathless, foreheads pressed together as we try to steady ourselves. His eyes search mine, edged in concern, as if he’s worried he’ll find signs of regret.
“I meant what I said,” he murmurs, low and thick. “You’re the other half of my soul, Ellie. Don’t make me live without you again.”
I brush my fingers over his jaw, marveling at the way he looks at me, like my mere existence is as vital as the air he breathes.
“Okay,” I whisper against his lips.
And when he kisses me again, it’s anything but hesitant. Rougher. Messier. Frantic.
CHAPTER 40
Dominic
TAKE WHAT YOU NEED
PRESENT
One taste of her and I’m done for, unable to continue holding back. My hands hungrily grip at her waist, lifting her onto the edge of the sink in one fell swoop.
Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she arches into me, spreading her thighs wide as she molds her body to mine.
She moans, tilting her head back, making room for me.
Part of me can’t believe this is happening and the other part of me can’t believe it took us so long to get here.
The elegant curve of her neck is stunning, flawless, and I ache to claim it.To mark her as mine. My lips press against the wild rhythm of her pulse, feeling the quiver as her throat shifts with a sharp swallow. When my tongue traces a slow, deliberate path along her skin, a tremor courses through her, and her nails sink into my back. I bite down, nipping at the smooth skin, leaving a trail of possession along her neck. Witha teasing gentleness, my teeth graze to the other side, drawing out a gasp.
Her hands begin to roam over me, pointed nails drag down my back, marking me just as I’m marking her. With my grip still firmly cradling her head, my other hand slides under the hem of her top, my hands skimming over her smooth stomach, pausing before I reach her breasts.
“Is this okay?”
She nods against me, pushing her chest out further. “God, yes.”
I take a nipple between my fingers, tugging on it, toying with the stud.
I can’t get over them. I never would’ve guessed she had them pierced.
Her thighs fall all the way open, inviting me.
“Touch me,” she cries. “I need you.”
“I got you, Ellie girl.”
My fingers dip into the waistband of her pants. Tugging at the fabric of her underwear, I push it aside and drag my middle finger down the smooth center of her pussy. She’s already so wet, so warm, drenching my hand. I sink in, adding a second finger, slowly curling them inside her. Her head falls back as her hips buck, seeking more.
“Dominic, baby. I need?—”
“I know what you need,” I grit. No time apart could keep me from knowing her body—knowing every touch and stroke it takes to make her come.
My fingers pump inside at a rapid pace, curling further, as my thumb circles her clit. Her knees start to shake on either side of me and using my shoulders as leverage, she lifts her hips to grind against my fingers.
“That’s right Ellie, ride my hand, take what you need.”
Her walls tighten, gripping my fingers like a vise. She’s close.
Our gazes catch. I watch her lips part, tongue darting out the corner before my name tumbles in a sigh.
