Chapter 68 EXPLORING STYLES
Ava’s POV
Dominic walked me backward until my knees hit the bed and pushed me down, following on top of me. His mouth was everywhere. My neck, collarbone, the swell of my breasts as he shoved my shirt up and yanked my bra down. He sucked one nipple into his mouth hard, teeth grazing, while his hand shoved between my legs, rubbing my clit through my jeans until I was grinding against his palm like I was already desperate.
"Off," he ordered, and we tore at each other's clothes. Jeans, shirts, underwear, everything hit the floor. When I was naked he spread my thighs wide and looked at me, eyes pure molten gold.
"So fucking wet already. This pussy is mine now."
He dropped down and licked a long, slow stripe up my slit, tongue flat and greedy, then sucked my clit into his mouth and two fingers pushed inside me without warning. I cried out, hips bucking. He didn't tease, he fucked me with his fingers hard and fast, curling them against that spot that made me see stars while his tongue worked my clit in tight, relentless circles. The wet, obscene sounds of him devouring me filled the room.
"Come on my tongue first," he demanded, voice rough. "Let me taste how much you want this bond."
I came hard, thighs shaking around his head, a sharp, gasping cry tearing out of me as my walls clamped down on his fingers. He didn't stop. He kept sucking and fingering me through it until I was whimpering and oversensitive.
Then he climbed up my body, mouth shiny with my juices, and kissed me deep and messy. I tasted myself on his tongue, slick and sweet, and he smeared it across my lips like he wanted me marked by it. "Good girl," he murmured. "Now open those legs wider."
He lined up and thrust into me in one smooth stroke, burying himself to the hilt. I gasped at the stretch, the fullness, the way he filled every inch. He fucked me deep and steady at first, hips rolling, eyes locked on mine. Every thrust dragged against that perfect spot inside me and I could feel the bond pulsing hotter with every slap of skin.
"Fuck, Ava, your cunt is gripping me so tight," he groaned, picking up speed. The bed creaked under us. He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder and drove deeper, pounding into me until the slap of his balls against my ass was loud and rhythmic. Sweat slicked our skin. He leaned down and kissed me again, filthy, open-mouthed, tongues sliding sloppy and wet, spit connecting our lips when he pulled back.
I came again, harder this time, clenching around his cock as pleasure ripped through me. He fucked me through it, growling,
"That's it. milk my dick, baby. Come all over me."
He didn't pull out. Instead he flipped us so I was on top, straddling him.
"Ride me. Take what you need."
I sank down onto him again and started moving, rolling my hips, grinding my clit against his pelvis with every downstroke. His hands gripped my ass, guiding me faster. He sat up, sucking on my tits while I rode him, one hand slipping between us to rub my clit. I was so wet it was dripping down his shaft, coating his balls, making everything slick and messy.
"Look at you," he rasped, voice wrecked.
"Fucking yourself on my cock like you were made for it. Gonna fill this pussy up."
I came a third time, crying out his name, and he finally let go, thrusting up hard and spilling deep inside me with a guttural groan, hot pulses of cum flooding me until it leaked out around his cock.
We were both panting, bodies slick with sweat and sex. But he didn't soften completely. He stayed inside me, still half-hard, and kissed me slow and dirty again, smearing our mixed spit across my chin.
"Not done," he said against my mouth. "Bathroom. Now."
He lifted me off him, cum already dripping down my thighs and carried me the few steps to the tiny en-suite bathroom attached to the bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind us, set me on the edge of the sink, and dropped to his knees again.
"Spread," he commanded.
I did, legs wide on the cool porcelain. He licked his own cum out of me in long, filthy strokes of his tongue, sucking it from my pussy while his thumb circled my clit. I whimpered, oversensitive and still throbbing. When I was clean and shaking he stood, spun me around, and bent me over the sink so I could see both of us in the mirror.
He slid back inside me from behind in one thrust. "Watch," he ordered. "Watch me fuck you."
I did. I watched his gold eyes, the way his muscles flexed, the way my tits bounced with every hard thrust. He reached around and rubbed my clit again, fast and rough. The new angle hit even deeper. I came again sharp and sudden and my pussy gushing around him, squirting a little onto the floor.
"Fuck yes," he growled. "Soak my cock."
He kept going, pounding me against the sink until my legs gave out. Then he sat on the closed toilet lid, pulled me onto his lap facing him, and guided me down again. I rode him reverse-cowgirl style this time, back to his chest, his hands mauling my breasts while I bounced on his dick. He bit my shoulder, right over the mark, and the bond flared white-hot.
We were both a mess of sweat, cum, my juices dripping everywhere, lips swollen and shiny from constant sloppy kissing. He reached down and rubbed my clit furiously while I rode him.
"One more, baby. Come on my cock again and then I'm filling you up for the last time."
I shattered screaming his name, with my walls pulsing so hard I felt him swell inside me. He came with me, roaring, pumping rope after rope of cum so deep I could feel it in my belly.
We stayed like that, locked together, breathing hard, bodies trembling. The mark on my shoulder burned white-hot for one final second, then settled into a cool, steady silver glow under my skin. The bond clicked fully into place like it's solid, permanent, like a golden thread anchored in my chest pointing straight to him.
"Is it done," I whispered, voice hoarse.
"It's done," he said, pressing a soft kiss to the back of my neck. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close while we both came down.
I looked at the ceiling through the open bathroom door and felt different and also exactly the same and said, "what now."
"Now," he said, sitting up straighter, his voice shifting back into that other mode, the certain decisive one, "I go find Calder."
He stood and started dressing and I sat on the edge of the bed and watched him and said, "come back."
He looked at me over his shoulder and said, "always," and the way he said it, simple and absolute, settled something in me that had been loose since New York.
He went to the door and opened it and Adrian was right there, jacket on, ready, because of course he was, and they looked at each other and Adrian said, "ready when you are," and Dominic nodded and they went.
I sat on the edge of the bed and pressed my hand to the silver mark and felt the bond like a compass needle in my chest pointing directly at Dominic moving through London and knew with complete certainty that I would feel the moment anything happened to him.
My mother came in without knocking and sat beside me and put her arm around me and I leaned into her and she said nothing because there was nothing to say and we sat together and waited.