Page 30 of Reanimated Ruin (Hearts In Horror #1)

CHAPTER THIRTY

Cat

THE LAST THING I remembered was putting Rhi to bed in the room I’d chosen for us after dinner. Then I’d sat down on the couch for only a minute. Apparently, I’d fallen asleep because it was now completely dark in the living room and I was tucked in snugly under a blanket. It took me a moment to realize what had woken me as I sleepily blinked my eyes, trying to adjust to the lack of light illuminating the space. I felt a weight on either side of my legs. I almost began to panic until my vision cleared and I could see Dom crawling up my body slowly.

“I’m sorry to wake you,” he purred into my neck, his whole body now hovering above mine. “I couldn’t sleep without knowing if you’re upset with me. I’ve just been laying there for hours worrying myself sick. Please tell me we’re alright, that everything’s not all fucked again. I can’t lose you, Cat.”

His face was still buried in my neck and now he was peppering it with light kisses. I reached a hand up, running it through his hair and eliciting a soft groan from him.

“I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little upset,” I spoke softly. “But I’m not going anywhere, so you can stop worrying about that.”

He lowered so half his body was covering mine and curled himself around me. His arms snaked around my waist and one of his legs fell in between mine. I felt some of the tension leave his body as he let out a sigh of relief. His breath was hot on my skin and it sent a shiver down my spine that made it hard to keep my thoughts on track.

“You’re not completely off the hook though,” I nudged his head with my shoulder to get him to look at me.

When he lifted it and our eyes met, his were full of apprehension. He was wincing like it was causing him pain to meet my gaze. Dom was always so fearless, but right now, I could tell he was scared. I know what we had was still so new, but he had to know it would take a whole lot more for me to throw him away entirely.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I moved my hand to cup his cheek and he screwed his eyes shut. “I thought we weren’t keeping secrets from each other anymore.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I just didn’t even know how to bring it up, it didn’t even feel necessary to talk about at this point. I honestly even forgot about my drunken plan to take Cindy and Rachel to the club after the show. I was just so broken and emotional that night. When you told me about your plan to save up money to get custody of Rhi, it all made sense. It answered any questions I may have had. I didn’t even tell Jules, so I thought the secret was safe with me. If I had any idea that we’d run into Cindy again and she’d open her mouth to spew all that venom at you, I would have told you. I’m so fucking sorry. I should have just told you, anyway.”

He lowered his face to my chest and hid it from me once again. I continued stroking his hair as I stared up at the ceiling and searched for a response. I could see where he was coming from, but at the end of the day, it still blew up in our faces at my expense. At the same time, what could me knowing about the situation really have prevented with controlling Cindy’s little outburst? The only factor that would have been removed from it was my shock.

“Why didn’t you come up to me at the club?” I asked the one question that was really eating at me.

He stiffened and then slowly rose to meet my gaze.

“Because,” he spoke in a low growl and his eyes darkened. “When I walked in, you were sitting on some scumbag’s lap with a big fake smile plastered on your face. At first I didn’t even believe it was actually you. I used to think I’d see you in crowded places all the time. I’d chase you down, but once I’d get close enough, it was never really you. Then my buddy said ‘Hey, isn’t that Cat?’ and I didn’t know whether I wanted to beat the shit out of the guy with his hand on your thigh or throw the fuck up.”

“It was my job,” I whispered. “If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t like those creeps hands on me anymore than you did. It didn’t end well for me, anyway. I ended up quitting about a month ago.”

“It doesn’t make me feel better at all,” he grumbled and tightened his hold on me. “I couldn’t do it, though. Not without making a scene, and I knew it. So I just turned around and walked out like a coward. Then I walked down the road to a bar, got absolutely obliterated and, well, you know the rest.”

“You really were bullshitting so hard when you said I wasn’t your type, huh?” I teased.

Even in the dark, I could see his cheeks flush as he groaned in embarrassment.

“Karma really has a way of coming back to make your eat your words, huh?” He said and his eyes flicked away from mine.

The dark softened his features, and he took on a boyish appearance. His expression was so raw and vulnerable at being exposed in such a way. I couldn’t help myself from asking my next question.

“Did it work?” I asked, so quietly I wasn’t sure he’d hear.

“Did what work?” He looked at me in confusion.

