Page 30 of Paws and Claws (Saltwater Grove Romances #4)

Dominic’s heart swelled as Tabitha’s eyes lit up, her lips curling into that mischievous smile he’d fallen for. She said yes. His Tabitha. His soon-to-be wife. The woman who’d turned his orderly, rule-bound world upside down and made him realize there was more to his life than duty. He wasn’t about to let this moment pass without marking it in a way she’d never forget.

“But don’t think I’m done making this night unforgettable,” he said, his voice low and rough with emotion.

Tabitha arched a brow, her grin widening. “Oh, Sheriff Blackmane, are you finally going to break a rule or two for me?”

“For you? Always,” he growled, scooping her up in his arms with ease. She let out a surprised laugh, her arms looping around his neck as he carried her toward their bedroom. Her laughter was music to his ears, and he couldn’t help but think how lucky he was to have her. She was his chaos, his fire, his everything.

“Careful,” she teased, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “You might just spoil me.”

“That’s the plan,” he said, his voice dropping to a low rumble. He laid her gently on the bed, his hands lingering on her hips. Her eyes sparkled with amusement and something darker, something that made his pulse quicken.

Her breath hitched as he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was deep and slow. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, coaxing them open, and she sighed into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair. He could feel the heat of her skin beneath his fingers, and it ignited something primal in him. She was his, and he was going to cherish every inch of her.

Dominic pulled back just enough to start undressing her, his hands moving with deliberate slowness. He wanted to savor this moment, every second of it. Her shirt came off first, revealing the soft curve of her shoulders and the delicate swell of her breasts. She arched into his touch as his hands slid down her sides, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin just above her waistband.

“Dominic,” she whispered, her voice filled with desire.

“I love you so much,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her jaw as he worked the button of her jeans. He tugged them down her legs, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. His breath caught as he took her in, her body a perfect blend of strength and softness.

He kissed his way down her neck, his lips trailing over her collarbone and down to the swell of her breasts. She gasped as his tongue circled her nipple, her back arching off the bed. His hands roamed over her thighs, parting them gently as he settled between them.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice rough with need. “Every part of you.”

His lips found the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, and he felt her shiver beneath him. He pressed a kiss to her core through the fabric of her underwear, and she moaned, her hips lifting off the bed.

“Dominic, please,” she breathed, her voice trembling.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her underwear, pulling them down as she lifted her hips to help him. And then she was bare before him. He didn’t waste another second.

Dominic’s tongue flicked against her most sensitive spot, and she let out a broken moan, her hands twisting in the sheets. He teased her relentlessly, his tongue swirling and dipping, driving her wild. Her thighs trembled around his head, and he held her firmly, refusing to let her pull away. He wanted her to feel every stroke, every flick, every caress.

“Dominic,” she gasped, her voice strangled with pleasure. “I’m so close.”

He didn’t let up, his tongue working her mercilessly, his fingers sliding inside her. She soon came undone with a cry, her body convulsing as he drank her in, her pleasure as much his as it was hers. When she finally collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving, he pulled back, his own breathing ragged.

“That,” he said, his voice raw with satisfaction, “was just the start.”

Tabitha’s laugh was breathless, her eyes hazy with pleasure.

Dominic stood by the bed, his chest rising and falling with the weight of his desire. His fingers fumbled with the buckle of his belt, and then his pants hit the floor with a soft thud. His hard length stood proudly, a testament to the hunger that burned through him. He took a moment to drink her in—Tabitha, sprawled on the bed, her skin flushed, her eyes dark with need. She was his, and the thought sent a rush of possessive satisfaction through him.

"Dominic," she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers through his body. "Stop staring and get over here."

He smirked, climbing onto the bed with the grace of a predator. "Bossy, aren’t you?"

"Someone’s got to keep you in line," she shot back, her lips curving into that mischievous grin he adored.

He settled between her thighs, his hard member brushing against her slick entrance. "You’re the one who’s always breaking the rules, not me."

