Chapter 3 SHE TASTES LIKE HONEY
Dominic's POV
The moment those two words left her mouth, my control shattered.
I'd been holding back since I first saw her, but now she was mine. Paid for and also willing.
And I was going to ruin her for anyone else.
I crashed my mouth against hers, swallowing every gasps she made. She tasted like sweet wine, like everything I'd been craving without knowing it.
Her lips were soft, and she didn't know how to kiss properly yet.
This was perfect as I'd teach her. I'd teach her everything.
I deepened the kiss, coaxing her mouth open. My tongue swept inside as I rolled all over her cavities. She made a small sound in her throat, her hands clutching at my shoulders like she might fall without the anchor.
I pressed her harder against the wall, my body covering hers. She was so small compared to me and so delicate. I had to be careful not to break her.
But God, I wanted to.
Her scent was driving me insane as my cock was already hard, straining against my pants and demanding release.
I broke the kiss, and she made a small sound of protest that made me smile.
"You're sure about this?" I had to ask one more time and give her one more out.
"Yes." Her voice was breathless but certain. Her pupils were dilated, and lips swollen from my kiss.
"I'm sure."
That was all the permission I needed.
My hands went to her dress, finding the zipper at the back. I pulled it down slowly, and I could see how hard the small bra was struggling to hold her boobs together. She shivered as cool air hit her skin.
And when the dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in simple black underwear. I was stunned.
Somehow that made it hotter. She moved to cover herself as she was shy and self-conscious, but I caught her wrists, pinned them gently above her head with one hand.
"Don't hide from me. You're beautiful."
The flush that spread across her cheeks, down her neck, across the tops of her breasts, was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen.
I released her wrists to explore, my hands tracing the curve of her waist and the flare of her hips.
She trembled under my touch, and her breathing became rapid.
"Have you ever been touched like this?" I murmured against her neck.
"No," she whispered.
"Good."
I kissed down her throat and hr heart was racing, pounding just for me. My lips moved lower, across her collarbone, to the swell of her boobs above her bra.
She gasped when my hands snapped the bra from the back and her boobs bounced out freely.
This was enough victory, I released them after so much hours of being caged.
Perfect! She was absolutely perfect.
Every touch made her react and every kiss drew soft sounds from her lips. She was so responsive and so eager despite her inexperience.
My control was hanging by a thread as I backed her toward the couch, laying her down on the soft leather. She looked up at me with those wide hazel eyes, nervous and wanting all at once.
Dominic..."
"I've got you," I promised.
"I'll take care of you."
I stripped off my shirt and watched her eyes widen as she took in my body. Then my pants. Her gaze dropped to where my cock strained against my boxers, and her breath hitched.
"It's okay to be nervous," I said, settling over her.
"But I promise, I'm going to make you feel so good."
I kissed her again, slower this time.My hand traced down her body, over her stomach, to the edge of her panties.
She tensed.
"Relax," I murmured against her lips.
"Trust me."
My fingers slipped beneath the fabric, finding her already wet. She was ready for me.
She moaned into my mouth, her hips arching involuntarily.
I explored her slowly, learning what made her gasp and what made her whimper. She was tight, so tight when I slipped a finger inside.
"Oh God," she breathed, her head falling back.
"That's it," I said out of satisfaction
"Let me hear you."
I went in carefully, adding another finger and stretching her. She was trembling, her body responding beautifully to my touch.
When I felt her getting close, I withdrew and she made a sound of protest.
"Not yet," I said.
"When you come, it's going to be with me inside you.
But that was not the main event yet, I placed her on the edge of the bed and squatted in front of her. I snapped the pants off and carefully studied her pink pussy.
I licked my lips in anticipation as I moved my head closer. I first blew in air and she gasped, then my lips had it in.
She held my head tight, snapping her head backwards as she pulled my lips closer. I rolled my tongue all over her and just when she was going to faint from pleasure. I stopped again.
I could no longer wait as I wanted her already.
I gently laid her on the bed as I positioned myself between her thighs. My cock pressed against her entrance, and I had to grit my teeth against the urge to slam inside.
I had to go slow.
"This might hurt at first," I warned.
She nodded, biting her lip.
I pushed in slowly, inch by inch. She was so tight it was almost painful, her body resisting the intrusion. She whimpered, her hands gripping my shoulders.
"Breathe," I told her.
"Just breathe through it."
Finally, I was fully seated inside her. We both froze, adjusting to the sensation.
She felt incredible and perfect, Like she was made for me.
"Okay?" I asked through gritted teeth.
She nodded, her eyes squeezed shut.
"Look at me, Ava."
Her eyes opened, locking with mine.
"You're mine now," I said.
"Do you understand?"
She nodded again.
I started to move, slow at first. Long, deep strokes that had her gasping. The pain on her face gradually melted into pleasure.
"Dominic," she moaned.
Hearing my name from her lips nearly undid me.
I increased my pace, unable to hold back any longer. She met my thrusts, her body learning the rhythm. Her nails dug into my back, and the small bite of pain only heightened the pleasure.
The room filled with the sounds of our bodies, her moans and my harsh breathing.
I felt her tightening around me, getting close.
"That's it," I growled.
"Come for me, Ava. Let me feel you."
She shattered, crying out my name as her body clenched around me. The sensation pushed me over the edge and I came hard, spilling inside her with a groan.
For a moment, we just stayed like that. Breathing hard.
I felt it then, the bond settling into place. The mark forming on her skin, it was invisible to her eyes but permanent to mine. She was marked now. She was mine!
Eventually, I pulled out, and she winced slightly.
"You okay?" I asked, suddenly concerned I'd been too rough.
She nodded, looking dazed.
"That was... I didn't know it could be like that."
Pride and satisfaction filled me and of course it had never been like that for her. Because she was meant for me.
I helped her sit up, found tissues to clean us both. She was quiet, processing everything.
I pulled her against my chest, surprising myself with the tender gesture.
"One night isn't going to be enough, Ava," I said quietly.
She tensed. "What?
"I want more. I want this again, and again."
She pulled back to look at me, confusion and desire warring in her eyes.
"But we agreed..."
"I know what we agreed. But I'm telling you now, one night won't be enough." I cupped her face.
"Think about it and I'll be in touch."
She didn't respond, just stared at me with those wide eyes. But I could see it. The same addiction I felt reflected back at me. She'd say yes. Maybe not tonight, but soon.
Because this, whatever this was between us, was just beginning.
And I always got what I wanted.
"Adrian will take you home," I said, helping her dress.
"Get some rest and take care of your mother."
She nodded silently, still processing everything.
As I watched her leave, I knew with absolute certainty: I was never letting her go.