“Sleeping with her to make you feel better. Did it work?”

“Not at all,” he whispered, and the look on his face tore me up.

I ran a hand up his cheek and he leaned into my touch. One of his arms came out from around my waist and his hand traveled up my chest to rest lightly on my throat.

“It never worked with anyone because they weren’t you, Cat,” he breathed out.

He leaned down and trailed his nose up my neck, landing at my ear.

“No one could ever compare to you,” he spoke directly into my ear. “You were always the only one for me. Everywhere I went, it was like an invisible string tethered my heart to yours. You own every part of me. I’ll never be able to settle for anyone else ever again.”

I could feel his heart pounding in his chest against mine, mirroring the steady gallop of my own. I’d managed to keep a level head long enough to discuss what we’d needed to, but now with him whispering his devotion in my ear with his hand gently wrapped around my throat, a fire was lighting within me. It felt like an impossible burning that could only be soothed by his body pressed to mine. As he kissed the sensitive spot behind my ear, the blanket separating us felt like an all too thick barrier, so I began to try to claw it off of me.

Without removing his lips from my skin, he tossed the blanket to the floor and shifted his body to hover over mine once again. He kneed my legs apart and settled his weight down between them. I was grateful his hips were pinning mine to the couch, otherwise I don’t think I would have been able to help myself from grinding down on his hard length, pressing against my core.

“Kiss me, please,” I whined needily.

Then his lips were on mine, first gentle and pillowy soft, like the kisses he was placing on my neck. Once he got a taste of the desperation coating my tongue, though, I could tell the same burn was set ablaze in him as well. He bit down on my lower lip, sucking on it gently and the slight twinge of pain sent a shock of pleasure right down my spine.

I wound my legs around his waist as he grabbed my thigh in a tight grip, then moved his hand down to cup my ass. I ran my hands down his chest then went to attempt to remove his shirt, but the hand on my throat came down to stop me. Before he could begin protesting, I cut him off.

“Dom, please,” I pleaded. “You know I feel the same way about you now. I thought I was all yours. Have me. I want you. Not just physically, but in every way possible. You mean so much to me. I could never be without you now, either. You have no idea how much I missed you and I never want to miss you ever again. But I need you. I feel like I’ll combust right here and now if you don’t touch me.”

I was very aware of the fact that I was rambling desperately, probably looking and sounding like a crazy person. I was absolutely lost to lust, though, at the moment. How did they expect me not to be driven to the brink of insanity when they kept working me up with their hands and lips all over me?

I felt wound tight, like an elastic band being stretched to its capacity, about to snap. He let me finish what I was saying, all the while staring down at me with an eyebrow quirked. I felt a twinge of embarrassment and turned my head to the side to avoid his gaze, but he pulled me back with a finger under my chin.

“As much as I thoroughly enjoy all the begging,” he said with a smirk then bit his lip. “I was only going to suggest that maybe we go in my room first before we start taking each other clothes off.”

My mouth fell open a bit in shock and then yup, definitely more embarrassment. I closed my eyes, but he leaned forward and kissed me lightly.

“Don’t hide from me, baby, it’s okay,” he murmured against my lips. “I need you too.”

Then he ground his hips against mine, his cock sliding right up my slick center, only separated by a few layers of fabric. He must have gotten just as much sensation from it as I had, because we both let out a breathy gasp. With my legs still wrapped around him, he lifted us up off the couch and walked us to his room. He gently nudged the door shut behind him and then walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge with me in his lap.

“Did you seriously think I was capable of resisting you again?” he nipped at my neck. “It was hard enough the first time. You drive me crazy. You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this.”

He lifted me off his lap, placing me in the middle of the bed, then pushed gently on my chest to get me to lie back. He crawled up my body to kiss me fiercely, a hand sliding up my shirt to cup my breast. Then he began to kiss his way down my body, pausing to bite my nipple pebbling through my shirt. I went to cry out in pleasure but threw a hand over my mouth, trying to stifle the sound so we wouldn’t wake the entire apartment.

“Don’t worry, the walls are actually pretty thick,” Dom said as he kissed lower down my stomach. “Jules told me he bullshitting earlier. He totally had his ear pressed to the door listening to us.”