"And yet here you are, about to break a few of your own," she teased, her hips lifting in a silent plea.

Dominic groaned, pressing into her slowly, savoring the way her inner walls clenched around him. It was exquisite torture, the heat and tightness of her drawing him in deeper. "God, Tabitha," he breathed, his voice rough. "You feel incredible."

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she arched against him, a low moan escaping her lips. "Less talking, more moving, Sheriff."

He chuckled, the sound more of a growl, and began to thrust slowly, each movement deliberate and unhurried. He wanted to draw this out, to make her feel every inch of him, to drive her to the edge and keep her there. Her wild magic crackled around them, sending sparks of pleasure dancing across his skin. It was intoxicating, the way her magic amplified the sensations, making everything more intense.

She gasped, her breath hitching as he angled his hips just right.

Dominic nipped at her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, and then his lips captured hers in a searing kiss. Her moan vibrated against his mouth, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers as he continued to move within her.

When he finally pulled back, her eyes were half-lidded, her lips swollen from his kisses.

He shifted, pulling out of her briefly. "Up on your knees. Let's have some fun."

She laughed breathlessly but complied, getting onto her hands and knees on the bed. Dominic positioned himself behind her, his hard member sliding back into her depths with a groan. This angle allowed him to go deeper, and he reveled in the way she shuddered around him.

"Damn it, Dominic," she gasped, her fingers twisting in the sheets. "You’re going to?—"

"I’m going to what?" he asked, his thrusts still slow and steady, each one designed to drive her wild.

"You know what," she choked out, her back arching as he hit that spot inside her that made her see stars.

His hands gripped her hips tighter, his rhythm increasing in pace. He couldn’t hold back anymore, not with the way her moans were growing louder, her breathing more ragged. The sound of her pleasure was music to his ears, and he was determined to make her scream.

Her wild magic surged, the sparks around them intensifying as she tumbled over the edge. Her orgasm wracked her body, her inner walls clamping down on him in a vice-like grip. It was too much, and Dominic followed her over, his own release crashing through him in a violent wave. He spilled himself deep inside her, his hips stuttering as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

When it was over, he collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms. Her head rested on his chest, her breathing still uneven. "You’re insatiable," she murmured, her fingers tracing his skin.

"And you love me anyway," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"Damn straight," she replied, her voice drowsy but content.

Dominic traced lazy patterns on Tabitha's bare shoulder, his fingers following the curve where her neck met her collarbone. Her wild magic still sparked occasionally, little purple wisps dancing across their skin like static electricity. He couldn't stop the satisfied rumble that built in his chest - his inner lion completely content with his mate in his arms.

"What's got you purring?" Tabitha asked, propping her chin on his chest to look up at him with those mischievous blue eyes.

"Just thinking about how perfectly that proposal went." He smirked, remembering her shocked expression when he'd pulled out his guitar earlier that evening.

"I still can't believe you wrote me a song." She laughed, the sound making his heart skip. "Though those lyrics about me being your 'favorite speed demon' were a bit on the nose."

"Had to keep it authentic." His hand slid up to cup the back of her neck, thumb brushing against her pulse point. "Besides, you loved it."

"Maybe." She pressed a kiss to his chest. "Almost as much as I love how red your face got when you were singing."

"Worth every second of embarrassment to see your face when you realized what was happening." His voice dropped lower, more possessive. "To know you're going to be my wife."

Tabitha's wild magic flared again, this time wrapping around them both in a warm embrace. "Your wife. The town troublemaker and the sheriff. Who would've thought?"

"I did." Dominic pulled her closer, breathing in her scent. "The moment you made me realize there was more to life than always doing what’s expected of me. You make everything brighter and more alive."

Looking at her, his fierce and untameable witch, Dominic felt his chest tighten with emotion. She'd brought color to his black-and-white world, taught him that sometimes breaking the rules could lead to the greatest rewards. "I love you, Tabitha Moon. Wild magic and all."