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The flickering joy she’d felt in her heart burst into a full flame and she pulled him back in for another kiss.

“I love you, Dominic,” she breathed, pulling him closer. “I love you so much.”

* * *

With their lips still fused together, Dominic cupped his hands around Amelia’s backside and lifted her onto the table. He was sure there was much more to discuss but for now their argument was over, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to celebrate it.

Their affectionate kiss grew needy and desperate as their hands began to work at one another’s clothes, and as their tongues danced and their teeth gnashed, they undressed each other. He broke away from the kiss and tossed his head back with a gruff moan as Amelia tore his shirt from his chest. She dragged her nails down his abdomen, sending a surging pleasure throughout his body as she bit down on his neck.

He lingered in the cocktail of pleasured pain for a moment before he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back. He took another possessive kiss, then bit and kissed down her neck until he reached her exposed breasts.

He’d missed her body so much that even through his depressed state, he had still felt that yearning desire to touch her again. He reveled in the sounds of Amelia’s moans as he lavished attention on first one breast, then the other, before he left a hot trail of kisses down her abdomen. Amelia arched her back and threw her legs atop his shoulders as he got to his knees at the edge of the table. Her sweet mons were already slick and pulsing with heat as he first licked her, and when he felt her gush against his tongue, he groaned with pleasure and began to devour her.

From the table Amelia writhed with pleasure as her fingers tangled in his hair. He reached up, grasping her ample breasts as he let her pull his head closer to her sex, then ran his hand over her abdomen, upper thighs, and finally let his fingers dig into her hips so he could hold her still.

His manhood jumped and pulsed against his navel, leaving drops of moisture on his flesh when her moans of pleasure grew more high-pitched as she reached her end. He flicked his eyes up to her as he felt her back begin to arch, and watched just in time as her release came crashing over her. He reveled in the sight of her pleasure; was grateful for it. But now he needed his own.

He rose from his knees on trembling knees and without further preamble, lifted her hips and thrust himself deep.

* * *

Amelia screamed Dominic’s name as she felt his cock surge into her hot, tight core. She had known she had missed his body but it wasn’t until this very moment that realized just how much. Something clicked into place inside of her. Some piece that had been broken when she’d left him in London, and now she was whole again.

Dominic leaned forward as he drove his hips in and out. It felt as if his hands and mouth were everywhere- and she still could not get enough.

“Harder,” she demanded through gritted teeth, digging her nails into his forearms. They could be slow and gentle later, but for now, she wanted to feel nothing but the sheer force of his powerful existence.

Dominic gave her a wickedly handsome grin as he gripped her hips. He slowed down then, taking a torturous amount of time to slowly drag himself from her sheath until his thick tip rested at her entrance. She squirmed, impatient as she looked pleadingly into his liquid silver eyes, then screamed as he suddenly slammed himself fully back into her.

Hot liquid gushed from her core as the table beneath her began to sway and creak; threatening to break apart from the force. She didn’t care. Let it break. Let it all come crashing down so that they could finally start to rebuild something better and stronger.

“I’m going to bruise you if I don’t slow down,” Dominic panted, starting to slow his hips.

“Bruise me then,” Amelia breathed, then leaned up to lace her arms around his neck. “Bruise me. Mark me. Make me yours.”

A savage groan tore from Dominic’s parted lips as his grip on her tightened once more and he resumed his powerful thrusts. Amelia’s lashes fluttered as her eyes rolled back shortly after, and she let out a moan of pure pleasure as her second orgasm came crashing around her.

Dominic leaned down, picked up her limp, ecstasy-riddled body, and pulled her entirely into his arms. His fingertips dug into her waist and shoulder where he held her as his thrust became harder and faster, and with one more bestial growl, his orgasm followed.

They held onto another tightly for the next several moments, their bodies twitching in post coital bliss as they pressed their foreheads together. Eventually their desperate panting became even breaths, and Dominic carefully lowered Amelia to her feet.

She let out a shaky laugh as she stumbled, and Dominic smiled as he caught her- as he’d always caught her when she had been about to fall. Together they walked back to his bed, and they collapsed in one another’s arms on top of it.

“So does this mean we are done arguing now?” Amelia asked, burrowing her head into his chest.

Another chuckle broke from Dominic’s chest, the sweet sound rumbling into her ear. He stroked a hand over her ravaged hair and kissed the top of her head.

“I highly doubt it,” he replied. “We’ll no doubt have something else to argue about by tomorrow.”

“That’s fine,” she sighed, tracing the tip of her nose up his neck. “As long as you’re here to argue with, we can fight about whatever you want.”

His chest rumbled with laughter yet again, and he laced his fingers around her throat. He tilted her mouth up to his and gave her a deep kiss.

“I’ll be here,” he promised.

“AMELIA!!!”

“WHERE ARE YOU?”