Chapter 47: I Like You Marceline

Marceline’s POV

“Hmmm…” I woke up with a soft moan, my eyes fluttering open. Dominic’s left hand was on my breast, gently kneading and cupping it. I was lying against his right arm, realizing I must have fallen asleep after our intimate moment.

“You’re awake,” he murmured, pressing a kiss on my bare shoulder.

I nodded, taking a deep breath to steady myself. His touch and kisses sent shivers down my body.

“You really have a nice body,” he whispered in a deep voice against my ear, and I trembled at the sound. He had said those words so many times, yet every time he did, I couldn’t help but feel happy.

“Dominic…” I gasped softly when I felt something hard poking me from behind. I shut my eyes tightly, biting my lip. I knew exactly what it was. I tried to move away, but his arm held me firmly, yet gently.

His kisses grew deeper, warmer—his breath heavier. Then his mouth found my breast, sucking gently while one of his hands slipped between my legs, massaging me there.

He was driving me insane. I didn’t know if I should stop him or give in completely.

“Sweetheart, I want you again,” he whispered, and before I could say a word, I felt him push into me with force.

A whimper escaped my lips as I clung to his arms. He moved in and out of me, hitting the same spot that made my whole body tremble. I bit my lip tightly to stop myself from moaning too loudly.

“Don’t,” he said in a low, commanding tone. “I want to hear you.”

My trembling eyes met his intense gaze as he moved faster, harder.

“Moan for me, Marceline,” he ordered, his deep voice full of dominance.

“Ahh…” I moaned loudly, unable to hold it back. He kissed me deeply, passionately, his lips claiming mine while he continued to move inside me, slower now but deeper, more intense.

“Dom…” I cried softly as my body exploded with pleasure. He gave one last hard thrust before groaning and collapsing on top of me, breathing heavily.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, still panting.

I was breathing heavily too, but then my eyes caught the clock on the wall—and I froze.

“Dominic, get up!” I said quickly, pushing at his chest.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, sitting up in worry.

“It’s late!” I said, getting out of bed and picking up my clothes from the floor.

Normally, I wouldn’t wear the same panties again without washing, but I didn’t have another choice.

“Wait, don’t wear that,” Dominic said, stopping me. He got up, walked to the table, and picked up a bag.

“Freshen up and wear this,” he said, handing me the bag.

I opened it and blinked —it was a new bra and panty set. My lips curved into a smile. His thoughtfulness caught me off guard.

“When did you order it?” I asked, trying to hide my smile.

“When you were sleeping,” he replied softly, his eyes filled with warmth. I looked away, feeling shy under his gaze.

I was about to put them on when he held my hand. “Wash up first,” he said.

“There’s no time,” I shook my head. “It’s already nine. If I leave now, I’ll get home around midnight.”

“Roman isn’t home, is he?” he asked. Before I could reply, he pulled me gently toward the bathroom.

I sighed, realizing he was right...Roman was staying at my parents’ place tonight.

We took our bath together, quick but warm, and within minutes, we were dressed and ready to leave the yacht.

Dominic held my hand as we stepped out. The night had grown dark, the wind cool against my skin.

“You’ll ride with me again,” he said, opening the car door for me.

I didn’t argue. I just got in quietly, knowing he would drop me on the road.

Throughout the drive, I kept my eyes on my phone, replying to messages and checking my emails.

“I had a beautiful day with you,” Dominic said, smiling as he stopped the car and turned off the engine.

“Me too,” I replied softly, unbuckling my seatbelt. His smile grew wider, happiness flashing in his eyes.

“I like you, Marceline,” he said quietly. “A lot.”

My heart skipped a beat. I didn’t know what to say.

“I understand,” he said with a faint smile, leaning in to kiss me. I closed my eyes and kissed him back. It was soft, slow, and full of emotions neither of us could put into words.

After a while, we pulled away, breathless.

“Goodnight,” I whispered with a small smile.

“See you some other time,” he replied.

I got out of his car and walked toward mine. A few minutes later, I was home.

Parking at the lot, I stepped out and walked toward the entrance only to see Philip standing there, waiting.

He looked like he had been standing there for a while.