Chapter 91 STEAMY HONESTY

Chapter 91 STEAMY HONESTY

Dominic's POV

She told me that night.

We were alone in the bedroom and she sat on the edge of the bed and said, "I need to tell you about Luca properly, not just the version I gave you in the kitchen."

I sat across from her and said nothing and waited.

She told me everything, the gym, the conversation, the way it felt to talk to someone who didn't know anything about bonds or hunters or marks, the card, the coffee, his hand brushing her jaw when he tucked her hair back.

I listened to all of it without interrupting and when she finished the room was quiet and I sat with it for a moment because she deserved me actually sitting with it instead of reacting from the first thing I felt.

"Are you angry," she said.

"No," I said, and that was true.

"You're quiet," she said.

"I'm thinking," I said.

She waited and I looked at her and said, "I'm not going to tell you who to spend time with, that was never what this was and you know that, but I need you to tell me when things are happening, not after, not when I smell someone on you."

"I know," she said. "I should have said before I went."

"Yes," I said.

"I wasn't hiding it," she said. "I just hadn't worked out what it was yet."

"What is it," I said.

She was quiet for a moment and then said, "someone uncomplicated, which I haven't had access to in a very long time."

I looked at her and understood that and also hated it and held both at the same time.

"I need you to know something," I said.

"Okay," she said.

"Whatever you do with that, whoever you spend time with, I'm not going anywhere," I said. "But I need you to stay present with me too. Not disappear into something easier because this is hard."

"I'm not disappearing," she said.

"I know," I said. "I'm just saying it."

She looked at me and then she got up and crossed the room and I stood and she grabbed my shirt and kissed me and I kissed her back immediately, my hands finding her waist and pulling her in hard, and the kiss went from talking to not talking very fast.

I walked her backward until her knees hit the bed and she pulled me down with her and I settled over her and looked at her face for a second before I kissed her again, slower this time, and she exhaled and her hands went to my shirt buttons.

I pulled her shirt over her head and unclasped her bra and dropped it and looked at her and she looked back at me and didn't cover herself and I took a moment because she was mine and that was not something I took for granted.

I bent my head and took her nipple into my mouth and sucked slow and deliberate and she arched up and grabbed my hair and held on and I moved to the other one and did it again, my tongue rolling, teeth grazing just enough, and her breathing went ragged and her hips started moving against me and I hadn't even gotten started.

"Dominic," she breathed.

I kissed down her stomach and pulled her jeans and underwear off and spread her thighs,looked at her and she was already wet.
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I put my mouth on her clit and she gasped loud and her hands flew to my hair, both of them, gripping hard, and I worked her slowly, my tongue moving over her clit in long strokes and then circling and then light and teasing and then back to deliberate pressure and she was rocking against my face within minutes, her thighs trying to close and my hands holding them open.

"Please," she said, "please don't stop..."

I slid two fingers inside her and kept my mouth on her clit and curled my fingers and she cried out and her back came completely off the bed and I held her down with my forearm and kept going, fingers fucking her deep and slow while my tongue worked her, and the sounds she was making were filling the whole room and I didn't care who heard.

I brought her to the edge and felt her getting close, her walls tightening around my fingers, and I slowed right down and she made a frustrated sound and pulled my hair and said,

"you are not doing that again.."

I did it again.

"Dominic I swear to god..."

I did it a third time and by the fourth time she was shaking and almost crying and I finally let her come and it ripped through her hard and she said my name over and over while she shook apart and I held her through every wave of it.

I crawled up her body, cock heavy and aching between us, and kissed her deep. She moaned into my mouth as she tasted her own cum on my tongue, the filthy realization making her kiss me back even harder. Her hands flew to my belt, yanking it open with shaking fingers. I helped her shove my pants down just enough, and the second my thick cock sprang free, she wrapped her fingers around it and stroked me roughly.

I couldn’t wait another second.

I pushed her thighs wider, notched the swollen head of my cock against her dripping pussy, and slowly drove inside her. Inch by thick inch, I stretched her open until I was buried to the hilt, balls-deep in her tight, pulsing heat. We both froze.

Her walls fluttered and clenched around me like a velvet fist. She was so fucking wet, so hot, I could feel her heartbeat through my cock. Our eyes locked.

Then I started to move.

Long, slow, deep strokes that dragged every inch of my cock along her walls. She rolled her hips to meet me, taking me even deeper, her legs wrapping tight around my waist and her heels digging into my ass, urging me in. My hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise as I found that perfect angle that made her gasp and cry out with every thrust.

“Harder,” she begged, voice wrecked. “Fuck me harder.”

I growled and gave her exactly what she wanted. I slammed into her, pounding deep and ruthless. The bed slammed against the wall with every brutal thrust, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Her nails raked down my back, sharp and possessive, and the sting only made me fuck her harder.

“Fuck...yes...right there,” she moaned.

Her second orgasm hit her and her pussy clamped down on my cock like a vice, rippling and gushing around me as she arched off the bed and screamed my name. The feeling was too much. I buried myself as deep as I could go and came with a guttural groan, pulsing hard inside her, filling her with thick ropes of cum while her walls milked every last drop from me.

We stayed locked together, trembling and panting, my cock still buried deep in her spasming pussy. She pressed her face into my neck, lips brushing my skin as she whispered,

“You’re still the one… you know that.”

“I know,” I murmured, voice rough, holding her tighter.

“I just needed you to hear it.”

“I heard it, baby.” I kissed her temple and pulled her even closer, our bodies still joined.

We were still tangled like that with my cock softening inside her, her legs wrapped around mewhen the door cracked open.

Adrian’s voice was heard.
“Zara just sent me everything she has on Kade.” He paused, clearly taking in the scene, then added, “And Ava… Luca is in it. His photo, his name, his connection to the network.”