When he got to the waistband of my leggings, he didn’t bother looking up for my approval before sliding them down and taking my panties with them. He stopped for a moment, staring at my now bare pussy as a ravenous look overtook his face. He wrapped both around arms around my thighs, gripped them tightly with his large hands and spread them wide open. I watched his every move, completely enraptured by the beautiful man between my legs.

“Don’t hold back on me now, trouble,” he smirked up at me, eyes alight with desire. “I want to hear that pretty voice of yours moaning my name.”

He still held my gaze as he lowered his face and licked right up the center of my slick heat. My hips bucked and we both let out a moan of satisfaction. His mouth descended on my clit as he sucked it into his mouth and flicked his tongue against it mercilessly. My hands went to his hair as my eyes rolled back and my head fell to the pillows.

I moaned his name over and over, each time causing him to up his pace further. The maddening circles he was tracing with his tongue were causing every nerve in my body to short-wire, and it was beginning to make me babble incoherently.

One of his hands moved over my lower stomach to pin my hips down while the other came around to feel at my entrance. He slowly slid a finger inside of me, curling it upward before he began to pump it in and out. Each time his finger passed over a particularly sensitive spot inside me, my vision swam and I officially couldn’t contain the sounds coming out of me. Dom was the first to ever go down on me and I couldn’t believe how out of control of my body I felt. Everything melted away and the only thing left on my mind was how good he was making me feel.

Another finger joined the first and I could feel myself beginning to snap. All the tension in my body built brick by brick over time, coming to a crescendo. The hand on my stomach began to rub soothing patterns over my skin and the sensation was just adding to my fast approaching climax. I began to whine and buck my hips despite his efforts to hold me down.

“That’s it, baby,” he purred against my skin. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

I cursed and then fell over the edge. Waves of pleasure flooded my body as my walls clamped down on his fingers. He moaned and praised me while I writhed under his hold, his fingers still moving to draw out my orgasm. He now lapped lazily at my clit, swapping between small strokes of his tongues and gentle kisses. I played with his hair affectionately, already falling fast for him, but now absolutely swooning. The way he was looking up at me read that I wasn’t alone in feeling this way and I could feel my heart swell in my chest.

“Look at you, pretty girl,” he murmured as he moved over me. “You look absolutely breathtaking when you come for me. I swear I’ve never seen a more heavenly sight. I could spend an eternity between your thighs.”

He kissed me roughly with the taste of me still on his lips. It didn’t stop me from opening my mouth and welcoming his tongue in to war with mine. Even though he’d just made me see stars, I was still desperate for more of him. His fingers weren’t enough. I needed what I’d felt rubbed against me earlier inside of me. I reached for his shirt. This time, he let me take it off him and toss it to the floor. He sat back on his heels and began to undo his belt, sliding it out and discarding it as well before moving onto his pants.

“Take off your shirt,” he demanded hoarsely.

I complied and threw it to the floor while he removed the rest of his clothes. He came back over me and his deep emerald eyes bore into mine before letting them fall to take in the rest of me. I did the same. Even though it was mostly dark in here, the light peeking through the blinds was enough to see his body in all its glory. He had tattoos covering most of his skin, exquisite black and gray art decorating an even finer canvas. He had said I was breathtaking, but looking at him right now stole all the air from my lungs. When my eyes got to between his legs, my eyes widened and I let out a small gasp.

His hard cock was bobbing between my legs, and it wasn’t the size of it that had me in a state of shock. I’d felt it through his pants before. No, what had me reeling was the piercing going through it. He had a curved barbel going through the underside of it coming out at the tip. When I looked back up at his face, he was staring down at me with a devilish grin.

“It’s called a Prince Albert, you like it?” He asked me cockily.

I reached down between us, gripping him and stroking my hand up his length. When I got to the piercing, I rubbed it with my thumb back and forth. He shivered above me with a soft moan and thrust into my hand. He removed my hand from his cock suddenly and pinned it above my head. Grabbing the other one and doing the same thing with it so I couldn’t get any more funny ideas. He transferred them to one hand, then reached down with the other to grip himself. Rubbing the tip of it around my clit, his eyes rolled back for a moment at the feel of it. He coated himself in my slickness, then moved to nudge against my entrance.

“Sorry, had to put a stop to that before this was over before we even started,” he said gruffly. “I think we’ve both waited long enough and I can’t stand another minute of not being inside you.”