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I don’t know where I find my bravado, but I hook my fingers to Dominic’s pants and pull him closer. I draw my finger along his zipper, feeling the hardening desire through his pants.
“And I’m always ready to be that for you. Whatever I can do to distract you. How are you holding up, anyway? I wish I could’ve been home sooner. I know it was only supposed to be a day, but your father requested I stay a bit longer.” Dominic holds his hands out to me, tugging me to my feet. He lifts me into his arms and kisses me again, holding me close as if he can’t resist.
Everyone has been so stressed and intense over Chaz that my family was really the last thing on my mind. I knew Dominic was staying longer in San Francisco, but I just didn’t really put much thought into it. Adrian said everything was being handled and it was looking good.
I meet Dominic’s dark eyes. “He did?”
Dominic smiles, his expression soothing the worry before it has a chance to explode through me. “Yeah, and it went better than we could’ve hoped. Your father agreed that the most important thing was you. He wants you to be happy, and I guess something your mother said kind of pushed him in our direction. He won’t contest our engagement or marriage. It’s only your family’s alphas who get to give approval.” Dominic sets me on his wide table, standing between my legs. “We’ve also set a date. We will officially marry in June. Our announcement will hit the press in January. Everything is coming together now. You don’t have to worry any longer.”
My mouth falls agape with his admission, and I squeal and grab his shirt, pulling him to me. He moans, pushing me back, gliding his tongue over mine as he drags me to the edge of the table, pressing between my legs, his hard-on throbbing and threatening to destroy our clothes if it doesn’t get what it wants.
My lust grows out of control. It’s even more prominent now that I haven’t worn my suppressant lotion in days. The hormones within it have finally faded.
“Keep kissing me like that, and I’m going to beg you for more,” I whisper, gliding my hands over his sides. “My desire has been...a bit out of control.”
Dominic kisses me harder, set off by my words. “We can’t have that now, can we? Let me help you. I’ve missed you, Scarlett. More than I thought possible.”
His words dig deeply into me, and I grab his shirt and yank it up over his head, wanting nothing more than to feel the heat of his body against mine. It feels as if I’ll explode if I don’t get what I need otherwise. I arch back until I’m sitting on the edge of the table. Dominic matches my passion, tugging my shirt off before pulling down my pants, leaving them in a pile at our feet. Clay dust dirties my skin, but it doesn’t bother me.
“Be my inspiration, Scarlett. Be my canvas.” Dominic unfastens his pants and shrugs out of them, stroking his fingers along his prominent shaft, his cock hard and ready, flexing with his muscles.
“I’ll be whatever you want, Dom. Do with me as you please. I’m yours.” I bite my lip, easing my legs open wider, exposing myself to him as he stands in front of me.
He groans in his chest, the rumble vibrating to my core. He doesn’t move closer, studying me for a long, hot moment. I squirm under his intensity, wishing I could hear what’s on his mind.
“I want you to stay still. Don’t move.” Dominic holds his finger up and strolls around the table, heading toward his big metal cabinets.
I watch in anticipation, loving that creativity bursts from every aspect of his life. I don’t know what I was expecting from Dominic, but wetness spills between my legs just thinking about it.
Drawing my hand down my pelvis, I rub my fingers between my legs, moaning softly. I can barely handle the wait, and the sound of my voice draws Dominic back to me as if he’s caught in my magnetic field. He strokes himself, drinking me in. I masturbate, squirming because he takes his time to set up and moisten a slab of clay. He drips cool water over my breast, watching as the gray liquid streams over my nipple.
My body clenches, and I arch my back at the sensation.
“I’m almost ready for you, Scarlett. Let me see if you’re ready for me.” Washing his hand in a clean bowl of water, he glides his fingers over my thigh, the coolness from the clay sending tingles over my body. He caresses his fingers over my pussy and spreads me open to touch my clit before he slides his middle finger between my legs, soaking himself with my slick.
I moan and writhe at the sensation, closing my eyes and losing myself to the pleasure Dominic ignites in me. More cool liquid coats my breast, and Dominic massages clay over my nipples, painting me as if I’m his living statue.
“It feels so good.” I roll my hips to increase the pressure of his finger. I want more. Need more. “I don’t know how much more teasing I can take.”
Dominic pulls me closer, setting me on my feet. He slowly turns me toward the table. Lifting my hair, he kisses my neck, nudging me to bend over. The thin slab of clay cools my breasts, pebbling my nipples. He flattens his hand firmly against my spine, pressing me down. I moan, his body aligning with mine. He teases me with his tip, sliding in and out of me as my body leaves an imprint on the clay.
“You’re so hot and wet. You feel so good.” Dominic teases me, working me up without thrusting inside. He massages his hands along my back, moving his way down to my ass where he squeezes, spreading my body wider as he slides in, moaning as he takes his time, far more gentle than Leo but just as amazing.
“Your teasing is killing me. I want more,” I gasp, trying to take a step back to push harder against him.
He pins me in place, resting his hand beside me, digging it into the clay. “Art takes time, Lettie. It’ll be worth the wait.”
I swallow, trying my best to control myself. My vision hazes with my desire, and I reach out and grab Dominic’s hand, lacing our fingers together. He continues to slide in and out slowly, the gesture driving me wild.
I can’t take it. I feel as if I’m going to explode. As if I’m going to die if I don’t get what I want.
Pushing my body back, I take all of Dominic’s cock inside me and gasp at the pressure of his girth stretching me. He groans, giving in to my need, and I can’t stop my scream of pleasure as he locks his fingers to my shoulder and pins me down, thrusting deep until his hips hit my ass, and it’s as if I can feel him in my stomach. He moans, his resolve breaking. I whimper and scratch my fingers into the clay, the coolness sticking underneath my nails. The table thuds against the wall, Dominic’s thrusts declaring our passion to anyone in hearing range.
It doesn’t stop there.
He flips me over and sits me up, pulling my leg onto his shoulder as he pounds into me, his body flexing as he prepares to knot. My ass sinks into the damp clay, and I slap my hand down, bracing myself as he picks up his pace, his quick thrusts deep and passionate. His mouth finds mine, and he kisses me as the pressure builds and builds between my legs, his knot reacting to my body. I gasp as ecstasy floods through me with his seed, the pleasure so intense that I close my eyes and moan, my voice ringing through the air. I hadn’t expected how much I’d want Dominic, but he’s so incredibly sexy and talented. He makes me feel so very safe and wanted. I pant at the sensation of my orgasm consuming me, his rippling muscles flexing as he grunts, digging his hand into the clay, our bodies leaving behind outlines of our passion.
“I love you, Lettie,” Dominic mutters, his voice grumbly as he moans, his orgasm as intense as mine. “I love you so much. We’ll always have this moment. Our passion solidified in art.”
