Chapter 81 Eighty One
Izzy lay still beneath him, chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. The room felt warmer, heavier, like the air itself had been changed by what had just passed between them.
Dominic stayed close, his weight a grounding presence as his hand brushed gently through her hair. The edge in his expression softened, the fierce hunger replaced by something quieter, deeper. Possessive…. but protective.
He leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to her forehead.
“Breathe,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”
Her fingers curled weakly into the sheet, as if letting go might send her drifting. She nodded, eyes still closed, letting herself feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the calm after the storm.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke.
Then he shifted, pulling her carefully against his chest, wrapping her in his arms like he meant to keep her there. Izzy rested her head against him, listening to the ocean outside, the distant hush of waves matching the slow return of her pulse.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
She smiled, tired but content, tracing lazy patterns against his skin. “More than okay.”
That earned a low chuckle from him. He pressed another kiss into her hair, lingering. “Good.”
She looked up at him then, meeting his eyes. …. It felt warm.
Izzy shifted against him, still warm, still restless. She tilted her face up, eyes shining with that familiar spark.
“Is it crazy if I say... I still want more,” she whispered, half-shy, half-bold.
Dominic laughed softly, the sound low and relaxed, nothing sharp or demanding about it. He brushed his thumb along her cheek, clearly amused… and pleased.
“Nah it's not crazy honey… We have all night,” he said easily, pulling her closer. “No rush..”
She smiled at that, settling against his chest again, comforted by the promise in his voice. Outside, the waves kept rolling in, steady and patient, as if time itself had slowed just for them.
Dominic pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, holding her as he meant to. Whatever more meant to her, whatever she was reaching for, he wasn’t going anywhere.
Izzy snuggled closer, her fingers brushing lightly over his chest as they settled into the soft rhythm of being together. The room smelled faintly of their sweat and sex, warm and intimate.
Dominic traced lazy circles on her back, his thumb brushing along her spine. “You know,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, “I love how you moan. Every sound you make… it drives me crazy.”
Izzy’s cheeks flushed, and she bit her lip, a soft shiver running through her. “You really like that, huh? Figured when you kept saying you wanted me to scream” she asked, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.
He chuckled, deep and warm. “I can’t help it. The way your body reacts, the way you give yourself… It’s intoxicating. Makes me want you even more. I get hard whenever I'm near you”
She glanced up at him, her eyes half-lidded, still breathless from their last round. “All the time… even after sex
“Yes… Especially after sex,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Every time, every single time, it’s like the first time we fucked. I can’t get enough of you.”
They fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that didn’t need words. Her head rested on his chest, and she felt the steady beat of his heart, strong and steady beneath her ear.
After a while, Izzy tilted her head up slightly, teasing. “You’re full of compliments today. What else do you love about me?”
Dominic grinned, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Too much to list in one sitting. But… the way you surrender to me. The way your body craves me. The little things you do when you’re trying not to give in… that’s all addictive.”
Izzy shivered, letting her hands wander slightly over his chest, feeling his muscles tighten under her touch. “You’re not making it easy for me to be innocent,” she murmured with a half-laugh.
“Good,” he whispered, pressing his lips to hers again, slow and teasing. “I like you exactly like this. Wanting, aching, thinking about what comes next… ”
Her laugh was soft, breathy, mingling with the low hum of his voice and the sound of the waves outside. They stayed like that for a while, talking, touching, letting the night stretch on… comfortably, intimately, with that electric tension always just beneath the surface.
Every so often, Dominic would press a kiss to her neck or nip gently at her shoulder, whispering a soft compliment, reminding her in small, heated moments just how much he loved her moans, her body, and her surrender.
And Izzy, feeling his hands and his words, knew that no matter how much she wanted more, she could lose herself in him forever… and he wouldn’t let her go.
Dominic leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. His hands framed her face, thumbs brushing her cheeks softly as his mouth pressed against hers.
It wasn’t urgent… yet.. but the heat behind it was undeniable. Every movement of his lips, every gentle press, made her pulse race and her breath hitch.
Izzy responded instinctively, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She felt his chest warm against hers, the steady thrum of his heartbeat grounding her.
His tongue brushed against her lips lightly, coaxing hers open, teasing, exploring with a deliberate tenderness that contrasted the roughness he usually showed when they were in bed.
He broke the kiss briefly, resting his forehead against hers. “God, you taste… incredible,” he murmured, his voice low, husky with desire. “Every time, it’s like I can’t get enough.”
Izzy giggled softly, breathless, her fingers threading into his hair. “You’re such a tease,” she whispered, lips brushing against his again.
Dominic chuckled into the kiss, his hands sliding down to her waist, pulling her body flush against his. “And you… you’re so delicious, your lips, your pussy, your shiver… it drives me insane,” he murmured, nipping gently at her bottom lip before giving it a slow, lingering suck.
Izzy shivered, tilting her head to let him deepen the kiss, feeling the warmth spread through her. “I can’t… I can’t stop thinking about you,” she breathed against his lips.
He pulled back just slightly, eyes dark and intense, scanning her face. “Good,” he said, his grin teasing. “Because I don’t plan on letting you go.… ever.”
Her cheeks flushed at his words, and she reached for him again, eager, wanting more. Dominic responded instantly, capturing her lips once more, the kiss growing deeper, hungrier, full of that mix of tenderness and raw desire that only he could pull off.