Page 45 of Laced With Secrets
“That’s my good omega.”
He undressed me slowly, the cool air hitting my heated skin. Then his own clothes hit the floor, and the press of his bare skin against mine made me gasp.
His growl was pure possession as his slicked fingers circled my entrance. “I’m going to take my time preparing you. Want this to be perfect.”
The position—bent forward, hands against the glass, Dominic at my back—was vulnerable and exposed and perfect. I could see our reflection as he worked me open with patient intensity.
“When this is all over,” he murmured against my neck, his fingers finding that spot inside me. “I want to take you to the mountains. Make love to you in front of a massive stone fireplace.”
“Yes,” I gasped, the image making everything more intense.
“Just us in a cabin. Thick rugs, a roaring fire.” His voice was rough with desire. “I’ll take my time with you.”
His fingers pressed exactly where my body craved him, sending sparks shooting behind my eyelids. My cock twitched against my stomach, dripping need onto my skin while he deliberately avoided touching me there.
“And the shop,” he continued, the sharp tips of his incisors scraping against my shoulder. “Your apartment above it. Once everything is safe, we can split our time. You don’t have to give up your grandfather’s legacy.”
“You’d do that?” I managed. “Split our time?”
“I’d do anything for you,” he said simply. “Live anywhere you want. As long as you’re safe. As long as you’remine.”
The fact that he was thinking about what I needed even now—even while driving me toward pleasure so intense I could barely think—made my chest tight.
I loved him.
The realization hit me with startling clarity. Not just wanted him, not just needed him.Lovedhim.
“I’m always yours,” I breathed. “Please, I need?—”
He removed his fingers, and I felt the thick pressure of his cock replacing them. He pushed in slowly, carefully. The stretch was intense, overwhelming—exactly what I needed.
“Move,” I demanded once he was fully seated. “Please, Dom?—”
He did, setting a rhythm that was both tender and fervent. His hands were everywhere, his palms tracing fire across my over-sensitized flesh. Each thrust pressed me forward against the glass, my fingertips sliding against the slick surface as I scrabbled for something to hold.
The apartment filled with the slap of skin against skin, our gasps bouncing off bare walls as Dominic drove deeper inside me.
“This apartment is ours,” he growled, his voice husky against my ear as his hips snapped forward.
“Ours,” I echoed breathlessly, pushing back against him, matching his rhythm perfectly.
My cries reverberated through the empty space, multiplying around us. Beyond the windows, the city twinkled and blurred as my eyes lost focus, pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak.
“Close,” I gasped. “I’m so close?—”
“Come for me,” he commanded, one hand wrapping around my cock. “Come for me, baby.”
The combination sent me over the edge with a hoarse cry that echoed off the empty walls. My release spattered against the glass.
Dominic’s rhythm faltered, then surged. He drove in one final time, his body shuddering against mine. His teeth found my mating mark, his tongue tracing the raised ridge of scar tissue as he pulsed deep inside me.
We stayed like that for long moments after, breathing hard.
He pulled out carefully, then gathered his release and pressed it back inside me with a possessive growl. “Mine.”
His hands gripped my hips, turning me to face him. His lips captured mine in a kiss that melted from desperate to languorous, his tongue exploring my mouth with unhurried thoroughness. When we finally separated, his gaze swept across the bare walls and empty floors, satisfaction gleaming in his steel-gray eyes.
“Our home,” he murmured, the words hanging in the air between us.