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"I'm not finished with you yet," Dominick growled. "Don't you dare come again until I say so."
"Y-yes, Your Majesty. I'll ... I'll wait."
"Good girl."
He pushed back into her pussy with a groan, resuming his quick pace easily. Looking down at her ass and the perfect, slender length of Rosalie's sweat-slick back ... he knew he'd never felt so alive. Being able to make love to Rosalie in this way brought out an entirely new level of passion within him that he didn't know existed before now. His thrusts were animated and fueled by years of longing for her. He knew now that he would never get enough of her.
"I don't think I can h-hold back anymore," Rosalie moaned as he dominated her from behind. Her hands were white-knuckled as she grabbed the sheets, using the force of her entire body to push back against him each time he entered her.
Dominick sighed and arched back, planting his hands on her ass, feeling every curve as if it were new to him again. Each thrust felt like an eternity—like some divine right was being fulfilled—until finally, Dominick couldn't hold himself back anymore, either.
"All right," he growled. "You have my permission. Come for me, Rose. Come now!"
At the last note of his command, Rosalie threw her head back and screamed. Her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm, her inner walls clenching and unclenching around Dominick and shooting him over the edge, too. Right then, with Rosalie beneath him, he felt like he was a god, and they had both ascended to heaven, both coming undone in a blissful crescendo.
Reality didn't exist anymore, just the heat of Rosalie's body and the press of them against each other. Moments later, their ragged breaths filled the room, and Rosalie collapsed onto her side beneath him, and the bed bounced beneath their weight when he joined her, pulling her back against his chest and stomach.
Their bodies were completely intertwined—two halves of the same soul reunited once more, and Dominick didn't ever want to let go. There was no fear or hesitation, just pure unabashed joy at being found again after so many years apart.
He wanted to tell her. He needed to tell her just how much he loved her. Dominick opened his mouth to breathe the words.
"We should spend more time together, you and I, with our son," Rosalie said suddenly. It felt like a concession somehow, an olive branch, not quite the one he was looking for but one he was eager to grasp all the same. "Just the three of us."
"Like a family?"
"I wouldn't go that far," she said, a hint of hesitation in her voice. "But ... but yeah, maybe. Like a family."
He nuzzled into her neck, breathing in her lavender scent. "I'd like that."
Somehow, as they drifted off in each other's arms, Dominick sensed that something had shifted between them this night for the better. Whatever reservations Rosalie still had about being with him, they were beginning to slip away one by one ... and soon, she would be his.
When Rosalie's breathing evened out and became slow and nearly silent, Dominick placed his hips up against her ear and whispered, "I love you, Rosalie, and I'll do whatever it takes to win back your love for me."
She just sighed happily and snuggled closer to him, and finally, Dominick closed his eyes and fell asleep with her.
Chapter 11 - Rosalie
Her night with Dominick had been far more glorious than she could have ever expected, everything from the music, the wine, the atmosphere ... and, of course, Dominick himself. As gentlemanly as ever but dominant enough in bed to make her heart race. She wanted to feel that dangerous side of him come out more often. However, wishing for that was dangerous because if she didn't trust him completely, she would be putting herself in harm's way.
Did she trust him? It was hard to say anymore. Part of her must trust him subconsciously because she'd given her body to him again ... willingly. She'd craved his touch and the feeling of him filling her up long before he'd even suggested it.
Sex was far from the equivalent of love ... and Rosalie wasn't foolish enough to mix the two up.
But when she was with Dominick, it always felt like more.
Shouldn't she be ashamed for having any feelings for Dominick after everything he'd put her through? All the torment, the pain, the threats against Jay, even if it had been before Dominick knew he was their son.
Maybe she should ... but she still couldn't bring herself to. She realized as the weeks passed and they regarded each other with a cordial acceptance that through Jay, they had almost become friends again. Friends who had once been something more—friends, who both longed to be more again.
But how could Rosalie let it when she still didn't know if she wanted to become a vampire? If she let herself fall into a relationship with Dominick again ... he would ask her. He wouldn't want to lose her.
And to be honest, Rosalie wasn't sure that if she entered a relationship with him again, that she could stand to lose him again, either. So, for the weeks that passed since their last night together, Rosalie avoided being alone with Dominick for more than a moment. She couldn't afford anything to happen between them again until she knew for sure.
Once, when Dominick was returning Jay from the library for his lessons, Jay ran into his room to get something to show Dominick, leaving Rosalie alone with him for longer than she wanted.
His stare was heated, as it always was, but he was respectful enough not to act on his desires. "Rosalie ... I've been wondering," he said, interrupting her thoughts. "You said you wanted to spend more time together, the three of us, like a family. Yet it feels like you've been avoiding me. What's going on? Did I do something wrong?"
Heat crept up her cheeks, and she shook her head to avoid looking at him directly. "No, you didn't. I just ... I needed time to sort my thoughts out."
