Untamed Delights Page 28
Continuing to fight him on this was pointless, though, Mila acknowledged. She’d cave at some point. She knew that now. Knew she was weakening. Why not just enjoy one night with him? If there was a repeat of it, great, but if not . . . well, like he’d once said, they’d have fun.
There were many rumors about Dominic’s sexual prowess. She’d heard he was well endowed, had excellent recovery time, and was by no means a selfish lover. All points in his favor. And it would mean that she would have some wickedly fun memories to keep her warm when he was gone.
Dominic cursed when she backed up, and he had to fist his hands against the urge to reach for her and yank her to him. He wasn’t leaving. Not yet. “Mila—” She whipped off her shirt, revealing very pretty breasts spilling out of a black lacy bra. “Fuck.”
“Well, I suppose we could,” said Mila, needing it to be clear that he hadn’t seduced her into acting against her better judgment. Needing it to be clear that this was her decision. Mouth curved, she backed up, intending to lead him to her bedroom. He matched her step for step, following her, eyes locked on hers. She lowered the zipper of her fly, and it was like the sound acted as a trigger. He lunged.
Bunching his hands in her curls, Dominic took complete possession of her mouth. Dominated. Ravished. She tasted of chocolate and the same need that was roaring through him, thickening his cock and testing his control. An instant palpable heat ignited between them and sparked the air like static electricity.
Keeping his grip tight on her hair, Dominic angled her head, sinking his tongue deeper. Eating at her mouth, gorging on her taste. He was fucking ravenous for her. Couldn’t think about anything except being balls-deep inside her.
Lifting her, he pressed her against the doorjamb, feeling her nipples stabbing at him through her bra. He punched his hips forward, roughly grinding against her clit, as he consumed that mouth he was absolutely obsessed with. His wolf urged him on, pushing him to take and possess her right there and then.
Legs tight around his waist, Mila sifted his hair through her fingers, raking her nails over his scalp. His kiss was greedy, intoxicating, and a blatant demand for surrender. His tongue licked and tangled with hers; his teeth nipped and grazed but didn’t mark. She couldn’t drag enough air into her lungs, but she didn’t care. Only wanted more.
She was wet and hot and so damn needy. Delicious endorphins flooded her brain and raced through her body. An untamed sexual energy swept her under, dragging her to a place where there was no room for logic or rational thought.
She let her head fall back as he gripped her ass and rocked his thick cock against her clit. Sexual aggression was coming off him in waves, and he kept letting out little snarls that totally pushed her buttons. The guttural sounds fired her cat’s need.
Mila bit down on his lip. “Fuck me.” His mouth latched on to her pulse and sucked. She melted into him, giving whispered directions to her bedroom as he carried her farther into the apartment. The moment he lowered her onto the mattress, she tugged at his shirt. “Off.”
He obliged her and, yeah, she was pretty sure she almost came. Solid shoulders, hard chest, washboard abs. Just inches upon inches of honed muscle. And when he shed the rest of his clothes, revealing yet more toned skin, a very defined V at his hips, and one hell of an impressive cock, she might have moaned a little in sheer delight.
As he dragged off her jeans and thong, she took a moment to admire the very detailed tattoo of a red Chinese dragon that rested above his heart, ran along his shoulder, and curled around his bicep. “Tell me why you got—”
“Later,” he said, clawing off her bra. Dominic let his eyes drift over her, absorbing every line and curve. She was slender and toned with the perkiest breasts and delicately flared hips. Her skin was smooth and sleek . . . fuck, he wanted to bite it. “Beautiful,” he rumbled.
Filling his hands with her petal-soft breasts, Dominic leaned over and sucked a nipple into his mouth, loving the texture of her. Her claws raked his back hard enough to sting but not hard enough to break the skin. His wolf growled in dissatisfaction, wanting her mark on his flesh.
Dominic drew her breast deeper into his mouth and let her feel the edge of his teeth. She hissed, but the sound turned into a gasp as he latched on to her other nipple. He lavished it with the same attention—sucking, licking, and lashing it with his tongue.
Arching into him, she grabbed a tuft of his hair. “Dominic. In me. Now.”
“Typical cat. Likes instant gratification.” He trailed kisses down her body, pausing briefly to explore the intriguing peacock feather tattoo on her side, and then knelt at the foot of the bed. He spread her legs wide and drew the scent of her need deep into his lungs. A growl rattled his wolf’s chest. “Fuck, you smell good.” Dominic nuzzled her swollen, glistening folds. “It makes me wonder . . .”
She braced herself on her elbows. “What?”
Parting her folds with his thumbs, he blew on her clit. “If you taste just as good.” He swiped his tongue through her slit, scooping up all that cream. “Hmm, you do.” He clamped his mouth around her pussy.
Mila’s eyes fluttered shut. “Oh God,” she rasped, fisting the sheets. His incredibly skilled tongue licked, traced, probed, and swirled, exploiting every erogenous zone that he found. Her breaths came quick and fast as the friction built inside her. Hot sparks of need danced over her heated skin, and her pussy ached to be filled.
Hovering on the brink of a powerful orgasm, she bit her lip almost hard enough to draw blood. “I’m gonna come.” And the bastard eased off. Her cat’s upper lip quivered in annoyance, and Mila hissed through her teeth. “Dominic.”
Lapping lazily at her pussy, Dominic hummed. “Just hold on for me a little longer.” She tasted so fucking good, made the most amazing, smoky, cock-hardening moans. He sipped and licked and savored, stringing her body tighter and tighter without throwing her over the edge. She cursed and squirmed and made a noise that was suspiciously close to a sob. He needed her this way. Needed her mindless and so desperate to come that she couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t think of anything but him.
He dipped his tongue inside her dripping-wet pussy, seeking more of her cream, and her walls fluttered around his tongue. Yeah, she was close. “That’s it, come.” He wrapped his lips around her clit, sucked it gently, and rammed two fingers inside her pussy. She came hard and loud, claws slicing into the bedsheet, her pussy clenching his fingers. And Dominic had to fucking know how that pussy felt around his cock.
Panting, thighs shaking, Mila sagged into the mattress. The rumors about this guy’s sexual expertise clearly were not exaggerated. Awesome.
As his weight settled over her, she opened her eyes and gripped his shoulders. So much leashed power under all that sleek tanned skin, she thought. It was an aphrodisiac to her cat. “You’ve got some skills, GQ.”
His mouth curved into a languid smile. “Glad you think so.” Sliding a hand under her ass, he tilted her hips. “Wrap your legs around me, Mila. That’s it.” He lodged the thick head of his cock in her pussy and heard himself groan. Fuck, she was so hot. So tight. It was a struggle not to slam home in one smooth, aggressive thrust.
Mila bit her lip as, inch by slow inch, he sank his cock inside her. Her pussy burned as it stretched around him, but she didn’t care about the pain. Didn’t care that she felt so full she could burst. She needed him to move.