Then he destroys me.
He flicks his tongue fast, merciless. His mouth seals around my clit, sucking hard. I lose control. My legs shake. My arms give out, but he’s there, holding the back of my knees, locking me in place without missing a beat.
He’s relentless. Vicious. Pouring every ounce of punishment and power into that one spot.
Fuck, this is the kind of vengeance that I want.
Just as I’m about to shatter, he pulls back.
I whimper, on the edge of murder — until he grabs my thighs and yanks me closer. Turns me sideways, one leg between his, the other over his shoulder.
“Look at me,” he growls. “Watch me fuck you.”
My eyes lock on his, my whole body strung tight with anticipation. I want to see him undone.
He must see something on my face because his lips curl into a dark, dangerous smile. Then he slams into me with one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
All the air leaves my lungs. He’s deep. All of him. But instead of going feral, he moves slow and controlled. Barely pulling out before sliding back in. Stretching me, hitting the exact fucking spot with every thrust.
I can’t stop the desperate, pleading noises spilling out of me.
He grips my thigh with one hand, and reaches for my tits with the other — pinching, tugging and squeezing. His eyes stay glued to my chest like he’s hypnotized.
He’s obsessed, and I feel it.
The slow pace turns me inside out. I can’t take it anymore.
“Dominic,” I whine, my voice begging. Full of need. “Faster.” Shame jumped out the window a long time ago.
His eyes meet mine. That smirk of his is absolutely evil.
“You asked for it.”
The next second, I’m on all fours. My hair wrapped tight in his fist, yanking my head back. He gives me one breath — one — and then he’s inside me again. Harder. Rougher. Completely unleashed.
He pounds into me like he’s trying to break the bed. The headboard slams into the wall with every thrust, leaving dents in the plaster.
Pleasure scorches up my spine, burning through my veins. He hits that sweet spot over and over again, with precision. With fury and hunger.
I explode. Scream his name so loud I swear the walls shake. My body convulses, and I collapse, every muscle aching — but he’s not done.
He grips my hips, holding me up, keeping me open as he drives in harder, deeper. He doesn’t slow. He pushes me through one orgasm, straight into another.
I don’t even realize I’ve come again until I feel the aftershocks — electric and wild, like lightning ripping through me.
Seconds later, he’s the one breaking. His rhythm stutters, and his grip tightens. He pulls out, groaning, hot ropes of his release painting my skin, my soul.
I collapse completely, unable to move. I just melt into the mattress, boneless and ruined.
It’ll take a whole day to recover from this.
We’ve been married a month now, and this is all that we’ve been doing.
I’m sprawled across the living room, lost in my current read — an epic love story between a vampire and a witch.
Dominic only had investigative methodology crap and history tomes in this place, so I started rattling off titles and told him to order what I craved. He grumbled, but he did it.
I’ve been devouring these books like a woman starved. I have nothing else to do. Except sex, cleaning, and more sex. That’s my whole routine now. Fuck Dominic. Scrub his palace of a house like it’s an Olympic sport. Read my way through a mountain of books like it’s my day job.
